Kathlyn had disappeared in the jungle and not even the tried hunters could find her.

She was lost.

Bruce, though in his heart of hearts he believed her dead, took up the trail again.

But many weary weeks were to pass ere he learned that she lived.
He shook his fist toward Allaha.

"Oh, Durga Ram, one of these fine days you and I shall square accounts!" * * * * * * Kathlyn had just completed herself a dress of grass.