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At
his
feet
an
opening
looked
out
upon
a
green
sward
,
and
at
a
little
distance
beyond
was
the
dense
wall
of
jungle
and
forest
.
He
was
very
lame
and
sore
and
weak
,
and
as
full
consciousness
returned
he
felt
the
sharp
torture
of
many
cruel
wounds
and
the
dull
aching
of
every
bone
and
muscle
in
his
body
as
a
result
of
the
hideous
beating
he
had
received
.
Even
the
turning
of
his
head
caused
him
such
excruciating
agony
that
he
lay
still
with
closed
eyes
for
a
long
time
.
He
tried
to
piece
out
the
details
of
his
adventure
prior
to
the
time
he
lost
consciousness
to
see
if
they
would
explain
his
present
whereabouts
--
he
wondered
if
he
were
among
friends
or
foes
.
At
length
he
recollected
the
whole
hideous
scene
at
the
stake
,
and
finally
recalled
the
strange
white
figure
in
whose
arms
he
had
sunk
into
oblivion
.
D'Arnot
wondered
what
fate
lay
in
store
for
him
now
.
He
could
neither
see
nor
hear
any
signs
of
life
about
him
.
The
incessant
hum
of
the
jungle
--
the
rustling
of
millions
of
leaves
--
the
buzz
of
insects
--
the
voices
of
the
birds
and
monkeys
seemed
blended
into
a
strangely
soothing
purr
,
as
though
he
lay
apart
,
far
from
the
myriad
life
whose
sounds
came
to
him
only
as
a
blurred
echo
.
At
length
he
fell
into
a
quiet
slumber
,
nor
did
he
awake
again
until
afternoon
.
Once
more
he
experienced
the
strange
sense
of
utter
bewilderment
that
had
marked
his
earlier
awakening
,
but
soon
he
recalled
the
recent
past
,
and
looking
through
the
opening
at
his
feet
he
saw
the
figure
of
a
man
squatting
on
his
haunches
.
The
broad
,
muscular
back
was
turned
toward
him
,
but
,
tanned
though
it
was
,
D'Arnot
saw
that
it
was
the
back
of
a
white
man
,
and
he
thanked
God
.
