? ? ? ? Slowly she forced her great bulk, inch by inch, through the opening. Now her head was through, now one great forearm and shoulder.
? ? ? ? Carefully she drew up the wounded member to insinuate?? it gently beyond the tight pressing bars.
? ? ? ? A moment more and both shoulders through, the long, sinuous body and the narrow hips would glide quickly after.
? ? ? ? It was on this sight that Jane Porter again opened her eyes.
? ? ? ? When Clayton heard the report of the firearm he fell into an agony of fear and apprehension. He knew that one of the sailors might be the author of it; but the fact that he had left the revolver with Jane, together with the overwrought condition of his nerves, made him morbidly positive that she was threatened with some great danger. Perhaps even now she was attempting to defend herself against some savage man or beast.
? ? ? ? What were the thoughts of his strange captor or guide Clayton could only vaguely conjecture; but that he had heard the shot, and was in some manner affected by it was quite evident, for he quickened his pace so appreciably that Clayton, stumbling blindly in his wake, was down a dozen times in as many minutes in a vain effort to keep pace with him, and soon was left hopelessly behind.
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