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 do n't see him . ' ` Over there . He only looks about as tall as a needle . ' 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 XXXXX is coming after us with his dog . '
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