‘Yes, quite.'

‘Then untie the rope, so that I may draw it up.'

And Dschemila did as she was told, and in a few minutes he stood
beside her.

Now all this time the ogre was asleep, and had heard nothing.
Then his dog came to him and said, ‘O, sleeper, are you having
pleasant dreams? Dschemila has forsaken you and run away.'

The ogre got out of bed, gave the dog a kick, then went back
again, and slept till morning.

When it grew light, he rose, and called, ‘Dschemila! Dschemila!'
but he only heard the echo of his own voice! Then he dressed
himself quickly; buckled on his sword and whistled to his dog,
and followed the road which he knew the fugitives must have
taken. ‘Cousin,' said Dschemila suddenly, and turning round as
she spoke.

‘What is it?' answered he.

‘The ogre is coming after us. I saw him.'

‘But where is he? I don't see him.'

‘Over there. He only looks about as tall as a needle.'