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ittle girl upon the back of which was pasted a cutting from a Paris dailya cutting that she could not read； yellowed and dimmed by age and handlingbut something about the photograph of the little girl which was also reproduced in the newspaper cutting held her attention。 Where had she seen that picture before？ And then； quite suddenly； it came to her that this was a picture of herself as she had been years and years before。
Where had it been taken？ How had it come into the possession of this man？ Why had it been reproduced in a newspaper？ What was the story that the faded type told of it？
Meriem was baffled by the puzzle that her search for ammunition had revealed。 She stood gazing at the faded photograph for a time and then bethought herself of the ammunition for which she had come。 Turning again to the box she rummaged to the bottom and there in a corner she came upon a little box of cartridges。 A single glance assured her that they were intended for the weapon she had thrust inside the band of her riding breeches； and slipping them into her pocket she turned once more for an examination of the baffling likeness of herself that she held in her hand。
As she stood thus in vain endeavor to fathom this inexplicable mystery the sound of voices broke upon her ears。 Instantly she was all alert。 They were coming closer！ A second later she recognized the lurid profanity of the Swede。 Malbihn； her persecutor； was returning！ Meriem ran quickly to the opening of the tent and looked out。 It was too late！ She was fairly cornered！ The white man and three of his black henchmen were coming straight across the clearing toward the tent。 What was she to do？ She slipped the photograph into her waist。 Quickly she slipped a cartridge into each of the chambers of the revolver。 Then she backed toward the end of the tent； keeping the entrance covered by her weapon。 The man stopped outside； and Meriem could hear Malbihn profanely issuing instructions。 He was a long time about it； and while he talked in his bellowing； brutish voice； the girl sought some avenue of escape。 Stooping； she raised the bottom of the canvas and looked beneath and beyond。 There was no one in sight upon that side。 Throwing herself upon her stomach she wormed beneath the tent wall just as Malbihn； with a final word to his men； entered the tent。
Meriem heard him cross the floor； and then she rose and； stooping low； ran to a native hut directly behind。 Once inside this she turned and glanced back。 There was no one in sight。 She had not been seen。 And now from Malbihn's tent she heard a great cursing。 The Swede had discovered the rifling of his box。 He was shouting to his men； and as she heard them reply Meriem darted from the hut and ran toward the edge of the boma furthest from Malbihn's tent。 Overhanging the boma at this point was a tree that had been too large； in the eyes of the rest…loving blacks； to cut down。 So they had terminated the boma just short of it。 Meriem was thankful for whatever circumstance had resulted in the leaving of that particular tree where it was； since it gave her the much…needed avenue of escape which she might not otherwise have had。
From her hiding place she saw Malbihn again enter the jungle； this time leaving a guard of three of his boys in the camp。 He went toward the south； and after he had disappeared； Meriem skirted the outside of the enclosure and made her way to the river。 Here lay the canoes that had been used in bringing the party from the opposite shore。 They were unwieldy things for a lone girl to handle； but there was no other way and she must cross the river。
The landing place was in full view of the guard at the camp。 To risk the crossing under their eyes would have meant undoubted capture。 Her only hope lay in waiting until darkness had fallen； unless some fortuitous circumstance should arise before。 For an hour she lay watching the guard； one of whom seemed always in a position where he would immediately discover her should she attempt to launch one of the canoes。
Presently Malbihn appeared； coming out of the jungle； hot and puffing。 He ran immediately to the river where the canoes lay and counted them。 It was evident that it had suddenly occurred to him that the girl must cross here if she wished to return to her protectors。 The expression of relief on his face when he found that none of the canoes was gone was ample evidence of what was passing in his mind。 He turned and spoke hurriedly to the head man who had followed him out of the jungle and with whom were several other blacks。
Following Malbihn's instructions they launched all the canoes but one。 Malbihn called to the guards in the camp and a moment later the entire party had entered the boats and were paddling up stream。
Meriem watched them until a bend in the river directly above the camp hid them from her sight。 They were gone！ She was alone； and they had left a canoe in which lay a paddle！ She could scarce believe the good fortune that had come to her。 To delay now would be suicidal to her hopes。 Quickly she ran from her hiding place and dropped to the ground。 A dozen yards lay between her and the canoe。
Up stream； beyond the bend； Malbihn ordered his canoes in to shore。 He landed with his head man and crossed the little point slowly in search of a spot where he might watch the canoe he had left at the landing place。 He was smiling in anticipation of the almost certain success of his stratagemsooner or later the girl would come back and attempt to cross the river in one of their canoes。 It might be that the idea would not occur to her for some time。 They might have to wait a day； or two days； but that she would come if she lived or was not captured by the men he had scouting the jungle for her Malbihn was sure。 That she would come so soon； however； he had not guessed； and so when he topped the point and came again within sight of the river he saw that which drew an angry oath from his lipshis quarry already was half way across the river。
Turning； he ran rapidly back to his boats； the head man at his heels。 Throwing themselves in； Malbihn urged his paddlers to their most powerful efforts。 The canoes shot out into the stream and down with the current toward the fleeing quarry。 She had almost completed the crossing when they came in sight of her。 At the same instant she saw them； and redoubled her efforts to reach the opposite shore before they should overtake her。 Two minutes' start of them was all Meriem cared for。 Once in the trees she knew that she could outdistance and elude them。 Her hopes were highthey could not overtake her nowshe had had too good a start of them。
Malbihn； urging his men onward with a stream of hideous oaths and blows from his fists； realized that the girl was again slipping from his clutches。 The leading canoe； in the bow of which he stood； was yet a hundred yards behind the fleeing Meriem when she ran the point of her craft beneath the overhanging trees on the shore of safety。
Malbihn screamed to her to halt。 He seemed to have gone mad with rage at the realization that he could not overtake her； and then he threw his rifle to his shoulder； aimed carefully at the slim figure scrambling into the trees； and fired。
Malbihn was an excellent shot。 His misses at so short a distance were practically non…existent； nor would he have missed this time but for an accident occurring at the very instant that his finger tightened upon the triggeran accident to which Meriem owed her lifethe providential presence of a water…logged tree trunk； one end of which was embedded in the mud of the river bottom and the other end of which floated just beneath the surface where the prow of Malbihn's canoe ran upon it as he fired。 The slight deviation of the boat's direction was sufficient to throw the muzzle of the rifle out of aim。 The bullet whizzed harmlessly by Meriem's head and an instant later she had disappeared into the foliage of the tree。
There was a smile on her lips as she dropped to the ground to cross a little clearing where once had stood a native village surrounded by its fields。 The ruined huts still stood in crumbling decay。 The rank vegetation of the jungle overgrew the cultivated ground。 Small trees already had sprung up in what had been the village street； but desolation and loneliness hung like a pall above the scene。 To Meriem； however； it presented but a place denuded of large trees which she must cross quickly to regain the jungle upon the opposite side before Malbihn should have landed。
The deserted huts were； to her； all the better because they were desertedshe did not see the keen eyes watching her from a dozen points； from tumbling doorways； from behind tottering granaries。 In utter unconsciousness of impending danger she started up the village street because it offered the clearest pathway to the jungle。
A mile away toward the east； fighting his way through the jungle along the trail taken by Malbihn when he had brought Meriem to his camp； a man in torn khakifilthy； haggard； unkemptcame to a sudden stop as the report of Malbihn's rifle resounded faintly through the tangled forest。 The black man just ahead of him stopped； too。
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