The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-01-22
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walk into that jackal's den?" gasped the

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young man.
Its Savaran's way with jackals.
Also, rates are always interesting, es-
cerned with beautiful women" He
turned with tigerish ferocity on the
trembling Jerd. "Zavarani spares your
life, dog. But only thus: You return
to the Bwana Warbler telling him only
what you were sent to find. That Is,
that Savaran is on a peace safari; hat
he has no fighting spears, only Dumb
nan suspecting no evil. OF what has
passed between me and thee no word.
Is it understood?"
"Aie, and with my heart, for it may
be that Zavarani will deliver the
Bwana Warbler to the ~vultures." .
Warbler doesn't seem too popular"
Saravan grinned as the Jerd escaped
like a shadow into the hot jungle
glooms.
"I don't see that that adds much
pleasure to having, u threats cut"
my throat never had the habit,
and yours" the keen dark eyes dwelt
on the youngsters marked good looks,
lis far too handsome to run such
a risk"
II guessed" Saravan said with
fierce c~heerfulness, that beauty was
better than I imagined this mysterious
Warbler"
Leading the next day the
two men had stopped dead just short
of a sun drenched clearing. In that
clearing was a girl, lovely and startling.
A girl as ardent as a flame, young,
yet with that ripeneSS in honey-gold
splendor that told of Arab blood, but
with, also, a sense of race and grace
that suggested France. John. Hyde
gasped at her beauty, while even Sava-
her young wonder, and frowned, too.
He found something elusively familiar
in the fine cameo of her features.
She stood boldly in the sunlight
fashioning "a garland from the scar
let and blue bush flowers her 1.-the
Jerd women brought her.
Behold Athenie whose charms are
to lure Saravan to his DOOM" said
Saravan, white teeth flashing in a
Lucifer smile.
THAT lovely thing! I can't believe
i'll"
Even that does not prevent it be-
ing true. It's going to be entertaining
very" The lean adventurer broke
off to peer into the depths of the
bush. Eyes, very-for we can make
it even more romantic"
He bent swiftly, caught up a dead
branch, and flung it into the under
growth. There came a coughing snarl,
a crash of bushes, and in a tawny
flash a leopard bounded into the
clearing. There the sight of Athenie
and her women halted it-but this
time dangerously. With a throaty
roar it sank to spring, ready to fight
a way to freedom with fang and claw.
It was a moment that drained John
Hyde's heart of blood. The Jerd women
Athenie did not scream, but stood
s%pellbound, watching death crouching
to spring on her. John Hyde, sick
with horror and anger at Saravan,
fumbled with his rifle. He was a good
shot, but he dared not fire for fear
of killing the girl. AS he fumbled
the great cat leapt.
It hurled straight for the young
breasts, doom incarnate. And at the
moment it rose from the ground a
shot crashed out from John Hyde's side.
In mid-air the beast checked, twisted,
and fell clawing to the earth -. Saw
aran, the finest pistol shot in Africa,
had put a bullet through its brain.
Hyde had neither inclination nor
opportunity for admiration; the girl
was swaying. He reached her just in
time to ave her falling. She lay, he
thought, like flowers and flame against
his breast as he soothed her. In a
minute her young courage was trying
it went to his head. 1t was then that
a voice said:
Pretty work, John Hyde. Even I,
Savaran, could not have brought off a
neater shot"
AS he named himself the plant body
in John Hyde's arms became steel,
while hate famed in the ravishing
face against his shoulder. 1t was only
for ar instant. The innocence. the girl
ishness returned; the soft, rich body
sagged more helplessly and she smiled
Wanly-at Savaran. Yet she had be-
trayed herself, as Savaran meant her