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Still
half-awake
,
and
unable
to
imagine
what
it
all
might
mean
,
I
found
myself
hurrying
madly
after
him
through
the
wood
,
a
rifle
under
each
arm
and
a
pile
of
various
stores
in
my
hands
.
He
dodged
in
and
out
through
the
thickest
of
the
scrub
until
he
came
to
a
dense
clump
of
brush-wood
.
Into
this
he
rushed
,
regardless
of
thorns
,
and
threw
himself
into
the
heart
of
it
,
pulling
me
down
by
his
side
.
"
There
!
"
he
panted
.
"
I
think
we
are
safe
here
.
They
'll
make
for
the
camp
as
sure
as
fate
.
It
will
be
their
first
idea
.
But
this
should
puzzle
'em
.
"
"
What
is
it
all
?
"
I
asked
,
when
I
had
got
my
breath
.
"
Where
are
the
professors
?
And
who
is
it
that
is
after
us
?
"
"
The
ape-men
,
"
he
cried
.
"
My
God
,
what
brutes
!
Do
n't
raise
your
voice
,
for
they
have
long
ears
--
sharp
eyes
,
too
,
but
no
power
of
scent
,
so
far
as
I
could
judge
,
so
I
do
n't
think
they
can
sniff
us
out
.
Where
have
you
been
,
young
fellah
?
You
were
well
out
of
it
.
"
In
a
few
sentences
I
whispered
what
I
had
done
.
"
Pretty
bad
,
"
said
he
,
when
he
had
heard
of
the
dinosaur
and
the
pit
.
"
It
is
n't
quite
the
place
for
a
rest
cure
.
What
?
But
I
had
no
idea
what
its
possibilities
were
until
those
devils
got
hold
of
us
.
The
man-eatin
'
Papuans
had
me
once
,
but
they
are
Chesterfields
compared
to
this
crowd
.
"
"
How
did
it
happen
?
"
I
asked
.
"
It
was
in
the
early
mornin
'
.
Our
learned
friends
were
just
stirrin
'
.
Had
n't
even
begun
to
argue
yet
.
Suddenly
it
rained
apes
.
They
came
down
as
thick
as
apples
out
of
a
tree
.
They
had
been
assemblin
'
in
the
dark
,
I
suppose
,
until
that
great
tree
over
our
heads
was
heavy
with
them
.
I
shot
one
of
them
through
the
belly
,
but
before
we
knew
where
we
were
they
had
us
spread-eagled
on
our
backs
.
I
call
them
apes
,
but
they
carried
sticks
and
stones
in
their
hands
and
jabbered
talk
to
each
other
,
and
ended
up
by
tyin
'
our
hands
with
creepers
,
so
they
are
ahead
of
any
beast
that
I
have
seen
in
my
wanderin
's
.
Ape-men
--
that
's
what
they
are
--
Missin
'
Links
,
and
I
wish
they
had
stayed
missin
'
.
They
carried
off
their
wounded
comrade
--
he
was
bleedin
'
like
a
pig
--
and
then
they
sat
around
us
,
and
if
ever
I
saw
frozen
murder
it
was
in
their
faces
.
They
were
big
fellows
,
as
big
as
a
man
and
a
deal
stronger
.
Curious
glassy
gray
eyes
they
have
,
under
red
tufts
,
and
they
just
sat
and
gloated
and
gloated
.
Challenger
is
no
chicken
,
but
even
he
was
cowed
.
He
managed
to
struggle
to
his
feet
,
and
yelled
out
at
them
to
have
done
with
it
and
get
it
over
.
I
think
he
had
gone
a
bit
off
his
head
at
the
suddenness
of
it
,
for
he
raged
and
cursed
at
them
like
a
lunatic
.
If
they
had
been
a
row
of
his
favorite
Pressmen
he
could
not
have
slanged
them
worse
.
"
