Had this not been the case the escape of the two would have been a
feat of little moment, since Meriem was scarcely a whit less agile
than Korak, and fully as much at home in the trees as he. But
with the girl on his shoulder Korak could not both run and fight
to advantage, and the result was that before he had covered half
the distance to the tree a score of native curs attracted by the
yelping of their mate and the yells and shouts of their masters had
closed in upon the fleeing white man, snapping at his legs and at
last succeeding in tripping him. As he went down the hyena-like
brutes were upon him, and as he struggled to his feet the blacks
closed in.
A couple of them seized the clawing, biting Meriem, and subdued
her--a blow upon the head was sufficient. For the ape-man they
found more drastic measures would be necessary.
Weighted down as he was by dogs and warriors he still managed to
struggle to his feet. To right and left he swung crushing blows
to the faces of his human antagonists--to the dogs he paid not the
slightest attention other than to seize the more persistent and
wring their necks with a single quick movement of the wrist.
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