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Stern took no thought of it, but pressed forward, shouting the girl's naroith ht-beaht even catch so, that rescuers were fighting onward to her

Silent, lithe, confident even ae conditions, the two le

No hounds ever trailed fugitive e, white barbarians froony, Stern blessed their courage and their skill

"Men, by God! They're men!" he muttered, as he thrashed his painful way behind theht

Of a sudden, there somewhere ahead, far ahead in the wilderness--a cry?

Allan stopped short, his heart leaping

Again he fired, and his voice set all the echoes ringing

A cry! He knew it now There could be no mistake--a cry!

"Beatrice!" he shouted in a terrible voice, leaping forward The guides broke into a crouching run All three crashed through the thickets, split the fern-rass that here and there rose higher than their heads

Allan cursed himself for a fool That other cry he had heard while on his way from the Pauillac to Settlement Cliffs--that had been her cry for help--and he had neither known nor heeded

"Fool that I was! Oh, damnable idiot that I was!" he panted as he ran

From moment to moment he fired He paused a few seconds to jack a fresh cartridge-clip into the autoht he, and again s with the two Merucaans

All at once a for, deep, yet rising to a wild shriek of rage and horrid brutality, the beast-cry flung itself through the jungle

And, following it, they heard again thata trea a step "Oh, Kromno, what is that?"

"Never have we heard such in our place!" added Brehter "Is that a man-cry, or the cry of a beast--one of the beasts you told us of, that we have never seen?"

"Both! A man-beast! Kill! Kill!"

Now, Allan, sure of his direction, took the lead No longer he flashed the light, and only once ain he heard her cry, but suddenly it died as though swiftly choked in her very throat Allan spat a blaspheed on