Then they both began to run as fast as they could, while the ogre
and his dog kept drawing always nearer. A few more steps, and he
would have been by their side, when Dschemila threw the darning
needle behind her. In a moment it became an iron mountain between
them and their enemy.

‘We will break it down, my dog and I,' cried the ogre in a rage,
and they dashed at the mountain till they had forced a path
through, and came ever nearer and nearer.

‘Cousin! ‘ said Dschemila suddenly.

‘What is it?'

‘The ogre is coming after us with his dog.'

‘You go on in front then,' answered he; and they both ran on as
fast as they could, while the ogre and the dog drew always nearer
and nearer.

‘They are close upon us! ‘ cried the maiden, glancing behind,
‘you must throw the pin.'

So Dschemil took the pin from his cloak and threw it behind him,
and a dense thicket of thorns sprang up round them, which the
ogre and his dog could not pass through.

‘I will get through it somehow, if I burrow underground,' cried
he, and very soon he and the dog were on the other side.