THE BEASTS OF TARZAN
the hilt of a long hunting-knife, and with this she cut a hole in the back wall of the tent.
Silently she stepped without. To her immense relief she saw that the camp was apparently asleep. In the dim and flickering light of the dying fires she saw but a single sentry, and he was dozing upon his haunches at the opposite side of the enclosure.
Keeping the tent between him and herself, she crossed between the small shelters of the native porters to the boma wall beyond.
Outside, in the darkness of the tangled jungle, she could hear the roaring of lions, the laughing of hyenas, and the countless, nameless noises of the midnight jungle.
For a moment she hesitated, trembling. The thought of the prowling beasts out there in the darkness was appalling. Then, with a sudden brave toss of her head, she attacked the thorny boma wall with her delicate hands. Torn and bleeding though they were, she worked on breathlessly until she had made an opening through which she could worm her body, and at last she stood outside the enclosure.
Behind her lay a fate worse than death, at the hands of human beings.
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