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The
professor
reached
out
a
thin
,
trembling
old
hand
through
the
darkness
until
it
found
his
old
friend
's
shoulder
.
"
Forgive
me
,
Skinny
,
"
he
said
,
softly
.
"
It
has
n't
been
quite
twenty
years
,
and
God
alone
knows
how
hard
I
have
tried
to
be
'
human
'
for
Jane
's
sake
,
and
yours
,
too
,
since
He
took
my
other
Jane
away
.
"
Another
old
hand
stole
up
from
Mr.
Philander
's
side
to
clasp
the
one
that
lay
upon
his
shoulder
,
and
no
other
message
could
better
have
translated
the
one
heart
to
the
other
.
They
did
not
speak
for
some
minutes
.
The
lion
below
them
paced
nervously
back
and
forth
.
The
third
figure
in
the
tree
was
hidden
by
the
dense
shadows
near
the
stem
.
He
,
too
,
was
silent
--
motionless
as
a
graven
image
.
"
You
certainly
pulled
me
up
into
this
tree
just
in
time
,
"
said
the
professor
at
last
.
"
I
want
to
thank
you
.
You
saved
my
life
.
"
"
But
I
did
n't
pull
you
up
here
,
Professor
,
"
said
Mr.
Philander
.
"
Bless
me
!
The
excitement
of
the
moment
quite
caused
me
to
forget
that
I
myself
was
drawn
up
here
by
some
outside
agency
--
there
must
be
someone
or
something
in
this
tree
with
us
.
"
"
Eh
?
"
ejaculated
Professor
Porter
.
"
Are
you
quite
positive
,
Mr.
Philander
?
"
"
Most
positive
,
Professor
,
"
replied
Mr.
Philander
,
"
and
,
"
he
added
,
"
I
think
we
should
thank
the
party
.
He
may
be
sitting
right
next
to
you
now
,
Professor
.
"
"
Eh
?
What
's
that
?
Tut
,
tut
,
Mr.
Philander
,
tut
,
tut
!
"
said
Professor
Porter
,
edging
cautiously
nearer
to
Mr.
Philander
.
