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The rear, fighting off the pursuing
savages.

Now Abul Mukarram knew a way to
the northland that two might traverse
with ease and over which one could
fairly 1y. but which was impossible
for u slave caravan because 1t passed
through the territory Of the English.
II the girl would accompany him
willingly. we'll and good-if not. then
he would go alone. but not before he
should be revenged upon her.
He left the firing line. therefore. and
pushed his way through the terror
stricken slaves to the side of the Arab
who guarded VictOriu Custer.
GO back to Ibn Aswad." be said
ence."
The other looked at him closely for
a moment.
You lie. Abul Mukarram!" he said
ut last. "1bn Aswad commanded me
particularly against permitting you to
be alone with the girl. Go to-"
"Vool!" muttered Abul Mukarram.
and with the word he pulled the trig-
ger Of the long gun that rested across
the pommel Of his saddle with its wide
muzzle scarce a foot from the stomach
Of the other Arab.
his donkey.
Comet" cried Abul Mukarram. seiz-
Ing the bride Of Victoria's beast and
turning into the jungle to the west.
The girl tried to slip from the saddle.
but II strong arm went about her waist
and held her firm as the two donkeys
forged. shoulder to shoulder. through
the tangled mass of creepers which all
but blocked their way.
Once Victoria screamed for help. but
The var cries Of the natives drowned
her voice.
Fifteen minutes later the two came
out upon the trail again that they had
followed when they approached the
village. and soon the sounds Of conflict
behind them grew fainter and fainter
until they were lost entirely III the dis
lance.
Victoria Clusters mind was working
rapidly. casting about for some means
of escape from the silent figure at her
side. 4 revolver, or even u knife.
would have solved her difficulty. but
she had neither. Had she. the life Of
Abul Mukarram would have been
worth but little. for the girl was beside
herself with hopeless horror.
For the better part of two hours Abul
Mukarram kept on away from the mas
ter he had robbed. He spoke but little.
and when he did it was in the n Of
the master to his slave. Near moo
they left the jungle and came out into
a higher country. where the space be-
tween the trees was greater and there
was little or no underbrush.
Travelling was much easier here. and
they made better time. They were still
retracing the trail along which the car.
avian had travelled. 1t would be some
| time during the next morning that they
would turn north again upon a new
| trail.
Beside a stream Abul Mukarram
halted.
He tethered the donkeys and then
turned toward the girl.
"Come." he said. and took her hand.
CHAPTER x.
Tho Death Dance.
~ ACH day NJ realized that he
was gaining rapidly upon
H. those with whom Nat-ul trav-
eled.
The experience of his other life as
sured him that she must be a prison
err, yet at the same time he realized
that such might not be the case at all.
for had he not thought of her a pris-
oner among the others who had held
him prisoner. only to learn that one of
them claimed her as a sister?
1t. all seemed very strange to NJ. 1t
was quite beyond him. Nat-ul could
not be the sister Of Custer, and yet he
had seen her apparently happy and
contented in the society Of these
strangers, and Custer unq%uestionably
appeared to feel for her the solicitude
Of a brother.
Curtiss. 1t was evident, loved Nat-ul
that much he had cleaned from con-
versations he had overheard between
him and Custer. How the man could
have become so well acquainted with
Nat-ul between the two days that had
elapsed since M had set forth from
the caves beside the restless sea to
hunt down 90 and the morning that
he had awakened following the mighty
shaking Of the world was quite as
much a mystery as was the remarkable
changes that had taken place in the
aspect of the world during the same
brief period.
M had given much thought to these
miraculous happenings. with the result
that he had about convinced himself
that be must have slept much longer
than he had believed, but that a hun.
dred thousand years had rolled their
slow and weary progress above his I'm.
conscious head could not, of course
have occurred to him, ever as the re,
hottest Of possibilities.
He had also weighed the sneerine
words of Curtiss. and with them thu
attitude of the strangers with whom