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When she had finished he seemed to have forgotten Baynes. His thoughts were occupied with another subject. "You say that you found Korak?" he asked. "You really saw him?" "Yes," replied Meriem; "as plainly as I see you, and I want you to come with me, Bwana, and help me find him again." "Did you see him?" He turned toward the Hon. Morison. "Yes, sir," replied Baynes; "very plainly."

Suddenly the man turned toward her as though recollecting her presence after a moment of forgetfulness. "Come! Meriem," he called, and then she recognized him with a startled: "Bwana!" Quickly the girl dropped from the tree and ran to his side. Tantor cocked a questioning eye at the white giant, but receiving a warning word let Meriem approach.

When Bwana had gone forth to shoot for meat she had always been his enthusiastic companion; but with the coming of the London guests the hunting had deteriorated into mere killing. Slaughter the host would not permit; yet the purpose of the hunts were for heads and skins and not for food.

The risk was too great, magic bone or no magic bone. "It is probable you speak lies," said the gun bearer at last. "You say you want potio and that you hold Bwana Nyele prisoner. But you do not bring us orders from Bwana Nyele for potio. Nor do you give us proof. We must have proof before we believe or before we obey."

What thoughts passed through that active brain who may say? Presently she seemed to come to a decision. She called the headman to her side. "I am going back with Bwana," she announced. The black shook his head. "No!" he announced. "Bwana says I take you home. So I take you home." "You refuse to let me go?" asked the girl. The black nodded, and fell to the rear where he might better watch her.

Under what conditions had they met before she had seen him about the farm of Bwana? She ran over in her mind all the few white men she ever had known. There were some who had come to her father's douar in the jungle. Few it is true, but there had been some. Ah, now she had it! She had seen him there! She almost seized upon his identity and then in an instant, it had slipped from her again.

Then, on the gun bearer's approach: "Look through the glasses and tell me whether that smoke is a house or a fire in the grass." Simba accepted the glasses, but first took a good look with the naked eye. He caught the location of the smoke almost at once. Then for a full two minutes he stared through the lenses. "It is a house, bwana," he decided.

See if there are people in this country. Take one man with you. Let the men rest and eat." "Yes, bwana." "Are there sick?" "Two men." "Let them come." Cazi Moto raised his voice. "N'gonjwa!" he summoned them. Kingozi looked at them in silence for a moment. "What is the matter with you?" he asked of the first, a hulking, stupid- looking Kavirondo with the muscles of a Hercules.

The poor fellows went almost white with terror at the prospect of close contact with the panther and the apes in the narrow confines of the canoes; but when Kaviri explained to them that there was no escape that Bwana Tarzan would pursue them with his grim horde should they attempt to run away from the duty they finally went gloomily down to the river and took their places in the canoe.

I had gone not over a hundred yards when I was recalled by wild and agonized appeals of "Bwana! bwana!" The long-legged Fundi was repeatedly leaping straight up in the air to an astonishing height above the long grass, curling his legs up under him at each jump, and yelling like a steam-engine. Returning promptly, I found that the wart-hog had come to life at the first prick of the knife.

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