Vaguely she comprehended that she must keep the fire replenished from time to time in order to pacify the two holy men.

At night it would fend off any approach of the lion.
Where was Bruce?
Would he ever find her?
That philosophy which she had inherited from her father, that quiet acceptance of the inevitable, was the one thing which carried her through her trials sanely.

An ordinary woman would have died from mere exhaustion.
Bruce, indeed! At that very moment he was rushing out of the Kumor's presence, wild to be off toward the road to Allaha, since Kathlyn had not been seen upon it.

He found where Rajah had veered off into the jungle again, and followed the trail tirelessly.

But it was to be his misfortune always to arrive too late.
To Kathlyn the day passed with nothing more than the curiosity of the natives to disturb her.