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Kathlyn saw his bulk as it crashed straight through the brush He

shuffled directly toward her tree The ground about was of clay,

into sand as it sloped toward the river The frantic runaway

slipped, crushed against the tree trunk, recovered hi into the water

Kathlyn was flung headlong and only the water saved her from severe

bodily harroup of very much astonished Mohammedans

They jabbered and gesticulated to one another and she was conducted to

the stockade She understood but tords--"Allaha" and "slave"