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burning wagon, across the clearing
and into the jungle.
"Wambo and his warriors were out
hunting for the missing Bantu." Uncle
Steve explained, when they were we'll
within the jungle. They heard the
sound of battle and rushed to the res
cue. They are now engaged In a
pitched battle with Amazu and his
men. Amazu retreated at the first sign
OF the coming OF Wambo, but Wambo
and his men are chasing them through
the forest
While the whites in the jungle
awaited the return of Wambo and his
men, the wagon in the clearing burned
fiercely till only the charred ruins re-
manned.
"Bantu," cried Edith. "Oh, Uncle
Steve! Bantu was in that wagon!"
In a sudden frenzy, Mrs. Wayne
cried: But my husband-the doctor!
what of him?"
yes. what of the d~octor?" repeated
Hart. Mrs. Wayne" he added. you
must be brave. Your husband has
perhaps gone to the Happy Hunting
Grounds-or wherever brave men go
when they have received mortal
wounds from a dozen assegais."
The word picture drawn by Hart
proved too much for Mrs. Wayne's al
ready overstrained nerves. The mis-
sionary's wife swooned.
Just then a number of Wambo'S
men arrived.
What of Amazu?" asked Uncle
Steve.
What few Of his men are still alive
are returning to their kraal," one of
the warriors answered
And Amazu is dead" said another.
"Amazu was killed by Chief Wambo
himself" a third warrior said. They
fought like two wild animals till ANA
zu fell. Here comes Wambo. You
shall now see why he fought like an
animal"
The giant figure of Wambo came
into view. AS he approached it be-
came obvious that he was suffering
from some deep grief. Presently all
could see that he held in his hand a
little brass wheel attached to a thong.
It was the cog-wheel of the alarm
clock which Wambo had hung on the
neck of his little Bantu the morning
before.
MY son., my little boy" Wambo
said, in an anguished voice. II was
slain by Amazu. And this charm from
the white mans country, which Bantu
wore on his neck, this is all | have to
! show to his mother. l found this in
the ruins Of the wagon. My poor
Bantui"
Water from Uncle Steve's canteen
had revived Mrs. Wayne. She now
questioned Wambo eagerly.
"Wambo, tell me-of nay husband"
A silence fell upon them.
His body" Mrs. Wayne cried.
Where does he lie, Wambo? Take
me to him"
"He lies, Missy Wayne, on the trail
toward of our kraal. Come! l will
lead you to him!"
1t was a sad procession that wound
us way uOWA lAO w u
point, where Wambo stopped in sur
prise. He examined the ground.
HE lay here, Missy Wayne" VAN
DO said, looking round, dumfounded
at not seeing the body of Doctor
Wayne. Il saw him lying here.
wounded to death by the assegais OF
Amazu's men. And all my warriors
saw him lying here as we passed on
the way to the fight. But now he Is
gone. Amazu's warriors have taken
the body and they will"
He stopped in pity for Mrs. Wayne.
He dared not impart to her his
thoughts of just how Amazu's war
riors would mutilate the body of he
white man. He knew they would tear
the body limb from limb in revenge
for their own losses in the battle.
But Mrs. Wayne understood Wam-
bo's sudden silence. She broke into
pitiful tears.
Comet" said Uncle Steve. Come,
Mollie, you must be brave! Come,
Edith! We will return to Wambo's
village. And soon we will start again
for our home in California"
"And when you start again" said
Wambo, you will accept the escort OF
my warriors"
eyes," replied Uncle Steve, firmly.
"A hundred warriors shall escort us.
And we will thank you a hundred
times, Wambo, for the protection OF
your men,"
All this time, however, Doctor Wayne
was alive. He was at that very mo-
ment examining the ruins OF the
burned wagon, and finding the cowry-
shell necklace which he himself had
placed around the neck of his little
daughter.
CHAPTER Viii.
rha raves If the Hundred Lions.