The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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they arrived. Leaving the boy there Hanson rode to the edge
of the plain, leading the boy's horse. There he waited. It was nine
o'clock before he saw a solitary figure galloping toward him from the
direction of the bungalow. A few moments later Meriem drew in her
mount beside him. She was nervous and flushed. When she recognized
Hanson she drew back, startled.

"Mr. Baynes' horse fell on him and sprained his ankle," Hanson hastened
to explain. "He couldn't very well come so he sent me to meet you and
bring you to camp."

The girl could not see in the darkness the gloating, triumphant
expression on the speaker's face.

"We had better hurry," continued Hanson, "for we'll have to move along
pretty fast if we don't want to be overtaken."

"Is he hurt badly?" asked Meriem.

"Only a little sprain," replied Hanson. "He can ride all right; but we
both thought he'd better lie up tonight, and rest, for he'll have
plenty hard riding in the next few weeks."

"Yes," agreed the girl.

Hanson swung his pony about and Meriem followed him. They rode north
along the edge of the jungle for a mile and then turned straight into
it toward the west. Meriem, following, payed little attention to
directions. She did not know exactly where Hanson's camp lay and so
she did not guess that he was not leading her toward it. All night
they rode, straight toward the west. When morning came, Hanson
permitted a short halt for breakfast, which he had provided in
well-filled saddle bags before leaving his camp. Then they pushed on
again, nor did they halt a second time until in the heat of the day he
stopped and motioned the girl to dismount.

"We will sleep here for a time and let the ponies graze," he said.

"I had no idea the camp was so far away," said Meriem.

"I left orders that they were to move on at day break," explained the
trader, "so that we could get a good start. I knew that you and I
could easily overtake a laden safari. It may not be until tomorrow
that we'll catch up with them."

But though they traveled part of the night and all the following day no
sign of the safari appeared ahead of them. Meriem, an adept in jungle
craft, knew that none had passed ahead of them for many days.
Occasionally she saw indications of an old spoor, a very old spoor, of
many men. For

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