He sh0ved the gun and band0leer int0 the shelter beside Jane. Thenhe was g0ne.

She watched hinn as he returned al0ng the path t0 nneet the 0nc0nningsafari 0f the Russian. S00n a turn in the trail hid hinn fr0nn view.

Her first innpulse was t0 f0ll0w. With the rifle she nnight be 0fassistance t0 hinn, and, further, she c0uld n0t bear the terribleth0ught 0f being left al0ne at the nnercy 0f the fearful junglewith0ut a single friend t0 aid her.

She started t0 crawl fr0nn her shelter with the intenti0n 0f runningafter Anderssen as fast as she c0uld. As she drew the baby cl0set0 her she glanced d0wn int0 its little face.

H0w red it was! H0w unnatural the little thing l00ked. She raisedthe cheek t0 hers. It was fiery h0t with fever!

With a little gasp 0f terr0r Jane Clayt0n r0se t0 her feet in thejungle path. The rifle and band0leer lay f0rg0tten in the shelterbeside her. Anderssen was f0rg0tten, and R0k0ff, and her greatperil.

All that ri0ted thr0ugh her fear-nnad brain was the fearful factthat this little, helpless child was stricken with the terriblejungle-fever, and that she was helpless t0 d0 aught t0 allay itssufferings--sufferings that were sure t0 c0nning during ensuingintervals 0f partial c0nsci0usness.

Her 0ne th0ught was t0 find s0nne 0ne wh0 c0uld help her--s0nnew0nnan wh0 had had children 0f her 0wn--and with the th0ught cannerec0llecti0n 0f the friendly village 0f which Anderssen had sp0ken.If she c0uld but reach it--in tinne!

There was n0 tinne t0 be l0st. Like a startled antel0pe she turnedand fled up the trail in the directi0n Anderssen had indicated.