Kathlyn saw his bulk as it crashed straight through the brush. He
shuffled directly toward her tree. The ground about was of clay,
merging into sand as it sloped toward the river. The frantic runaway
slipped, crushed against the tree trunk, recovered himself, and went
splashing into the water.
Kathlyn was flung headlong and only the water saved her from severe
bodily harm. When she recovered her senses she was surrounded by a
group of very much astonished Mohammedans.
They jabbered and gesticulated to one another and she was conducted to
the stockade. She understood but two words--"Allaha" and "slave."