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Tantor would have pursued. He hated man, and he thought that Korak had come to hunt these; but the ape man held him back, guiding him toward a large, canvas tent that rose in the center of the clearing there should be the girl and her abductor. Malbihn lay in a hammock beneath canopy before his tent. His wounds were painful and he had lost much blood. He was very weak.
"You, damn you!" he shouted, whipping out his revolver and firing almost simultaneously with the Swede. As the two reports rang out Malbihn dropped his rifle, clutched frantically at his breast, staggered, fell first to his knees and then lunged upon his face. Baynes stiffened. His head flew back spasmodically.
I know now who you are. I have heard of you before. You and your friend here bear a most unsavory reputation. We do not want you in our country. I shall let you go this time; but should you ever return I shall take the law into my own hands. You understand?" Malbihn blustered and threatened, finishing by applying a most uncomplimentary name to his captor.
I stole it from Malbihn, the Swede it had printing on the back cut from an old newspaper." The Sheik went white with rage. "What said the printing?" he asked in a voice so low that she but barely caught his words. "I do not know. It was in French and I cannot read French." The Sheik seemed relieved.
Evidently, unless he found means to escape, this devil would have both his secret and his life before he was done with him. He wished he would be gone and take his evil-eyed companion away with him. The swaying bulk towering high above him, and the ugly little eyes of the elephant watching his every move made Malbihn nervous.
He had been with Malbihn for a year, and so was fairly conversant with the character of the white. His knowledge presently led him to believe that he had been purposely abandoned. Like the balance of Malbihn's followers, this boy hated his master cordially fear being the only bond that held him to the white man. His present uncomfortable predicament but added fuel to the fires of his hatred.
It is not as it was in the old days, Muviri," replied the master. The stranger remained until Malbihn and his safari had disappeared into the jungle toward the north. Meriem, trustful now, stood at his side, Geeka clutched in one slim, brown hand. They talked together, the man wondering at the faltering Arabic of the girl, but attributing it finally to her defective mentality.
He told them of the strenuous attempt of the girl's savage mate to rescue her, and suggested that the sooner they got her out of the country the more likely they were to retain possession of her. Meriem was again bound and placed under guard, but this time in the tent of the Swedes. Malbihn talked to her, trying to persuade her to accompany them willingly.
He had covered about half the return journey when a scream came faintly to his ears from the direction of camp. He halted to listen. It was repeated twice. Then silence. With a muttered curse Jenssen broke into a rapid run. He wondered if he would be too late. What a fool Malbihn was indeed to thus chance jeopardizing a fortune!
"Not the slightest; but why the old scoundrel hasn't claimed the reward long since is what puzzles me." "There are some things dearer to an Arab, Jenssen, than money," returned the first speaker "revenge is one of them." "Anyhow it will not harm to try the power of gold," replied Jenssen. Malbihn shrugged. "Not on The Sheik," he said.
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