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"
I
think
you
have
had
the
escape
of
your
life
,
young
fellah
my
lad
.
It
was
catchin
'
those
Indians
that
put
you
clean
out
of
their
heads
,
else
they
would
have
been
back
to
the
camp
for
you
as
sure
as
fate
and
gathered
you
in
.
Of
course
,
as
you
said
,
they
have
been
watchin
'
us
from
the
beginnin
'
out
of
that
tree
,
and
they
knew
perfectly
well
that
we
were
one
short
.
However
,
they
could
think
only
of
this
new
haul
;
so
it
was
I
,
and
not
a
bunch
of
apes
,
that
dropped
in
on
you
in
the
morning
.
Well
,
we
had
a
horrid
business
afterwards
.
My
God
!
what
a
nightmare
the
whole
thing
is
!
You
remember
the
great
bristle
of
sharp
canes
down
below
where
we
found
the
skeleton
of
the
American
?
Well
,
that
is
just
under
ape-town
,
and
that
's
the
jumpin
'
-
off
place
of
their
prisoners
.
I
expect
there
's
heaps
of
skeletons
there
,
if
we
looked
for
'em
.
They
have
a
sort
of
clear
parade-ground
on
the
top
,
and
they
make
a
proper
ceremony
about
it
.
One
by
one
the
poor
devils
have
to
jump
,
and
the
game
is
to
see
whether
they
are
merely
dashed
to
pieces
or
whether
they
get
skewered
on
the
canes
.
They
took
us
out
to
see
it
,
and
the
whole
tribe
lined
up
on
the
edge
.
Four
of
the
Indians
jumped
,
and
the
canes
went
through
'em
like
knittin
'
needles
through
a
pat
of
butter
.
No
wonder
we
found
that
poor
Yankee
's
skeleton
with
the
canes
growin
'
between
his
ribs
.
It
was
horrible
--
but
it
was
doocedly
interestin
'
too
.
We
were
all
fascinated
to
see
them
take
the
dive
,
even
when
we
thought
it
would
be
our
turn
next
on
the
spring-board
.
"
Well
,
it
was
n't
.
They
kept
six
of
the
Indians
up
for
today
--
that
's
how
I
understood
it
--
but
I
fancy
we
were
to
be
the
star
performers
in
the
show
.
Challenger
might
get
off
,
but
Summerlee
and
I
were
in
the
bill
.
Their
language
is
more
than
half
signs
,
and
it
was
not
hard
to
follow
them
.
So
I
thought
it
was
time
we
made
a
break
for
it
.
I
had
been
plottin
'
it
out
a
bit
,
and
had
one
or
two
things
clear
in
my
mind
.
It
was
all
on
me
,
for
Summerlee
was
useless
and
Challenger
not
much
better
.
The
only
time
they
got
together
they
got
slangin
'
because
they
could
n't
agree
upon
the
scientific
classification
of
these
red-headed
devils
that
had
got
hold
of
us
.
One
said
it
was
the
dryopithecus
of
Java
,
the
other
said
it
was
pithecanthropus
.
Madness
,
I
call
it
--
Loonies
,
both
.
But
,
as
I
say
,
I
had
thought
out
one
or
two
points
that
were
helpful
.
One
was
that
these
brutes
could
not
run
as
fast
as
a
man
in
the
open
.
They
have
short
,
bandy
legs
,
you
see
,
and
heavy
bodies
.
Even
Challenger
could
give
a
few
yards
in
a
hundred
to
the
best
of
them
,
and
you
or
I
would
be
a
perfect
Shrubb
.
Another
point
was
that
they
knew
nothin
'
about
guns
.
I
do
n't
believe
they
ever
understood
how
the
fellow
I
shot
came
by
his
hurt
.
If
we
could
get
at
our
guns
there
was
no
sayin
'
what
we
could
do
.
"
So
I
broke
away
early
this
mornin
'
,
gave
my
guard
a
kick
in
the
tummy
that
laid
him
out
,
and
sprinted
for
the
camp
.
There
I
got
you
and
the
guns
,
and
here
we
are
.
"
"
But
the
professors
!
"
I
cried
,
in
consternation
.
"
Well
,
we
must
just
go
back
and
fetch
'em
.
I
could
n't
bring
'em
with
me
.
Challenger
was
up
the
tree
,
and
Summerlee
was
not
fit
for
the
effort
.
The
only
chance
was
to
get
the
guns
and
try
a
rescue
.
Of
course
they
may
scupper
them
at
once
in
revenge
.
I
do
n't
think
they
would
touch
Challenger
,
but
I
would
n't
answer
for
Summerlee
.
But
they
would
have
had
him
in
any
case
.
Of
that
I
am
certain
.
So
I
have
n't
made
matters
any
worse
by
boltin
'
.
But
we
are
honor
bound
to
go
back
and
have
them
out
or
see
it
through
with
them
.
So
you
can
make
up
your
soul
,
young
fellah
my
lad
,
for
it
will
be
one
way
or
the
other
before
evenin
'
.
"
I
have
tried
to
imitate
here
Lord
Roxton
's
jerky
talk
,
his
short
,
strong
sentences
,
the
half-humorous
,
half-reckless
tone
that
ran
through
it
all
.
But
he
was
a
born
leader
.
As
danger
thickened
his
jaunty
manner
would
increase
,
his
speech
become
more
racy
,
his
cold
eyes
glitter
into
ardent
life
,
and
his
Don
Quixote
moustache
bristle
with
joyous
excitement
.
His
love
of
danger
,
his
intense
appreciation
of
the
drama
of
an
adventure
--
all
the
more
intense
for
being
held
tightly
in-his
consistent
view
that
every
peril
in
life
is
a
form
of
sport
,
a
fierce
game
betwixt
you
and
Fate
,
with
Death
as
a
forfeit
,
made
him
a
wonderful
companion
at
such
hours
.
If
it
were
not
for
our
fears
as
to
the
fate
of
our
companions
,
it
would
have
been
a
positive
joy
to
throw
myself
with
such
a
man
into
such
an
affair
.
We
were
rising
from
our
brushwood
hiding-place
when
suddenly
I
felt
his
grip
upon
my
arm
.
"
By
George
!
"
he
whispered
,
"
here
they
come
!
"
