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He might even elude the Big Bwana should he follow them, and with this thought uppermost in his mind he gathered the remnants of Malbihn's safari into a semblance of order and moved off toward the north. And toward the southwest the black boy led the Hon. Morison Baynes into the jungles. Korak had waited about the camp, watching the Hon. Morison until the safari had started north.
It was a sad Korak who ranged the jungle near the plain's edge waiting for the coming of his Meriem the Meriem who never came. But there came another a tall, broad-shouldered man in khaki at the head of a swarthy crew of ebon warriors.
I could not ascertain the significance of the chastisement which was inflicted by the women upon the bridegroom with the willow switches. Dodd suggested that it might be emblematical of married life a sort of foreshadowing of future domestic experience; but in view of the masculine Korak character, this hardly seemed to me probable.
They dragged him to the open space in the center of the village, where a high stake was set in the ground. It had not been intended for burnings, but offered a convenient place to tie up refractory slaves that they might be beaten ofttimes until death relieved their agonies. To this stake they bound Korak.
And so Korak set out rapidly toward the North, and limping slowly and painfully along, soon far to the rear, came the tired and wounded Baynes. Korak had reached the river bank opposite Malbihn's camp before Baynes had covered two miles.
Baynes at her shoulder looked past her to the sight that had startled her, and he, too, exclaimed; but his was an oath of anger. A hundred feet away they saw Korak bound to a stake the brush piled about him already alight. The Englishman pushed Meriem to one side and started to run for the doomed man. What he could do in the face of scores of hostile blacks and Arabs he did not stop to consider.
So impetuous was the attack of the man-ape that he found his hold before the anthropoid could prevent him a savage hold, with strong jaws closed upon a pulsing jugular, and there he clung, with closed eyes, while his fingers sought another hold upon the shaggy throat. It was then that Meriem opened her eyes. At the sight before her they went wide. "Korak!" she cried. "Korak! My Korak!
Back there, fighting her enemies, alone, was Korak her Korak. Her place was by his side, fighting with him and for him. She glanced up at Baynes. "Go!" she called. "Make your way back to Bwana and bring help. My place is here. You can do no good remaining. Get away while you can and bring the Big Bwana back with you." Silently the Hon.
It may sound strangely to American ears, but the invitation which a convivial Korak extends to his passing friend is not, "Come in and have a drink," but, "Won't you come in and take a toadstool?" Not a very alluring proposal perhaps to a civilised toper, but one which has a magical effect upon a dissipated Korak.
Baynes was restless, pacing back and forth beneath the trees when he should have been resting against the forced marches of the coming flight. Hanson lay in his hammock and smoked. They spoke but little. Korak lay stretched upon a branch among the dense foliage above them. Thus passed the balance of the afternoon. Korak became hungry and thirsty.
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