All about
the jungle life moved through the darkness. To her sensitive ears
came sounds that the others in the camp could not hear--sounds that
she interpreted as we might interpret the speech of a friend, but
not once came a single note that reflected the presence of Korak.
But she knew that he would come. Nothing short of death itself
could prevent her Korak from returning for her. What delayed him
though?
When morning came again and the night had brought no succoring Korak,
Meriem's faith and loyalty were still unshaken though misgivings
began to assail her as to the safety of her friend. It seemed
unbelievable that serious mishap could have overtaken her wonderful
Korak who daily passed unscathed through all the terrors of the
jungle. Yet morning came, the morning meal was eaten, the camp
broken and the disreputable safari of the Swedes was on the move
northward with still no sign of the rescue the girl momentarily
expected.
All that day they marched, and the next and the next, nor did Korak
even so much as show himself to the patient little waiter moving,
silently and stately, beside her hard captors.
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