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TREASURE-HUNTERS LOST IN THE HEART OF AFRICA 109
had fired it. At the same moment, Rob and Jim flung down their empty guns. The red flames and smoke veiled the victims from their loathsome butchers. Vida snatched the rifle from her guardian's hands, and turned to the moaning negress: "If you love me, Mammy, shoot," she
cried; "before they come " The
blaze was flickering down; thru the smoke danced phantom shadows, leering, writhing — guttural yells — the sound of blows — then A tall
arms shut out the horror and the tumult about them.
Nor did the seeming miracle of the strange, beautiful girl and her party coming upon him out of the nowhere of the jungle seem uncanny or unreal to the bronzed adventurer.
In a little while her eyes fluttered open, and she held the calling letter and the map of old Jose, his father, out to him.
Manuel read the message, the call of his father from the open boat, and
THE ATTACK ON THE CANNIBALS
figure leaped across the barrier, crying to other figures behind him: "This way, camerados "
Vida, sinking into the gulf of unconsciousness, felt herself seized in a pair of strong, warm arms. Her vague eyes, fluttering open, impatient at the new lease of sensibility, met the deep gaze of a pair of dark ones. Her hands strayed upwards, touching his face for reassurance.
' ' Manuel ! ' ' she cried. The miracle of his presence in her hour of need did not occur to her. It was as tho she had been expecting him. His
he stiffened, and shook with love and regret for the last of his race. It came upon him, without words, that the girl in his rigid arms held, somehow, the link that bound him to the grave in the shallow sand.
Then a strange thing happened. Vida's old self-confidence vanished utterly. She clung to him as she had never clung to a human being beforer shaken with sobs, a very woman-thing who must always hereafter turn to man-strength and man-courage in moments of pain and doubtfulness.
Overhead, the pendant clusters of