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Challenger
's
quick
brain
had
grasped
the
situation
.
He
seized
the
bewildered
Summerlee
by
the
arm
,
and
they
both
ran
towards
us
.
Two
of
their
guards
bounded
after
them
and
fell
to
two
bullets
from
Lord
John
.
We
ran
forward
into
the
open
to
meet
our
friends
,
and
pressed
a
loaded
rifle
into
the
hands
of
each
.
But
Summerlee
was
at
the
end
of
his
strength
.
He
could
hardly
totter
.
Already
the
ape-men
were
recovering
from
their
panic
.
They
were
coming
through
the
brushwood
and
threatening
to
cut
us
off
.
Challenger
and
I
ran
Summerlee
along
,
one
at
each
of
his
elbows
,
while
Lord
John
covered
our
retreat
,
firing
again
and
again
as
savage
heads
snarled
at
us
out
of
the
bushes
.
For
a
mile
or
more
the
chattering
brutes
were
at
our
very
heels
.
Then
the
pursuit
slackened
,
for
they
learned
our
power
and
would
no
longer
face
that
unerring
rifle
.
When
we
had
at
last
reached
the
camp
,
we
looked
back
and
found
ourselves
alone
.
So
it
seemed
to
us
;
and
yet
we
were
mistaken
.
We
had
hardly
closed
the
thornbush
door
of
our
zareba
,
clasped
each
other
's
hands
,
and
thrown
ourselves
panting
upon
the
ground
beside
our
spring
,
when
we
heard
a
patter
of
feet
and
then
a
gentle
,
plaintive
crying
from
outside
our
entrance
.
Lord
Roxton
rushed
forward
,
rifle
in
hand
,
and
threw
it
open
.
There
,
prostrate
upon
their
faces
,
lay
the
little
red
figures
of
the
four
surviving
Indians
,
trembling
with
fear
of
us
and
yet
imploring
our
protection
.
With
an
expressive
sweep
of
his
hands
one
of
them
pointed
to
the
woods
around
them
,
and
indicated
that
they
were
full
of
danger
.
Then
,
darting
forward
,
he
threw
his
arms
round
Lord
John
's
legs
,
and
rested
his
face
upon
them
.
"
By
George
!
"
cried
our
peer
,
pulling
at
his
moustache
in
great
perplexity
,
"
I
say
--
what
the
deuce
are
we
to
do
with
these
people
?
Get
up
,
little
chappie
,
and
take
your
face
off
my
boots
.
"
Summerlee
was
sitting
up
and
stuffing
some
tobacco
into
his
old
briar
.
"
We
've
got
to
see
them
safe
,
"
said
he
.
"
You
've
pulled
us
all
out
of
the
jaws
of
death
.
My
word
!
it
was
a
good
bit
of
work
!
"
"
Admirable
!
"
cried
Challenger
.
"
Admirable
!
Not
only
we
as
individuals
,
but
European
science
collectively
,
owe
you
a
deep
debt
of
gratitude
for
what
you
have
done
.
I
do
not
hesitate
to
say
that
the
disappearance
of
Professor
Summerlee
and
myself
would
have
left
an
appreciable
gap
in
modern
zoological
history
.
Our
young
friend
here
and
you
have
done
most
excellently
well
.
"
He
beamed
at
us
with
the
old
paternal
smile
,
but
European
science
would
have
been
somewhat
amazed
could
they
have
seen
their
chosen
child
,
the
hope
of
the
future
,
with
his
tangled
,
unkempt
head
,
his
bare
chest
,
and
his
tattered
clothes
.
He
had
one
of
the
meat-tins
between
his
knees
,
and
sat
with
a
large
piece
of
cold
Australian
mutton
between
his
fingers
.
The
Indian
looked
up
at
him
,
and
then
,
with
a
little
yelp
,
cringed
to
the
ground
and
clung
to
Lord
John
's
leg
.
"
Do
n't
you
be
scared
,
my
bonnie
boy
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
patting
the
matted
head
in
front
of
him
.
"
He
ca
n't
stick
your
appearance
,
Challenger
;
and
,
by
George
!
I
do
n't
wonder
.
All
right
,
little
chap
,
he
's
only
a
human
,
just
the
same
as
the
rest
of
us
.
"
"
Really
,
sir
!
"
cried
the
Professor
.
