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"
You
saw
it
first
,
and
,
by
George
,
if
you
choose
to
put
'
Lake
Malone
'
on
it
,
no
one
has
a
better
right
.
"
"
By
all
means
.
Let
our
young
friend
give
it
a
name
,
"
said
Challenger
.
"
Then
,
"
said
I
,
blushing
,
I
dare
say
,
as
I
said
it
,
"
let
it
be
named
Lake
Gladys
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
think
the
Central
Lake
would
be
more
descriptive
?
"
remarked
Summerlee
.
"
I
should
prefer
Lake
Gladys
.
"
Challenger
looked
at
me
sympathetically
,
and
shook
his
great
head
in
mock
disapproval
.
"
Boys
will
be
boys
,
"
said
he
.
"
Lake
Gladys
let
it
be
.
"
I
have
said
--
or
perhaps
I
have
not
said
,
for
my
memory
plays
me
sad
tricks
these
days
--
that
I
glowed
with
pride
when
three
such
men
as
my
comrades
thanked
me
for
having
saved
,
or
at
least
greatly
helped
,
the
situation
.
As
the
youngster
of
the
party
,
not
merely
in
years
,
but
in
experience
,
character
,
knowledge
,
and
all
that
goes
to
make
a
man
,
I
had
been
overshadowed
from
the
first
.
And
now
I
was
coming
into
my
own
.
I
warmed
at
the
thought
.
Alas
!
for
the
pride
which
goes
before
a
fall
!
That
little
glow
of
self-satisfaction
,
that
added
measure
of
self-confidence
,
were
to
lead
me
on
that
very
night
to
the
most
dreadful
experience
of
my
life
,
ending
with
a
shock
which
turns
my
heart
sick
when
I
think
of
it
.
It
came
about
in
this
way
.
I
had
been
unduly
excited
by
the
adventure
of
the
tree
,
and
sleep
seemed
to
be
impossible
.
Summerlee
was
on
guard
,
sitting
hunched
over
our
small
fire
,
a
quaint
,
angular
figure
,
his
rifle
across
his
knees
and
his
pointed
,
goat-like
beard
wagging
with
each
weary
nod
of
his
head
.
Lord
John
lay
silent
,
wrapped
in
the
South
American
poncho
which
he
wore
,
while
Challenger
snored
with
a
roll
and
rattle
which
reverberated
through
the
woods
.
The
full
moon
was
shining
brightly
,
and
the
air
was
crisply
cold
.
What
a
night
for
a
walk
!
And
then
suddenly
came
the
thought
,
"
Why
not
?
"
Suppose
I
stole
softly
away
,
suppose
I
made
my
way
down
to
the
central
lake
,
suppose
I
was
back
at
breakfast
with
some
record
of
the
place
--
would
I
not
in
that
case
be
thought
an
even
more
worthy
associate
?
Then
,
if
Summerlee
carried
the
day
and
some
means
of
escape
were
found
,
we
should
return
to
London
with
first-hand
knowledge
of
the
central
mystery
of
the
plateau
,
to
which
I
alone
,
of
all
men
,
would
have
penetrated
.
I
thought
of
Gladys
,
with
her
"
There
are
heroisms
all
round
us
.
"
I
seemed
to
hear
her
voice
as
she
said
it
.
I
thought
also
of
McArdle
.
What
a
three
column
article
for
the
paper
!
What
a
foundation
for
a
career
!
A
correspondentship
in
the
next
great
war
might
be
within
my
reach
.
I
clutched
at
a
gun
--
my
pockets
were
full
of
cartridges
--
and
,
parting
the
thorn
bushes
at
the
gate
of
our
zareba
,
quickly
slipped
out
.
My
last
glance
showed
me
the
unconscious
Summerlee
,
most
futile
of
sentinels
,
still
nodding
away
like
a
queer
mechanical
toy
in
front
of
the
smouldering
fire
.
I
had
not
gone
a
hundred
yards
before
I
deeply
repented
my
rashness
.
I
may
have
said
somewhere
in
this
chronicle
that
I
am
too
imaginative
to
be
a
really
courageous
man
,
but
that
I
have
an
overpowering
fear
of
seeming
afraid
.
This
was
the
power
which
now
carried
me
onwards
.
I
simply
could
not
slink
back
with
nothing
done
.
