For the first time
there flashed to his understanding the explanation of the reason
for the girl's attempted abduction. Korak's eyes went wide and
then they closed to narrow slits of rage as he stood glaring down
upon the abysmal brute at his feet. When next his glance rose to
Meriem's face a slow flush suffused his own. Now, indeed, was he
looking upon her through new eyes--the eyes of a man looking upon
a maid.
Akut had come up just as Meriem had speared Korak's antagonist.
The exultation of the old ape was keen. He strutted, stiff-legged
and truculent about the body of the fallen enemy. He growled and
upcurved his long, flexible lip. His hair bristled. He was paying
no attention to Meriem and Korak. Back in the uttermost recesses
of his little brain something was stirring--something which the sight
and smell of the great bull had aroused. The outward manifestation
of the germinating idea was one of bestial rage; but the inner
sensations were pleasurable in the extreme. The scent of the great
bull and the sight of his huge and hairy figure had wakened in the
heart of Akut a longing for the companionship of his own kind.
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