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"
But
the
wood
man
,
"
she
urged
.
"
Have
you
not
seen
him
?
When
we
heard
the
shots
in
the
jungle
,
very
faint
and
far
away
,
he
left
me
.
We
had
just
reached
the
clearing
,
and
he
hurried
off
in
the
direction
of
the
fighting
.
I
know
he
went
to
aid
you
.
"
Her
tone
was
almost
pleading
--
her
manner
tense
with
suppressed
emotion
.
Clayton
could
not
but
notice
it
,
and
he
wondered
,
vaguely
,
why
she
was
so
deeply
moved
--
so
anxious
to
know
the
whereabouts
of
this
strange
creature
.
Yet
a
feeling
of
apprehension
of
some
impending
sorrow
haunted
him
,
and
in
his
breast
,
unknown
to
himself
,
was
implanted
the
first
germ
of
jealousy
and
suspicion
of
the
ape-man
,
to
whom
he
owed
his
life
.
"
We
did
not
see
him
,
"
he
replied
quietly
.
"
He
did
not
join
us
.
"
And
then
after
a
moment
of
thoughtful
pause
:
"
Possibly
he
joined
his
own
tribe
--
the
men
who
attacked
us
.
"
He
did
not
know
why
he
had
said
it
,
for
he
did
not
believe
it
.
The
girl
looked
at
him
wide
eyed
for
a
moment
.
"
No
!
"
she
exclaimed
vehemently
,
much
too
vehemently
he
thought
.
"
It
could
not
be
.
They
were
savages
.
"
Clayton
looked
puzzled
.
"
He
is
a
strange
,
half-savage
creature
of
the
jungle
,
Miss
Porter
.
We
know
nothing
of
him
.
He
neither
speaks
nor
understands
any
European
tongue
--
and
his
ornaments
and
weapons
are
those
of
the
West
Coast
savages
.
"
Clayton
was
speaking
rapidly
.
