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As
Clayton
turned
his
eyes
in
the
direction
she
indicated
,
he
saw
silhouetted
dimly
against
the
shadows
beyond
,
a
great
figure
standing
upright
upon
the
ridge
.
For
a
moment
it
stood
as
though
listening
and
then
turned
slowly
,
and
melted
into
the
shadows
of
the
jungle
.
"
What
is
it
,
John
?
"
"
I
do
not
know
,
Alice
,
"
he
answered
gravely
,
"
it
is
too
dark
to
see
so
far
,
and
it
may
have
been
but
a
shadow
cast
by
the
rising
moon
.
"
"
No
,
John
,
if
it
was
not
a
man
it
was
some
huge
and
grotesque
mockery
of
man
.
Oh
,
I
am
afraid
.
"
He
gathered
her
in
his
arms
,
whispering
words
of
courage
and
love
into
her
ears
.
Soon
after
,
he
lowered
the
curtain
walls
,
tying
them
securely
to
the
trees
so
that
,
except
for
a
little
opening
toward
the
beach
,
they
were
entirely
enclosed
.
As
it
was
now
pitch
dark
within
their
tiny
aerie
they
lay
down
upon
their
blankets
to
try
to
gain
,
through
sleep
,
a
brief
respite
of
forgetfulness
.
Clayton
lay
facing
the
opening
at
the
front
,
a
rifle
and
a
brace
of
revolvers
at
his
hand
.
Scarcely
had
they
closed
their
eyes
than
the
terrifying
cry
of
a
panther
rang
out
from
the
jungle
behind
them
.
Closer
and
closer
it
came
until
they
could
hear
the
great
beast
directly
beneath
them
