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As
I
tramped
along
,
the
rearmost
of
the
four
,
I
could
not
help
smiling
at
the
appearance
of
my
three
companions
in
front
.
Was
this
the
luxurious
Lord
John
Roxton
who
had
sat
that
evening
in
the
Albany
amidst
his
Persian
rugs
and
his
pictures
in
the
pink
radiance
of
the
tinted
lights
?
And
was
this
the
imposing
Professor
who
had
swelled
behind
the
great
desk
in
his
massive
study
at
Enmore
Park
?
And
,
finally
,
could
this
be
the
austere
and
prim
figure
which
had
risen
before
the
meeting
at
the
Zoological
Institute
?
No
three
tramps
that
one
could
have
met
in
a
Surrey
lane
could
have
looked
more
hopeless
and
bedraggled
.
We
had
,
it
is
true
,
been
only
a
week
or
so
upon
the
top
of
the
plateau
,
but
all
our
spare
clothing
was
in
our
camp
below
,
and
the
one
week
had
been
a
severe
one
upon
us
all
,
though
least
to
me
who
had
not
to
endure
the
handling
of
the
ape-men
.
My
three
friends
had
all
lost
their
hats
,
and
had
now
bound
handkerchiefs
round
their
heads
,
their
clothes
hung
in
ribbons
about
them
,
and
their
unshaven
grimy
faces
were
hardly
to
be
recognized
.
Both
Summerlee
and
Challenger
were
limping
heavily
,
while
I
still
dragged
my
feet
from
weakness
after
the
shock
of
the
morning
,
and
my
neck
was
as
stiff
as
a
board
from
the
murderous
grip
that
held
it
.
We
were
indeed
a
sorry
crew
,
and
I
did
not
wonder
to
see
our
Indian
companions
glance
back
at
us
occasionally
with
horror
and
amazement
on
their
faces
.
In
the
late
afternoon
we
reached
the
margin
of
the
lake
,
and
as
we
emerged
from
the
bush
and
saw
the
sheet
of
water
stretching
before
us
our
native
friends
set
up
a
shrill
cry
of
joy
and
pointed
eagerly
in
front
of
them
.
It
was
indeed
a
wonderful
sight
which
lay
before
us
.
Sweeping
over
the
glassy
surface
was
a
great
flotilla
of
canoes
coming
straight
for
the
shore
upon
which
we
stood
.
They
were
some
miles
out
when
we
first
saw
them
,
but
they
shot
forward
with
great
swiftness
,
and
were
soon
so
near
that
the
rowers
could
distinguish
our
persons
.
Instantly
a
thunderous
shout
of
delight
burst
from
them
,
and
we
saw
them
rise
from
their
seats
,
waving
their
paddles
and
spears
madly
in
the
air
.
Then
bending
to
their
work
once
more
,
they
flew
across
the
intervening
water
,
beached
their
boats
upon
the
sloping
sand
,
and
rushed
up
to
us
,
prostrating
themselves
with
loud
cries
of
greeting
before
the
young
chief
.
Finally
one
of
them
,
an
elderly
man
,
with
a
necklace
and
bracelet
of
great
lustrous
glass
beads
and
the
skin
of
some
beautiful
mottled
amber-colored
animal
slung
over
his
shoulders
,
ran
forward
and
embraced
most
tenderly
the
youth
whom
we
had
saved
.
He
then
looked
at
us
and
asked
some
questions
,
after
which
he
stepped
up
with
much
dignity
and
embraced
us
also
each
in
turn
.
Then
,
at
his
order
,
the
whole
tribe
lay
down
upon
the
ground
before
us
in
homage
.
Personally
I
felt
shy
and
uncomfortable
at
this
obsequious
adoration
,
and
I
read
the
same
feeling
in
the
faces
of
Roxton
and
Summerlee
,
but
Challenger
expanded
like
a
flower
in
the
sun
.
"
They
may
be
undeveloped
types
,
"
said
he
,
stroking
his
beard
and
looking
round
at
them
,
"
but
their
deportment
in
the
presence
of
their
superiors
might
be
a
lesson
to
some
of
our
more
advanced
Europeans
.
Strange
how
correct
are
the
instincts
of
the
natural
man
!
"
It
was
clear
that
the
natives
had
come
out
upon
the
war-path
,
for
every
man
carried
his
spear
--
a
long
bamboo
tipped
with
bone
--
his
bow
and
arrows
,
and
some
sort
of
club
or
stone
battle-axe
slung
at
his
side
.
Their
dark
,
angry
glances
at
the
woods
from
which
we
had
come
,
and
the
frequent
repetition
of
the
word
"
Doda
,
"
made
it
clear
enough
that
this
was
a
rescue
party
who
had
set
forth
to
save
or
revenge
the
old
chief
's
son
,
for
such
we
gathered
that
the
youth
must
be
.
A
council
was
now
held
by
the
whole
tribe
squatting
in
a
circle
,
whilst
we
sat
near
on
a
slab
of
basalt
and
watched
their
proceedings
.
Two
or
three
warriors
spoke
,
and
finally
our
young
friend
made
a
spirited
harangue
with
such
eloquent
features
and
gestures
that
we
could
understand
it
all
as
clearly
as
if
we
had
known
his
language
.
"
What
is
the
use
of
returning
?
"
he
said
.
"
Sooner
or
later
the
thing
must
be
done
.
Your
comrades
have
been
murdered
.
What
if
I
have
returned
safe
?
These
others
have
been
done
to
death
.
There
is
no
safety
for
any
of
us
.
We
are
assembled
now
and
ready
.
"
Then
he
pointed
to
us
.
"
These
strange
men
are
our
friends
.
They
are
great
fighters
,
and
they
hate
the
ape-men
even
as
we
do
.
They
command
,
"
here
he
pointed
up
to
heaven
,
"
the
thunder
and
the
lightning
.
When
shall
we
have
such
a
chance
again
?
Let
us
go
forward
,
and
either
die
now
or
live
for
the
future
in
safety
.
How
else
shall
we
go
back
unashamed
to
our
women
?
"
The
little
red
warriors
hung
upon
the
words
of
the
speaker
,
and
when
he
had
finished
they
burst
into
a
roar
of
applause
,
waving
their
rude
weapons
in
the
air
.
The
old
chief
stepped
forward
to
us
,
and
asked
us
some
questions
,
pointing
at
the
same
time
to
the
woods
.
Lord
John
made
a
sign
to
him
that
he
should
wait
for
an
answer
and
then
he
turned
to
us
.
