him but the sinuous trunk dove beneath the surface and grasping the
amphibian about the middle dragged it to light and hurled it a hundred
feet down stream. And so, in safety, they made the opposite shore,
Korak perched high and dry above the turgid flood.

Then back toward the South Tantor moved, steadily, relentlessly, and
with a swinging gait which took no heed of any obstacle other than the
larger jungle trees. At times Korak was forced to abandon the broad
head and take to the trees above, so close the branches raked the back
of the elephant; but at last they came to the edge of the clearing
where lay the camp of the renegade Swede, nor even then did they
hesitate or halt. The gate lay upon the east side of the camp, facing
the river. Tantor and Korak approached from the north. There was no
gate there; but what cared Tantor or Korak for gates.

At a word from the ape man and raising his tender trunk high above the
thorns Tantor breasted the boma, walking through it as though it had
not existed. A dozen blacks squatted before their huts looked up at
the noise of his approach. With sudden howls of terror and amazement
they leaped to their feet and fled for the open gates. Tantor would
have pursued. He hated man, and he thought that Korak had come to hunt
these; but the ape man held him back, guiding him toward a large,
canvas tent that rose in the center of the clearing--there should be
the girl and her abductor.

Malbihn lay in a hammock beneath canopy before his tent. His wounds
were painful and he had lost much blood. He was very weak. He looked
up in surprise as he heard the screams of his men and saw them running
toward the gate. And then from around the corner of his tent loomed a
huge bulk, and Tantor, the great tusker, towered above him. Malbihn's
boy, feeling neither affection nor loyalty for his master, broke and
ran at the first glimpse of the beast, and Malbihn was left alone and
helpless.

The elephant stopped a couple of paces from the wounded man's hammock.
Malbihn cowered, moaning. He was too weak to escape. He could only
lie there with staring eyes gazing in horror into the blood rimmed,
angry little orbs fixed upon him, and await his death.

Then, to his astonishment, a man slid to the ground from the elephant's
back. Almost at once Malbihn recognized the strange figure as that of
the creature who consorted with apes and baboons--the white warrior of
the jungle who had freed t