"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.

"There," he said, as he rose to his feet. "Now, let your arms,
your legs and your head hang limply. Remember that you are dead."