unmistakable sound of galloping horses. This time there were many.
Once more he sought a hiding place; but it chanced that he was crossing
a clearing which offered little opportunity for concealment. He broke
into a slow trot--the best that he could do in his weakened condition;
but it did not suffice to carry him to safety and before he reached the
opposite side of the clearing a band of white-robed horsemen dashed
into view behind him.

At sight of him they shouted in Arabic, which, of course, he could not
understand, and then they closed about him, threatening and angry.
Their questions were unintelligible to him, and no more could they
interpret his English. At last, evidently out of patience, the leader
ordered two of his men to seize him, which they lost no time in doing.
They disarmed him and ordered him to climb to the rump of one of the
horses, and then the two who had been detailed to guard him turned and
rode back toward the South, while the others continued their pursuit of
Abdul Kamak.

As Korak came out upon the bank of the river across from which he could
see the camp of Malbihn he was at a loss as to how he was to cross. He
could see men moving about among the huts inside the boma--evidently
Hanson was still there. Korak did not know the true identity of
Meriem's abductor.

How was he to cross. Not even he would dare the perils of the
river--almost certain death. For a moment he thought, then wheeled and
sped away into the jungle, uttering a peculiar cry, shrill and
piercing. Now and again he would halt to listen as though for an
answer to his weird call, then on again, deeper and deeper into the
wood.

At last his listening ears were rewarded by the sound they craved--the
trumpeting of a bull elephant, and a few moments later Korak broke
through the trees into the presence of Tantor, standing with upraised
trunk, waving his great ears.

"Quick, Tantor!" shouted the ape-man, and the beast swung him to his
head. "Hurry!" and the mighty pachyderm lumbered off through the
jungle, guided by kicking of naked heels against the sides of his head.

Toward the northwest Korak guided his huge mount, until they came out
upon the river a mile or more above the Swede's camp, at a point where
Korak knew that there was an elephant ford. Never pausing the ape-man
urged the beast into the river, and with trunk held high Tantor forged
steadily toward the opposite bank. Once an unwary crocodile attacked