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Korak's arm had again gone around the shoulders of Meriem. Love
raced hot through his young veins. Civilization was but a
half-remembered state--London as remote as ancient Rome. In all
the world there were but they two--Korak, The Killer, and Meriem,
his mate. Again he drew her close to him and covered her willing
lips with his hot kisses. And then from behind him broke a hideous
bedlam of savage war cries and a score of shrieking blacks were
upon them.
Korak turned to give battle. Meriem with her own light spear stood
by his side. An avalanche of barbed missiles flew about them. One
pierced Korak's shoulder, another his leg, and he went down.
Meriem was unscathed for the blacks had intentionally spared her.
Now they rushed forward to finish Korak and made good the girl's
capture; but as they came there came also from another point in
the jungle the great Akut and at his heels the huge bulls of his
new kingdom.
Snarling and roaring they rushed upon the black warriors when they
saw the mischief they had already wrought. Kovudoo, realizing
the danger of coming to close quarters with these mighty ape-men,
seized Meriem and called upon his warriors to retreat.
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