? ? ? ? "I couldn't sleep," he explained, "and was going for a bit of a ride when I chanced to see you out here, and I thought you'd like to join me. Ripping good sport, you know, night riding. Come on."
? ? ? ? Meriem laughed. The adventure appealed to her.
? ? ? ? "All right," she said.
? ? ? ? Hanson swore beneath his breath. The two led their horses from the garden to the gate and through it. There they discovered Hanson's mount.
? ? ? ? "Why here's the trader's pony," remarked Baynes.
? ? ? ? "He's probably down visiting with the foreman," said Meriem.
? ? ? ? "Pretty late for him, isn't it?" remarked the Hon. Morison. "I'd hate to have to ride back through that jungle at night to his camp."
? ? ? ? As though to give weight to his apprehensions the distant lion roared again. The Hon. Morison shivered and glanced at the girl to note the effect of the uncanny sound upon her.
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