? ? ? ? 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.
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