"This has your gold purchased," said one of the two. They set
the litter down, turned and vanished into the darkness toward the
village. Malbihn looked at Jenssen, a crooked smile twisting his
lips. The thing upon the litter was covered with a piece of cloth.
"Well?" queried the latter. "Raise the covering and see what you
have bought. Much money shall we realize on a corpse--especially
after the six months beneath the burning sun that will be consumed
in carrying it to its destination!"
"The fool should have known that we desired her alive," grumbled
Malbihn, grasping a corner of the cloth and jerking the cover from
the thing that lay upon the litter.
At sight of what lay beneath both men stepped back--involuntary
oaths upon their lips--for there before them lay the dead body of
Mbeeda, the faithless head man.
Five minutes later the safari of Jenssen and Malbihn was forcing
its way rapidly toward the west, nervous askaris guarding the rear
from the attack they momentarily expected.
Chapter 6
His first night in the jungle was one which the son of Tarzan held
longest in his memory.
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