The look in the Killer's eyes and his emphasis of the word "purchase"
were none too reassuring to Malbihn. Evidently, unless he found means
to escape, this devil would have both his secret and his life before he
was done with him. He wished he would be gone and take his evil-eyed
companion away with him. The swaying bulk towering high above him, and
the ugly little eyes of the elephant watching his every move made
Malbihn nervous.

Korak stepped into the Swede's tent to assure himself that Meriem was
not hid there. As he disappeared from view Tantor, his eyes still
fixed upon Malbihn, took a step nearer the man. An elephant's eyesight
is none too good; but the great tusker evidently had harbored
suspicions of this yellow-bearded white man from the first. Now he
advanced his snake-like trunk toward the Swede, who shrank still deeper
into his hammock.

The sensitive member felt and smelled back and forth along the body of
the terrified Malbihn. Tantor uttered a low, rumbling sound. His
little eyes blazed. At last he had recognized the creature who had
killed his mate long years before. Tantor, the elephant, never forgets
and never forgives. Malbihn saw in the demoniacal visage above him the
murderous purpose of the beast. He shrieked aloud to Korak. "Help!
Help! The devil is going to kill me!"

Korak ran from the tent just in time to see the enraged elephant's
trunk encircle the beast's victim, and then hammock, canopy and man
were swung high over Tantor's head. Korak leaped before the animal,
commanding him to put down his prey unharmed; but as well might he have
ordered the eternal river to reverse its course. Tantor wheeled around
like a cat, hurled Malbihn to the earth and kneeled upon him with the
quickness of a cat. Then he gored the prostrate thing through and
through with his mighty tusks, trumpeting and roaring in his rage, and
at last, convinced that no slightest spark of life remained in the
crushed and lacerated flesh, he lifted the shapeless clay that had been
Sven Malbihn far aloft and hurled the bloody mass, still entangled in
canopy and hammock, over the boma and out into the jungle.

Korak stood looking sorrowfully on at the tragedy he gladly would have
averted. He had no love for the Swede, in fact only hatred; but he
would have preserved the man for the sake of the secret he possessed.
Now that secret was gone forever unless The Sheik could be made to
divulge it; but in that poss