x for her consolation.
There was no philosophy of sex, only a hideous injustice which Man, the
Hunter, willfully ignored. There were faces in the fire--faces like
that of Keela, that had lured to sensual conquest and faded.

Trembling violently, Carl stared long and steadily at the Indian girl.
There had been a time, before he sank to the bottom of the pit, when
her face had awakened in him an eager deference. The moon darkened. A
white wall of mist settled thickly over the Glades. Then came other
thoughts. Philip trusted him. He must not forget. And the immortal
spark of control lay somewhere within him. Unbridled passion of mind
and body had made him very ill. Very well, then, it behooved him to
exorcise the demon while this tormenting clarity of vision whirled the
dread kaleidoscope of his careless life before him in honest colors.

Unleashed by drug and drink and ceaseless brooding, nerve centers had
rebelled, an infernal blood pressure born of mental agony had inspired
the droning, his will had slipped its moorings. That his body was not
ill, he now knew for the first time. Fever, nausea, pain and droning,
they had all leaped at the infernal manipulation of his disordered mind
with sickening intensity. Now with a terrible effort he summoned each
tattered remnant of the splendid mental strength he had indifferently
abused, disciplined his fleeing faculty of concentration and sat very
quiet.

Philip trusted him. He must not forget! Keela's face had made its
delicate appeal to his finer side until that appeal had been hushed by
the call of his blood. And there were times when Diane had been kind.
He must not forget. Like the stirring of a faint shadow, he felt the
first dawning sense of self-mastery he had known for days.

The horrible Circe with infamous eyes and scarlet robes no longer lured
. . . the terrible sirocco of unbridled passion which had dominated his
body almost to destruction was burning itself out . . . the droning in
his head was very faint. He must not forget Philip, truest and best of
friends.

Carl lay down again beside the fire with a great sigh. He was very
tired--very sleepy.

He slept soundly until morning.

When he awoke it was broad daylight. There was a curious sense of
utter rest in his veins and meeting Keela's solicitous glance, he said,
a little diffidently, that he was better and that he thought they might
go on. After a breakfast of quail and wild cassava th