Werper's hands dropped limply at his sides.He stood looking at the girl; but he could find no words to reply to her.Her innocent arraignment of his true purposes was unanswerable.
Outside, the Arabs were searching for the author of the disturbing shot.The two sentries who had been relieved and sent to their blankets by Mohammed Beyd were the first to suggest going to the tent of the prisoner.It occurred to them that possibly the woman had successfully defended herself against their leader.
Werper heard the men approaching.To be apprehended as the slayer of Mohammed Beyd would be equivalent to a sentence of immediate death.The fierce and brutal raiders would tear to pieces a Christian who had dared spill the blood of their leader.He must find some excuse to delay the finding of Mohammed Beyd's dead body.
Returning his revolver to its holster, he walked quickly to the entrance of the tent.Parting the flaps he stepped out and confronted the men, who were rapidly approaching.Somehow he found within him the necessary bravado to force a smile to his lips, as he held up his hand to bar their farther progress.
"The woman resisted," he said, "and Mohammed Beyd was forced to shoot her.She is not dead--only slightly wounded.You may go back to your blankets.Mohammed Beyd and I will look after the prisoner;" then he turned and re-entered the tent, and the raiders, satisfied by this explanation, gladly returned to their broken slumbers.
As he again faced Jane Clayton, Werper found himself animated by quite different intentions than those which had lured him from his blankets but a few minutes before.The excitement of his encounter with Mohammed Beyd, as well as the dangers which he now faced at the hands of the raiders when morning must inevitably reveal the truth of what had occurred in the tent of the prisoner that night, had naturally cooled the hot passion which had dominated him when he entered the tent.
But another and stronger force was exerting itself in the girl's favor.However low a man may sink, honor and chivalry, has he ever possessed them, are never entirely eradicated from his character, and though Albert Werper had long since ceased to evidence the slightest claim to either the one or the other, the spontaneous acknowledgment of them which the girl's speech had presumed had reawakened them both within him.
For the first time he realized the almost hopeless and frightful position of the fair captive, and the depths of ignominy to which he had sunk, that had made it possible for him, a well-born, European gentleman, to have entertained even for a moment the part that he had taken in the ruin of her home, happiness, and herself.
Too much of baseness already lay at the threshold of his conscience for him ever to hope entirely to redeem himself; but in the first, sudden burst of contrition the man conceived an honest intention to undo, in so far as lay within his power, the evil that his criminal avarice had brought upon this sweet and unoffending woman.
As he stood apparently listening to the retreating footsteps--Jane Clayton approached him.
"What are we to do now?" she asked."Morning will bring discovery of this," and she pointed to the still body of Mohammed Beyd."They will kill you when they find him."
For a time Werper did not reply, then he turned suddenly toward the woman.
"I have a plan," he cried."It will require nerve and courage on your part; but you have already shown that you possess both.Can you endure still more?"
"I can endure anything," she replied with a brave smile, "that may offer us even a slight chance for escape."
"You must simulate death," he explained, "while I carry you from the camp.I will explain to the sentries that Mohammed Beyd has ordered me to take your body into the jungle.This seemingly unnecessary act I shall explain upon the grounds that Mohammed Beyd had conceived a violent passion for you and that he so regretted the act by which he had become your slayer that he could not endure the silent reproach of your lifeless body."
The girl held up her hand to stop.A smile touched her lips.
"Are you quite mad?" she asked."Do you imagine that the sentries will credit any such ridiculous tale?"
"You do not know them," he replied."Beneath their rough exteriors, despite their calloused and criminal natures, there exists in each a well-defined strain of romantic emotionalism--you will find it among such as these throughout the world.It is romance which lures men to lead wild lives of outlawry and crime.The ruse will succeed--never fear."
Jane Clayton shrugged."We can but try it--and then what?"
"I shall hide you in the jungle," continued the Belgian, "coming for you alone and with two horses in the morning."
"But how will you explain Mohammed Beyd's death?" she asked."It will be discovered before ever you can escape the camp in the morning."
"I shall not explain it," replied Werper."Mohammed Beyd shall explain it himself--we must leave that to him.Are you ready for the venture?"
"Yes."
"But wait, I must get you a weapon and ammunition,"
and Werper walked quickly from the tent.
Very shortly he returned with an extra revolver and ammunition belt strapped about his waist.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Quite ready," replied the girl.
"Then come and throw yourself limply across my left shoulder," and Werper knelt to receive her.
"There," he said, as he rose to his feet."Now, let your arms, your legs and your head hang limply.
Remember that you are dead."
A moment later the man walked out into the camp, the body of the woman across his shoulder.
A thorn boma had been thrown up about the camp, to discourage the bolder of the hungry carnivora.A
couple of sentries paced to and fro in the light of a fire which they kept burning brightly.The nearer of these looked up in surprise as he saw Werper approaching.
"Who are you?" he cried."What have you there?"
Werper raised the hood of his burnoose that the fellow might see his face.
"This is the body of the woman," he explained.
