“You go then,” said Stellara, “and save yourself, for certainly I cannot travel through the trees, and there is no reason why we should both be recaptured when one of us can escape.” Tanar smiled. “You know that I would not do that,” he said. “But what else may you do?” demanded Stellara. “They will follow the trail we are making and recapture us before we are out of hearing of the village.” “We shall leave no trail,” said Tanar. “Come,” and leaping lightly to a lower branch he swung himself into the tree that spread above them. “Give me your hand,” he said, reaching down to Stellara, and a moment later he had drawn the girl to his side. Then he stood erect and steadied the girl while she arose to her feet. Before them a maze of branches stretched away to be lost in the foliage. “We shall leave no spoor here,” said Tanar. “I am afraid,” said Stellara. “Hold me tightly.” “You will soon become accustomed to it,” said Tanar, “and then you will not be afraid. At first I was afraid, but later I could swing through the trees almost as rapidly as the black men themselves.” “I cannot even take a single step,” said Stellara. “I know that I shall fall.” “You do not have to take a step,” said Tanar. “Put your arms around my neck and hold on tightly,” and then he stooped and lifted her with his left arm while she clung tightly to him, her soft white arms encircling his neck. “How easily you lifted me!” she said; “how strong you are; but no man living could carry my weight through these trees and not fall.” Tanar did not reply, but instead he moved off among the branches seeking sure footing and secure handholds as he went. The girl’s soft body was pressed close to his and in his nostrils was the delicate sachet that he had sensed in his first contact with Stellara aboard the Korsar ship and which now seemed a part of her. As Tanar swung through the forest, the girl marveled at the strength of the man. She had always considered him a weakling by comparison with the beefy Korsars, but now she realized that in those smoothly rolling muscles was concealed the power of a superman. She found a fascination in watching him. He moved so easily and he did not seem to tire. Once she let her lips fall until they touched his thick, black hair and then, just a little, almost imperceptibly, she tightened her arms about his neck. Stellara was very happy and then, of a sudden, she recalled Letari and she straightened up and relaxed her hold. “The vile wanton,” she said. “Who?” demanded Tanar. “What are you talking about?” “That creature, Letari,” said Stellara. “Why she is not vile,” said Tanar. “I thought she was very nice and she is certainly beautiful.” “I believe you are in love with her,” snapped Stellara. “That would not be difficult,” said Tanar. “She seemed very lovable.” “Do you love her?” demanded Stellara. “Why shouldn’t I?” asked Tanar. “Do you?” insisted the girl. “Would you care if I did?” asked Tanar, softly.