So impetuous was the attack of the man-ape that he found his hold
before the anthropoid could prevent him--a savage hold, with strong
jaws closed upon a pulsing jugular, and there he clung, with closed
eyes, while his fingers sought another hold upon the shaggy throat.
It was then that Meriem opened her eyes. At the sight before her
they went wide.
"Korak!" she cried. "Korak! My Korak! I knew that you would come.
Kill him, Korak! Kill him!" And with flashing eyes and heaving
bosom the girl, coming to her feet, ran to Korak's side to encourage
him. Nearby lay The Killer's spear, where he had flung it as he
charged the ape. The girl saw it and snatched it up. No faintness
overcame her in the face of this battle primeval at her feet. For
her there was no hysterical reaction from the nerve strain of her
own personal encounter with the bull. She was excited; but cool
and entirely unafraid. Her Korak was battling with another Mangani
that would have stolen her; but she did not seek the safety of an
overhanging bough there to watch the battle from afar, as would a
she Mangani.
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