herself face downward upon them she sobbed forth her misery until
kindly sleep brought her, at least temporary, relief.

And while she slept a figure stole from the tent that stood to the
right of hers. It approached the sentry before the doorway and
whispered a few words in the man's ear. The latter nodded, and
strode off through the darkness in the direction of his own blankets.
The figure passed to the rear of Jane Clayton's tent and spoke
again to the sentry there, and this man also left, following in
the trail of the first.

Then he who had sent them away stole silently to the tent flap
and untying the fastenings entered with the noiselessness of a
disembodied spirit.





21

The Flight to the Jungle




Sleepless upon his blankets, Albert Werper let his evil mind dwell
upon the charms of the woman in the nearby tent. He had noted
Mohammed Beyd's sudden interest in the girl, and judging the man
by his own standards, had guessed at the basis of the Arab's sudden