She had seen him there! She
almost seized upon his identity and then in an instant, it had slipped
from her again.
It was mid afternoon when they suddenly broke out of the jungle upon
the banks of a broad and placid river. Beyond, upon the opposite
shore, Meriem described a camp surrounded by a high, thorn boma.
"Here we are at last," said Hanson. He drew his revolver and fired in
the air. Instantly the camp across the river was astir. Black men ran
down the river's bank. Hanson hailed them. But there was no sign of
the Hon. Morison Baynes.
In accordance with their master's instructions the blacks manned a
canoe and rowed across. Hanson placed Meriem in the little craft and
entered it himself, leaving two boys to watch the horses, which the
canoe was to return for and swim across to the camp side of the river.
Once in the camp Meriem asked for Baynes. For the moment her fears had
been allayed by the sight of the camp, which she had come to look upon
as more or less a myth. Hanson pointed toward the single tent that
stood in the center of the enclosure.
"There," he said, and preceded her toward it. At the entrance he held
the flap aside and motioned her within. Meriem entered and looked
about. The tent was empty. She turned toward Hanson. There was a
broad grin on his face.
"Where is Mr. Baynes?" she demanded.
"He ain't here," replied Hanson. "Leastwise I don't see him, do you?
But I'm here, and I'm a damned sight better man than that thing ever
was. You don't need him no more--you got me," and he laughed
uproariously and reached for her.
Meriem struggled to free herself. Hanson encircled her arms and body
in his powerful grip and bore her slowly backward toward the pile of
blankets at the far end of the tent. His face was bent close to hers.
His eyes were narrowed to two slits of heat and passion and desire.
Meriem was looking full into his face as she fought for freedom when
there came over her a sudden recollection of a similar scene in which
she had been a participant and with it full recognition of her
assailant. He was the Swede Malbihn who had attacked her once before,
who had shot his companion who would have saved her, and from whom she
had been rescued by Bwana. His smooth face had
The ape, however, proved no easy victim to the superior numbers that seemed fated to overwhelm him.Page 9
You know from your own experience how strong is the call of the wild at times.Page 27
He even knew that an accomplice might suffer the death penalty with the principal.Page 51
And the boy, realizing his great strength and revelling in it, became careless.Page 59
The pelt of a leopard covered the nakedness of the youth; but the wearing of it had not been dictated by any prompting of modesty.Page 60
or slunk, or flew, or wriggled through the dark mazes of the forest.Page 74
Korak spoke to her.Page 85
She was excited; but cool and entirely unafraid.Page 90
If this is she The Sheik will pay you well for her return.Page 91
bedlam of savage war cries and a score of shrieking blacks were upon them.Page 97
He was alone.Page 147
He shrank from revealing his fear in the presence of the girl.Page 160
Korak started as though pierced through the heart with an arrow.Page 164
He ate his evening meal, afterward smoking numerous cigarettes.Page 183
The Englishman slid to the bottom of the canoe as a bullet whizzed above him.Page 207
With it you can scale the wall and make your escape.Page 212
"If we can get a couple of them!" Filled with the idea Meriem led him to the far end of the village.Page 215
The black shook his head.Page 218
Tantor, by nature, is suspicious.Page 220
Meriem looked up pleadingly into Bwana's eyes.