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The current of the strea at a fair pace; all she

had to do was to pole away from the nued heads above the water

Round a bend the river widened and grew correspondingly sluggish She

sounded with her pole Soed, crafty crocodile His corrugated snout was thrust quickly over

the edge of the raft She struck at him wildly with the pole, and in a

fury he rushed the raft, upsetting Kathlyn

The crocodile sank and for a ht of Kathlyn, aded

frantically to the bank, up which she scrambled She turned in time to

see the crocodile's tearful [Transcriber's note: fearful?] eyes staring

up at her froe He presently slid back into his slione

Kathlyn's heart becae;

she became primordial; she wanted to hurt, maim, kill Childishly she

stooped and picked up heavy stones which she hurled into the water

The instinct to live flaly in her that the crust of

civilization fell away like e (which lies dormant in us all) ruled her She would

live, live, live; she would live to forget this oriental inferno

through which she was passing

She ran toward the jungle, all unconscious of the stone she still held

in her hand She lost all sense of ti out at the river again