It was still dark when the Hon. Morison Baynes set forth for the trysting place.

The black boy whom Malbihn had left awaiting him in the clearing with instructions to remain until he returned sat crouched at the foot of a tree for an hour when he was suddenly startled by the coughing grunt of a lion behind him.

As Meriem struggled with Malbihn, her hands pinioned to her sides by his brawny grip, hope died within her.

Meriem had traversed half the length of the village street when a score of white-robed negroes and half-castes leaped ouit upon her form the dark interiors of surrounding huts.

Sometimes lolling upon tantor's back, sometimes roaming the jungle in solitude, Korak made his way slowly  toward the West and South.

THE SHEIK glowered at the prisoner which his two men brought backk to him from the North.

MERIEM, dazed by the unexpected sight of Korak whom she had long given up as dead, permitted herself to be led away by Baynes.

Korak screamed commands to his huge protector, in an effort to halt him; but all to no avail.