nd, using their knob sticks effectively upon the few bulls who
still persisted in attacking them.

Among these broke Korak from the branches of a tree above them--swift,
relentless, terrible, he hurled himself upon the savage warriors of
Kovudoo. Blind fury possessed him. Too, it protected him by its very
ferocity. Like a wounded lioness he was here, there, everywhere,
striking terrific blows with hard fists and with the precision and
timeliness of the trained fighter. Again and again he buried his teeth
in the flesh of a foeman. He was upon one and gone again to another
before an effective blow could be dealt him. Yet, though great was the
weight of his execution in determining the result of the combat, it was
outweighed by the terror which he inspired in the simple, superstitious
minds of his foeman. To them this white warrior, who consorted with
the great apes and the fierce baboons, who growled and snarled and
snapped like a beast, was not human. He was a demon of the forest--a
fearsome god of evil whom they had offended, and who had come out of
his lair deep in the jungle to punish them. And because of this belief
there were many who offered but little defense, feeling as they did the
futility of pitting their puny mortal strength against that of a deity.

Those who could fled, until at last there were no more to pay the
penalty for a deed, which, while not beyond them, they were,
nevertheless, not guilty of. Panting and bloody, Korak paused for want
of further victims. The baboons gathered about him, sated themselves
with blood and battle. They lolled upon the ground, fagged.

In the distance Kovudoo was gathering his scattered tribesmen, and
taking account of injuries and losses. His people were panic stricken.
Nothing could prevail upon them to remain longer in this country. They
would not even return to the village for their belongings. Instead
they insisted upon continuing their flight until they had put many
miles between themselves and the stamping ground of the demon who had
so bitterly attacked them. And thus it befell that Korak drove from
their homes the only people who might have aided him in a search for
Meriem, and cut off the only connecting link between him and her from
whomsoever might come in search of him from the douar of the kindly
Bwana who had befriended his little jungle sweetheart.

It was a sour and savage Korak who bade farewell to his baboon allies
upon the following m