ught upon this sweet and unoffending woman.

As he stood apparently listening to the retreating footsteps--Jane
Clayton approached him.

"What are we to do now?" she asked. "Morning will bring discovery of
this," and she pointed to the still body of Mohammed Beyd. "They will
kill you when they find him."

For a time Werper did not reply, then he turned suddenly toward the
woman.

"I have a plan," he cried. "It will require nerve and courage on your
part; but you have already shown that you possess both. Can you endure
still more?"

"I can endure anything," she replied with a brave smile, "that may
offer us even a slight chance for escape."

"You must simulate death," he explained, "while I carry you from the
camp. I will explain to the sentries that Mohammed Beyd has ordered me
to take your body into the jungle. This seemingly unnecessary act I
shall explain upon the grounds that Mohammed Beyd had conceived a
violent passion for you and that he so regretted the act by which he
had become your slayer that he could not endure the silent reproach of
your lifeless body."

The girl held up her hand to stop. A smile touched her lips.

"Are you quite mad?" she asked. "Do you imagine that the sentries will
credit any such ridiculous tale?"

"You do not know them," he replied. "Beneath their rough exteriors,
despite their calloused and criminal natures, there exists in each a
well-defined strain of romantic emotionalism--you will find it among
such as these throughout the world. It is romance which lures men to
lead wild lives of outlawry and crime. The ruse will succeed--never
fear."

Jane Clayton shrugged. "We can but try it--and then what?"

"I shall hide you in the jungle," continued the Belgian, "coming for
you alone and with two horses in the morning."

"But how will you explain Mohammed Beyd's death?" she asked. "It will
be discovered before ever you can escape the camp in the morning."

"I shall not explain it," replied Werper. "Mohammed Beyd shall explain
it himself--we must leave that to him. Are you ready for the venture?"

"Yes."

"But wait, I must get you a weapon and ammunition," and Werper walked
quickly from the tent.

Very shortly he returned with an extra revolver and ammunition belt
strapped about his waist.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Quite ready," replied the girl.

"Then come and throw yourself limply across my left shoulder," and
Werper knelt to receive her.

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