could not understand the remarkable change that had so suddenly come
over the white man who had been afraid in the dark the night before.
He would have deserted this terrifying master had he had the
opportunity; but Baynes guessed that some such thought might be in the
other's mind, and so gave the fellow none. He kept close to him by day
and slept touching him at night in the rude thorn boma they constructed
as a slight protection against prowling carnivora.

That the Hon. Morison could sleep at all in the midst of the savage
jungle was sufficient indication that he had changed considerably in
the past twenty-four hours, and that he could lie close beside a
none-too-fragrant black man spoke of possibilities for democracy within
him yet all undreamed of.

Morning found him stiff and lame and sore, but none the less determined
to push on in pursuit of "Hanson" as rapidly as possible. With his
rifle he brought down a buck at a ford in a small stream shortly after
they broke camp, breakfastless. Begrudgingly he permitted a halt while
they cooked and ate, and then on again through the wilderness of trees
and vines and underbrush.

And in the meantime Korak wandered slowly westward, coming upon the
trail of Tantor, the elephant, whom he overtook browsing in the deep
shade of the jungle. The ape-man, lonely and sorrowing, was glad of
the companionship of his huge friend. Affectionately the sinuous trunk
encircled him, and he was swung to the mighty back where so often
before he had lolled and dreamed the long afternoon away.

Far to the north the Big Bwana and his black warriors clung tenaciously
to the trail of the fleeing safari that was luring them further and
further from the girl they sought to save, while back at the bungalow
the woman who had loved Meriem as though she had been her own waited
impatiently and in sorrow for the return of the rescuing party and the
girl she was positive her invincible lord and master would bring back
with him.

Chapter 22

As Meriem struggled with Malbihn, her hands pinioned to her sides by
his brawny grip, hope died within her. She did not utter a sound for
she knew that there was none to come to her assistance, and, too, the
jungle training of her earlier life had taught her the futility of
appeals for succor in the savage world of her up-bringing.

But as she fought to free herself one hand came in contact with the
butt of Malbihn's revolver where it rested in th