THE ORDEAL 



set for the tree-jungle, which is now 

 not far distant, and he knows that 

 there Hes his only chance of escape. 

 As they near the jungle, the ele- 

 phant bearing Miss Clay comes out 

 from among the trees, and she thus 

 has an excellent view of the race, 

 though little she knows how much 

 its issue may affect her own future. 

 Calvert is closing on the pig, and 

 another stride or two should land 

 him within spearing distance, when 

 suddenly — whether in a buffalo- 

 wallow or over a hard tussock — 

 Kismet pecks heavily, almost on to 

 his head; but though he recovers 

 himself in a trice, the momentary 

 check lets up Jack on Lovelei. 

 Nor is he slow to take his chance; 

 cramming his horse to the front with 



