A great pall of smoke blotted out everything in the rear; blotted out hope, for Bruce could never pick up the trail now.
Kathlyn's eyes were feverishly dry and bright.

It was only a matter of time when the howdah would slip down the brute's side.

She prayed that she might die instantly.

Strange fancies flitted through her mind, disordered by all these days of suspense and terror.

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