the son of tarzan-第41节
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itespecially after livin' with you for two months while we're makin' the coast。〃
A shocked and angry protest rose to Baynes' lips； but he did not utter it； for almost simultaneously came the realization that this was practically the same thing he had been planning upon himself。 It had sounded brutal and criminal from the lips of the rough trader； but nevertheless the young Englishman saw that with Hanson's help and his knowledge of African travel the possibilities of success would be much greater than as though the Hon。 Morison were to attempt the thing single handed。 And so he nodded a glum assent。
The balance of the long ride to Hanson's northerly camp was made in silence； for both men were occupied with their own thoughts； most of which were far from being either complimentary or loyal to the other。 As they rode through the wood the sounds of their careless passage came to the ears of another jungle wayfarer。 The Killer had determined to come back to the place where he had seen the white girl who took to the trees with the ability of long habitude。 There was a compelling something in the recollection of her that drew him irresistibly toward her。 He wished to see her by the light of day； to see her features； to see the color of her eyes and hair。 It seemed to him that she must bear a strong resemblance to his lost Meriem； and yet he knew that the chances were that she did not。 The fleeting glimpse that he had had of her in the moonlight as she swung from the back of her plunging pony into the branches of the tree above her had shown him a girl of about the same height as his Meriem； but of a more rounded and developed femininity。
Now he was moving lazily back in the direction of the spot where he had seen the girl when the sounds of the approaching horsemen came to his sharp ears。 He moved stealthily through the branches until he came within sight of the riders。 The younger man he instantly recognized as the same he had seen with his arms about the girl in the moonlit glade just the instant before Numa charged。 The other he did not recognize though there was a familiarity about his carriage and figure that puzzled Korak。
The ape…man decided that to find the girl again he would but have to keep in touch with the young Englishman； and so he fell in behind the pair； following them to Hanson's camp。 Here the Hon。 Morison penned a brief note； which Hanson gave into the keeping of one of his boys who started off forthwith toward the south。
Korak remained in the vicinity of the camp； keeping a careful watch upon the Englishman。 He had half expected to find the girl at the destination of the two riders and had been disappointed when no sign of her materialized about the camp。
Baynes was restless； pacing back and forth beneath the trees when he should have been resting against the forced marches of the coming flight。 Hanson lay in his hammock and smoked。 They spoke but little。 Korak lay stretched upon a branch among the dense foliage above them。 Thus passed the balance of the afternoon。 Korak became hungry and thirsty。 He doubted that either of the men would leave camp now before morning； so he withdrew； but toward the south； for there it seemed most likely the girl still was。
In the garden beside the bungalow Meriem wandered thoughtfully in the moonlight。 She still smarted from Bwana's； to her； unjust treatment of the Hon。 Morison Baynes。 Nothing had been explained to her； for both Bwana and My Dear had wished to spare her the mortification and sorrow of the true explanation of Baynes' proposal。 They knew； as Meriem did not； that the man had no intention of marrying her； else he would have come directly to Bwana； knowing full well that no objection would be interposed if Meriem really cared for him。
Meriem loved them both and was grateful to them for all that they had done for her； but deep in her little heart surged the savage love of liberty that her years of untrammeled freedom in the jungle had made part and parcel of her being。 Now； for the first time since she had come to them； Meriem felt like a prisoner in the bungalow of Bwana and My Dear。
Like a caged tigress the girl paced the length of the enclosure。 Once she paused near the outer fence； her head upon one sidelistening。 What was it she had heard？ The pad of naked human feet just beyond the garden。 She listened for a moment。 The sound was not repeated。 Then she resumed her restless walking。 Down to the opposite end of the garden she passed； turned and retraced her steps toward the upper end。 Upon the sward near the bushes that hid the fence； full in the glare of the moonlight； lay a white envelope that had not been there when she had turned almost upon the very spot a moment before。
Meriem stopped short in her tracks； listening again； and sniffingmore than ever the tigress； alert； ready。 Beyond the bushes a naked black runner squatted； peering through the foliage。 He saw her take a step closer to the letter。 She had seen it。 He rose quietly and following the shadows of the bushes that ran down to the corral was soon gone from sight。
Meriem's trained ears heard his every move。 She made no attempt to seek closer knowledge of his identity。 Already she had guessed that he was a messenger from the Hon。 Morison。 She stooped and picked up the envelope。 Tearing it open she easily read the contents by the moon's brilliant light。 It was； as she had guessed； from Baynes。
〃I cannot go without seeing you again；〃 it read。 〃Come to the clearing early tomorrow morning and say good…bye to me。 Come alone。〃
There was a little morewords that made her heart beat faster and a happy flush mount her cheek。
Chapter 20
It was still dark when the Hon。 Morison Baynes set forth for the trysting place。 He insisted upon having a guide； saying that he was not sure that he could find his way back to the little clearing。 As a matter of fact the thought of that lonely ride through the darkness before the sun rose had been too much for his courage； and he craved company。 A black； therefore； preceded him on foot。 Behind and above him came Korak； whom the noise in the camp had awakened。
It was nine o'clock before Baynes drew rein in the clearing。 Meriem had not yet arrived。 The black lay down to rest。 Baynes lolled in his saddle。 Korak stretched himself comfortably upon a lofty limb； where he could watch those beneath him without being seen。
An hour passed。 Baynes gave evidence of nervousness。 Korak had already guessed that the young Englishman had come here to meet another； nor was he at all in doubt as to the identity of that other。 The Killer was perfectly satisfied that he was soon again to see the nimble she who had so forcefully reminded him of Meriem。
Presently the sound of an approaching horse came to Korak's ears。 She was coming！ She had almost reached the clearing before Baynes became aware of her presence； and then as he looked up； the foliage parted to the head and shoulders of her mount and Meriem rode into view。 Baynes spurred to meet her。 Korak looked searchingly down upon her； mentally anathematizing the broad…brimmed hat that hid her features from his eyes。 She was abreast the Englishman now。 Korak saw the man take both her hands and draw her close to his breast。 He saw the man's face concealed for a moment beneath the same broad brim that hid the girl's。 He could imagine their lips meeting； and a twinge of sorrow and sweet recollection combined to close his eyes for an instant in that involuntary muscular act with which we attempt to shut out from the mind's eye harrowing reflections。
When he looked again they had drawn apart and were conversing earnestly。 Korak could see the man urging something。 It was equally evident that the girl was holding back。 There were many of her gestures； and the way in which she tossed her head up and to the right； tip…tilting her chin； that reminded Korak still more strongly of Meriem。 And then the conversation was over and the man took the girl in his arms again to kiss her good…bye。 She turned and rode toward the point from which she had come。 The man sat on his horse watching her。 At the edge of the jungle she turned to wave him a final farewell。
〃Tonight！〃 she cried； throwing back her head as she called the words to him across the little distance which separated themthrowing back her head and revealing her face for the first time to the eyes of The Killer in the tree above。 Korak started as though pierced through the heart with an arrow。 He trembled and shook like a leaf。 He closed his eyes； pressing his palms across them； and then he opened them again and looked but the girl was goneonly the waving foliage of the jungle's rim marked where she had disappeared。 It was impossible！ It could not be true！ And yet； with his own eyes he had seen his Meriem older a little； with figure more rounded by nearer maturity； and subtly changed in other ways； more beautiful than ever； yet still his little Meriem。 Yes； he had seen the dead alive again； he had seen his Meriem in the flesh。 She lived！ She had not died！ He had seen herhe had seen his MeriemIN THE ARMS OF ANOTHER MAN！ And that man sat below him now； within easy reach。 Korak； The Killer； fo
