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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 out upon her 
from 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 back 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.

Volume 0489

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