would come, and she would be rescued and avenged, of that she was
certain. She counted the days that must elapse before he would
return from Opar and discover what had transpired during his absence.
After that it would be but a short time before he had surrounded
the Arab stronghold and punished the motley crew of wrongdoers who
inhabited it.

That he could find her she had no slightest doubt. No spoor, however
faint, could elude the keen vigilance of his senses. To him, the
trail of the raiders would be as plain as the printed page of an
open book to her.

And while she hoped, there came through the dark jungle another.
Terrified by night and by day, came Albert Werper. A dozen times
he had escaped the claws and fangs of the giant carnivora only by
what seemed a miracle to him. Armed with nothing more than the knife
he had brought with him from Opar, he had made his way through as
savage a country as yet exists upon the face of the globe.

By night he had slept in trees. By day he had stumbled fearfully
on, often taking refuge among the branches when sight or sound of
some great cat warned him from danger. But at last he had come
within sight of the palisade behind which were his fierce companions.

At almost the same time Mugambi came out of the jungle before
the walled village. As he stood in the shadow of a great tree,
reconnoitering, he saw a man, ragged and disheveled, emerge from the
jungle almost at his elbow. Instantly he recognized the newcomer
as he who had been a guest of his master before the latter had
departed for Opar.