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self upon the ground and cried pite-

herself upon the ground and cried pite-
ously.
IA curse upon her cries! Make her
cease" roared Osmani. angrily.
But Khaiifan'S endeavors to pacify
the savage maiden were futile. Spring
ing to her feet Tinela struggled wildly
with the giant negro. Her cries and
screams at length attracted the atten-
ton Of several of Osmanis followers to
struggled for freedom.
Osmanl's brow lowered, and, turning
to one of his satellites, he said, gruffiy !:
"Gol bring her father"
In few minutes Tinela'S father,
bruised, battered and blOOd-stained. was
dragged forward from the crowd of cap
tives.
Strengthening himself. and folding his
arms, the savage chieftain cast q defiant
look upon his prosecutors, but when his
glance fell upon his daughter Tinela he
scowled and ground his teeth. There
was dignity Of mien about the
wounded savage that attracted even the
admiration of his teartless captors.
In response to Osmanl's brief COM
mand, two of the Manyema raiders
shouldered and aimed their guns at the
chieftain's breast. The savage remained
u9moved. He merely shrugged his
shoulders and glanced Scornfully at the
glns.
"Khalifan, tell the girl to look we'll
upon her father! She chooses life or
death for him. Another sound or strug.
gle and that frowning savage yonder
will be shot, Does she consent to be-
have with peace?"
After the negro had interpreted Os-
mani's speech the unhappy girl stif1ed a
sob, then turned and cast a flashing
glance upon the Arab chief and bowed
her head in sullen submission.
"Ha! The savage is tanned. Lead
her to my tent and take that ugly
M'shenzi away" Then, turning to the
bystanders, Osmani added: "Bass!
you can 60"
AS the night hours passed the scene
in the Arabs camp grew warmer. The
victorious raiders gave themselves up to
an unbridled car0usal. About mid
night the jewellers were startled by
stit1ed grOan, which appeared to en-
anate from the direction of Osmani's
tent, but, treasured by the subsequent
silence, they said, laughingly:
"Ha! Our masters vixen shows her
teeth again." Merrily the dance and
song continued. the deep bass voices of
the singers blending with the incessant
booming of the drums, filling the still
night air with reverberationS.
MuddIed with potent palm juice. care
less and stupefied, the drunken raiders
were too absorbed in their carousal to
notice Tinela'S 1.-the figure glide from
beneath the canvas of Osmani's tent
and disappear in the shadow and dark
ness.
The darkness increased-it was the
hour before dawn. The wind rusted
through the tree tops in the forest, and
the heavy breathing of the sleepers be-
came more SOnorOus and regular, and
the frogs in the adjacent sWamps
croaked dismally at intervals. A watch
full sentinel glancing toward the forest
would have seen the glittering of keen
eyes. But the palm juice had proved
too potent. The Arabs sentries slept.
Tinela, climbed noiseleSsly over the
stockade, and swarmed like ants into
shady corner of the camp. If one of the
sentries had but raised his head he
would nave seen the CLEAN Of murdeS
Gus knives and spears.
There was a silent movement among
the captlves. One by one they arose,
freed from their bonds. Then they
crouched like leOpards, ready to spring
upon their prey.
A shout, a rush of footsteps, and the
Arab camp was doomed.
DaZed and surprised in their drunken
slumbers, the Manyema staggered and
fell before the revengeful natives. Deft
and alert. the natives swarmed upon
them, hacking and heWing with their
keen-edged weapons; until, panic
stricken. the surviving Manyemi rushed
toward Osmani's tent. There they
found Khalifan. with a flaming fire
brand. Holding the canvas aside, the
negro entered. The light of his torch
fell upon the lifeless body of their chief.
OSmani ibn Seyf was stabbed to the
heart with his own dagger. TiDela had
revenged herself!