n would come, and she would be
rescued and avenged, of that she was certain. She counted the days
that must elapse before he would return from Opar and discover what had
transpired during his absence. After that it would be but a short time
before he had surrounded the Arab stronghold and punished the motley
crew of wrongdoers who inhabited it.

That he could find her she had no slightest doubt. No spoor, however
faint, could elude the keen vigilance of his senses. To him, the trail
of the raiders would be as plain as the printed page of an open book to
her.

And while she hoped, there came through the dark jungle another.
Terrified by night and by day, came Albert Werper. A dozen times he
had escaped the claws and fangs of the giant carnivora only by what
seemed a miracle to him. Armed with nothing more than the knife he had
brought with him from Opar, he had made his way through as savage a
country as yet exists upon the face of the globe.

By night he had slept in trees. By day he had stumbled fearfully on,
often taking refuge among the branches when sight or sound of some
great cat warned him from danger. But at last he had come within sight
of the palisade behind which were his fierce companions.

At almost the same time Mugambi came out of the jungle before the
walled village. As he stood in the shadow of a great tree,
reconnoitering, he saw a man, ragged and disheveled, emerge from the
jungle almost at his elbow. Instantly he recognized the newcomer as he
who had been a guest of his master before the latter had departed for
Opar.

The black was upon the point of hailing the Belgian when something
stayed him. He saw the white man walking confidently across the
clearing toward the village gate. No sane man thus approached a
village in this part of Africa unless he was sure of a friendly
welcome. Mugambi waited. His suspicions were aroused.

He heard Werper halloo; he saw the gates swing open, and he witnessed
the surprised and friendly welcome that was accorded the erstwhile
guest of Lord and Lady Greystoke. A light broke upon the understanding
of Mugambi. This white man had been a traitor and a spy. It was to
him they owed the raid during the absence of the Great Bwana. To his
hate for the Arabs, Mugambi added a still greater hate for the white
spy.

Within the village Werper passed hurriedly toward the silken tent of
Achmet Zek. The Arab arose as his lieutenant entered. His face showe