? ? ? ? At last Numa, still roaring angrily, strode majestically into the jungle. The hunter crawled from his boma, and half an hour later was entering a little camp snugly hidden in the forest. A handful of black followers greeted his return with sullen indifference. He was a great bearded man, a huge, yellow-bearded giant, when he entered his tent. Half an hour later he emerged smooth shaven.
? ? ? ? His blacks looked at him in astonishment.
? ? ? ? "Would you know me?" he asked.
? ? ? ? "The hyena that bore you would not know you, Bwana," replied one.
? ? ? ? The man aimed a heavy fist at the black's face; but long experience in dodging similar blows saved the presumptuous one.
? ? ? ? Meriem returned slowly toward the tree in which she had left her skirt, her shoes and her stockings.
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