"
The Swedes laughed. "There are no good looking white women in the
jungle, Kovudoo," said Jenssen. "You should be ashamed to try to
make fun of old friends."
Kovudoo sprang to his feet. "Come," he said, "I will show you that
she is all I say."
Malbihn and Jenssen rose to follow him and as they did so their
eyes met, and Malbihn slowly drooped one of his lids in a sly
wink. Together they followed Kovudoo toward his hut. In the dim
interior they discerned the figure of a woman lying bound upon a
sleeping mat.
Malbihn took a single glance and turned away. "She must be a
thousand years old, Kovudoo," he said, as he left the hut.
"She is young," cried the savage. "It is dark in here. You cannot
see. Wait, I will have her brought out into the sunlight," and he
commanded the two warriors who watched the girl to cut the bonds
from her ankles and lead her forth for inspection.
Malbihn and Jenssen evinced no eagerness, though both were fairly
bursting with it--not to see the girl but to obtain possession
of her. They cared not if she had the face of a marmoset, or the
figure of pot-bellied Kovudoo himself.
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