? ? ? ? Suddenly she heard her name being called aloud through the forest:
? ? ? ? "Jane! Jane Porter!" It rang strong and clear, but in a strange voice.
? ? ? ? "Here!" she called in reply. "Here! In the roadway!"
? ? ? ? Then through the branches of the trees she saw a figure swinging with the speed of a squirrel.
? ? ? ? A veering of the wind blew a cloud of smoke about them and she could no longer see the man who was speeding toward her, but suddenly she felt a great arm about her. Then she was lifted up, and she felt the rushing of the wind and the occasional brush of a branch as she was borne along.
? ? ? ? She opened her eyes.
? ? ? ? Far below her lay the undergrowth and the hard earth.
? ? ? ? About her was the waving foliage of the forest.
? ? ? ? From tree to tree swung the giant figure which bore her, and it seemed to Jane that she was living over in a dream the experience that had been hers in that far African jungle.
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