There is
only one way to keep him in safety, and that is to chain him
to a tree. The poor dear is SO impractical."
"I have it!" suddenly exclaimed Clayton. "You can use a
revolver, can't you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I have one. With it you and Esmeralda will be comparatively
safe in this cabin while I am searching for your father
and Mr. Philander. Come, call the woman and I will hurry
on. They can't have gone far."
Jane did as he suggested and when he saw the door close
safely behind them Clayton turned toward the jungle.
Some of the sailors were drawing the spear from their
wounded comrade and, as Clayton approached, he asked if
he could borrow a revolver from one of them while he
searched the jungle for the professor.
The rat-faced one, finding he was not dead, had regained
his composure, and with a volley of oaths directed at Clayton
refused in the name of his fellows to allow the young man
any firearms.
This man, Snipes, had assumed the role of chief since he
had killed their former leader, and so little time had elapsed
that none of his companions had as yet questioned his authority.
Clayton's only response was a shrug of the shoulders, but
as he left them he picked up the spear which had transfixed
Snipes, and thus primitively armed, the son of the then Lord
Greystoke strode into the dense jungle.
Every few moments he called aloud the names of the wanderers.
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