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"
For
the
good
Lord
's
sake
,
ai
n't
I
dead
?
"
The
two
turned
to
see
Esmeralda
sitting
upright
upon
the
floor
,
her
great
eyes
rolling
from
side
to
side
as
though
she
could
not
believe
their
testimony
as
to
her
whereabouts
.
And
now
,
for
Jane
Porter
,
the
reaction
came
,
and
she
threw
herself
upon
the
bench
,
sobbing
with
hysterical
laughter
.
Several
miles
south
of
the
cabin
,
upon
a
strip
of
sandy
beach
,
stood
two
old
men
,
arguing
.
Before
them
stretched
the
broad
Atlantic
.
At
their
backs
was
the
Dark
Continent
.
Close
around
them
loomed
the
impenetrable
blackness
of
the
jungle
.
Savage
beasts
roared
and
growled
;
noises
,
hideous
and
weird
,
assailed
their
ears
.
They
had
wandered
for
miles
in
search
of
their
camp
,
but
always
in
the
wrong
direction
.
They
were
as
hopelessly
lost
as
though
they
suddenly
had
been
transported
to
another
world
.
At
such
a
time
,
indeed
,
every
fiber
of
their
combined
intellects
must
have
been
concentrated
upon
the
vital
question
of
the
minute
--
the
life-and-death
question
to
them
of
retracing
their
steps
to
camp
.
Samuel
T.
Philander
was
speaking
.
"
But
,
my
dear
professor
,
"
he
was
saying
,
"
I
still
maintain
that
but
for
the
victories
of
Ferdinand
and
Isabella
over
the
fifteenth-century
Moors
in
Spain
the
world
would
be
today
a
thousand
years
in
advance
of
where
we
now
find
ourselves
.
The
Moors
were
essentially
a
tolerant
,
broad-minded
,
liberal
race
of
agriculturists
,
artisans
and
merchants
--
the
very
type
of
people
that
has
made
possible
such
civilization
as
we
find
today
in
America
and
Europe
--
while
the
Spaniards
--
"
"
Tut
,
tut
,
dear
Mr.
Philander
,
"
interrupted
Professor
Porter
;
"
their
religion
positively
precluded
the
possibilities
you
suggest
.
