His eyes were
closed, his head dropped forward upon his breast, his hands hung
limply before him. Yet still he stood there upon his feet, though
he reeled horribly. It was not until the third bullet had found
its mark within his body that he lunged forward upon his face.
Then Malbihn approached him, and with an oath kicked him viciously.
Then he returned once more to Meriem. Again he seized her, and at
the same instant the flaps of the tent opened silently and a tall
white man stood in the aperture. Neither Meriem or Malbihn saw
the newcomer. The latter's back was toward him while his body hid
the stranger from Meriem's eyes.
He crossed the tent quickly, stepping over Jenssen's body. The
first intimation Malbihn had that he was not to carry out his design
without further interruption was a heavy hand upon his shoulder. He
wheeled to face an utter stranger--a tall, black-haired, gray-eyed
stranger clad in khaki and pith helmet. Malbihn reached for his
gun again, but another hand had been quicker than his and he saw
the weapon tossed to the ground at the side of the tent--out of
reach.
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