She was glad too, so she put her arms about The
Killer's neck and kissed him again and again. Then, discovering
the doll in his belt she transferred it to her own possession,
kissing it as she had kissed Korak.
Korak wanted her to say something. He wanted to tell her how he
loved her; but the emotion of his love choked him and the vocabulary
of the Mangani was limited.
There came a sudden interruption. It was from Akut--a sudden, low
growl, no louder than those he had been giving vent to the while
he pranced about the dead bull, nor half so loud in fact; but of a
timbre that bore straight to the perceptive faculties of the jungle
beast ingrained in Korak. It was a warning. Korak looked quickly
up from the glorious vision of the sweet face so close to his.
Now his other faculties awoke. His ears, his nostrils were on the
alert. Something was coming!
The Killer moved to Akut's side. Meriem was just behind them. The
three stood like carved statues gazing into the leafy tangle of the
jungle. The noise that had attracted their attention increased,
and presently a great ape broke through the underbrush a few paces
from where they stood.
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