Their horses were pressed side by side. Baynes had found Meriem's hand and was pressing it as he poured words of love into her ear, and Meriem was listening,
"Come to London with me," urged the Hon. Morison.
"I can gather a safari and we can be a whole day upon the way to the coast before they guess that we have gone."
"Why must we go that way?" asked the girl.
"Bwana and My Dear would not object to our marriage."
"I cannot marry you just yet," explained the Hon. Morison, "there are some formalities to be attended to first—you do not understand. It will be all right. We will go to London, I cannot wait. If you love me you will come. What of the apes you lived with? Did they bother about marriage? They love as we love. Had you stayed among them you would have mated as they mate. It is the law of nature—no man-made law can abrogate the laws of God. What difference does it make if we love one another? What do we care for anyone in the world besides ourselves? I would give my life for you—will you give nothing for me?"
"You love me?" she asked. "You will marry me when we have reached London?"
"I swear it," he cried.
"I will go with you," she whispered, "though I do not understand why it is necessary." She leaned toward him and he took her in his arms and bent to press his lips to hers.
At the same instant the head of a huge tusker
