Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-08-04

were sim engaged In repelling the say
age attack Of The Aeece Wamboli, for
% he trottsd along with the dog at
his side his quick eyes detected that
which the hound, with all his won
drous iNtinctive powers, would have
passed by unnoticed-the well marked
prints of the hoofs Of two donkeys
that had come back along the trail
since the caravan had passed.
That they were donkeys belonging
to the Arabs was evident to M
through his familiarity with the dis
tinctive hoof prints Of each. which dur
ing the past three days had become as
we'll known to him as his mothers
face had been. But what were they
doing retracing the way they had but
just covered?
He halted and raised bis head to
sniff the air and listen intently for the
faintest sound from the direction in
which the beasts had gone when they
left the old trail at the point that he
had discovered their spoor
The wind, however, was blowing
from the opposite direction. so there
was no chance that NJ could scent
them. He was in doubt as to whether
he should leave the trail Of the main
body and follow these two or continue
on his way.
From the manner Of their passing
side by side-he was convinced that
each carried rider, since otherwise
they would have gone in single file
after the manner OF beasts moving
along none too wide trail, but there
was nothing to indicate that either
rider was Nat-ul.
For an instant he hesitated, and then
his Judgment told him to keep on after
the main body, for if Nat-ul was
prisoner she would be with the larger
force-not riding in the opposite direc-
ton with single guard.
Even as he turned to take up the
pursuit again there came family to his
ears from the jungle at his left the
sound Of human voice. 1t was
womans, raised in frightened protest.
Like a deer NJ turned and leaped
in the direction of that familiar voice.
The fleet wolfhound was put to it to
keep pace with the agile cave man, for
NJ had left the earth and taken to the
branches of the trees, where no under
brush retarded his fight
From tree to tree he leaped or swung,
sometimes hurting his body twenty feet
through the air from one jungle giant
to another.
Below him raced the painting Ter
koz, red tongue lolling from foam
fecked mouth, but with all their speed
the two moved with the noiselessness
Of shadowy ghosts.
At the edge Of the jungle NJ came
upon a parklike forest, and well into
this he saw a woman struggling with
a white robed Arab. One sinewy brown
hand clutched her throat, the other
was raised to strike her in the face.
M saw that he could not reach the
man in time to prevent the blow, but
he might distract his attention for the
moment that would be required for
him to reach his side.
From his throat there rose the saw
age warcry Of his long dead people,
a cry that brought hundred jungle
creatures to their feet, trembling In
fear or In rage, according to their kind.
It brought Abul Mukarrnm upstand-
ing, too, for in all his life he had new
er heard the like Of that blood freezing
challenge.
At the sight which met his eyes he
dropped the girl and darted toward his
donkey, where hung his long barreled
rifle in its boot
Victoria Custer looked, too, and what
she saw brought unutterabie relief aud
happiness to her. Then the Arab had
turned with leveled gun just as the
cave man leaped upon him.
There was the report Of the firearm
ere It was wrenched from Abul Mu-
karram's grasp and hurled to one side,
but the bullet went wide Of its mark,
and the next instant the girl saw the
two men locked In what she knew was
q death struggle
The Arab struck mighty blows at the
head and face Of his antagonist, while