ess wise than thou, Werper," said Mohammed Beyd with a
smile. "It shall be done as you say. Twenty men shall accompany us,
and we shall ride WEST--when we leave the village."

"Good," cried the Belgian, and so it was arranged.

Early the next morning Jane Clayton, after an almost sleepless night,
was aroused by the sound of voices outside her prison, and a moment
later, M. Frecoult, and two Arabs entered. The latter unbound her
ankles and lifted her to her feet. Then her wrists were loosed, she
was given a handful of dry bread, and led out into the faint light of
dawn.

She looked questioningly at Frecoult, and at a moment that the Arab's
attention was attracted in another direction the man leaned toward her
and whispered that all was working out as he had planned. Thus
assured, the young woman felt a renewal of the hope which the long and
miserable night of bondage had almost expunged.

Shortly after, she was lifted to the back of a horse, and surrounded by
Arabs, was escorted through the gateway of the village and off into the
jungle toward the west. Half an hour later the party turned north, and
northerly was their direction for the balance of the march.

M. Frecoult spoke with her but seldom, and she understood that in
carrying out his deception he must maintain the semblance of her
captor, rather than protector, and so she suspected nothing though she
saw the friendly relations which seemed to exist between the European
and the Arab leader of the band.

If Werper succeeded in keeping himself from conversation with the young
woman, he failed signally to expel her from his thoughts. A hundred
times a day he found his eyes wandering in her direction and feasting
themselves upon her charms of face and figure. Each hour his
infatuation for her grew, until his desire to possess her gained almost
the proportions of madness.

If either the girl or Mohammed Beyd could have guessed what passed in
the mind of the man which each thought a friend and ally, the apparent
harmony of the little company would have been rudely disturbed.

Werper had not succeeded in arranging to tent with Mohammed Beyd, and
so he revolved many plans for the assassination of the Arab that would
have been greatly simplified had he been permitted to share the other's
nightly shelter.

Upon the second day out Mohammed Beyd reined his horse to the side of
the animal on which the captive was mounted. It was, apparently, the
first notice