"Excuse me, my lord," interrupted the gasping voice of Pi Bol as he
began to back from the pool, "I am but a horse, I know, and being
built in that way--naturally have the stomach of one--yet, really,
my lord, this--er"-- And his voice was gone.

The next moment he had disappeared. Mulledwiney looked around with
affected concern.

"Save us! But we've cleaned out the Jungle! Sure, there's not a
baste left but ourselves!"

It was true. The watering-place was empty. Moo Kow, Miaow, and
the Gee Gees had disappeared. Presently there was a booming crash
and a long, deep rumbling among the distant hills. Then they knew
they were near the old Moulmein Pagoda, and the dawn had come up
like thunder out of China 'cross the bay. It always came up that
way there. The strain was too great, and day was actually
breaking.



"ZUT-SKI"

THE PROBLEM OF A WICKED FEME SOLE

BY M--R--E C--R--LLI


I