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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

Korak halted in perplexity. Who might it be--the tones were those of a man. He recalled the young Englishman he had left on the river trail and who had disappeared before he returned. A moment later there came to him a woman's voice in reply--it was Meriem's, and The Killer, quickened into action, slunk rapidly in the direction of these two voices.


? ? ? ? The evening meal over Meriem had gone to her pallet in the women's quarters of The Sheik's tent, a little corner screened off in the rear by a couple of priceless Persian rugs to form a partition. In these quarters she had dwelt with Mabunu alone, for The Sheik had no wives. Nor were conditions altered now after the years of her absence--she and Mabunu were alone in the women's quarters.


? ? ? ? Presently The Sheik came and parted the rugs. He glared through the dim light of the interior.


? ? ? ? "Meriem!" he called. "Come hither."


? ? ? ? The girl arose and came into the front of the tent. There the light of a fire illuminated the interior.


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