for some seconds captain redwood was powerless in a frenzy of despair. henry was equally overcome by grief truly agonising. it was to both father and son a moment of the most unutterable anguish.

helen, the dear daughter and sister, carried out of their sight, apparently beyond reach of pursuit. and in the arms of a hideous creature which was neither wholly man nor wholly beast, but combined the worst attributes of each.

perhaps she was already dead within the loathsome embrace—her tender body soon to be torn to pieces, or tossed from the top of some tall tree; to be crushed and mangled on the earth, or thrown with a plunge into the cold dark waters of that dismal lagoon, never more to be seen or heard of.

these were horrid thoughts and hideous images which rushed rapidly through their minds as they stood in the sombre shadow, picturing to themselves her too probable fate. it was no longer a question about her life.

they knew, or believed, her to be dead. they only thought of what was to become of her body; what chance there might be of recovering and giving it the sacred rights of sepulture. even this slight consolation occupied the mind of the distracted father.

the malay, well acquainted with the habits of the great man-ape, could give no answer. he only knew that the child’s body would not be eaten up by it; since the red gorilla is never known to feed upon flesh—fruit and vegetables being its only diet.

the whole thing was perplexing him, as an occurrence altogether unusual. he had known of people being killed and torn to pieces by the animal in its anger; but never of one being carried up into the trees.

usually these animals will not volunteer an attack upon man, and are only violent when assailed. then, indeed, are they terrible in their strength as in their ferocity.

the one now encountered must have been infuriated by its fight with the crocodile; and coming straight from the encounter, had in some way connected the children with its conquered enemy. murtagh’s shout might have freshly incensed it; or, what to saloo seemed more probable than all, the seizure of the child might be a wild freak suddenly striking the brain of the enraged satyr.

he had heard of such eccentricities on the part of the ourang-outang, and there is a belief among the dyak hunters that the mias sometimes goes mad, just as men do.

this reasoning did not take place on the edge of the lagoon, nor any discussion of such questions. they were thoughts that had been expressed during the pursuit, at no time hurried. the captain and his companions had easily kept pace with the pursued, while passing through the dry forest; and time enough was allowed them to think and talk of many things.

now that they could no longer follow, scarce a word was exchanged between them. their emotions were too sad for utterance, otherwise than by exclamations which spoke only of despair.

it was well they were silent, for it gave saloo the opportunity of listening. ever since the ape had passed from their sight, his ear had been keenly anxious to catch every sound, as he still entertained a hope of being able to trace its passage through the trees.

thoroughly conversant with the animal’s habits, he knew that it must have an abiding-place—a nest. this might be near at hand. the proximity of the lagoon almost convinced him that it was so.

the mias makes a temporary roost for his repose anywhere it may be wandering—constructing it in a few moments, by breaking off the branches and laying them crosswise on a forked limb; but saloo was aware that, for its permanent residence, it builds a much more elaborate nest, and this, too, always over water or marshy ground, where its human enemy cannot conveniently follow it.

moreover, it chooses for the site of its dwelling a low tree or bush with umbrageous boughs, and never retires among the taller trees of the forest.

this it does to avoid exposure to the chill winds, and the inconvenience of being shaken to and fro during storms or typhoons.

with all this knowledge in his memory, the malay had conceived a hope that the monster’s nest might not be far off, and they would still be able to follow and find it—not to rescue the living child, but recover her dead body.

keenly and attentively he listened to every sound that came back through the water-forest—cautioning the others to be silent. a caution scarce needed, for they too stood listening, still as death, with hushed voices, and hearts only heard in their dull sad beatings.

but for a short time were they thus occupied; altogether not more than five minutes. they still detected the crackling of branches which indicated the passage of the ape through the tree-tops.

all at once these sounds suddenly ceased, or rather were they drowned out by sounds louder and of a very different intonation. it was a chorus of cries, in which barking, grunting, growling, coughing, cachinnation and the squalling of children seemed all to have a share. there were evidently more than one individual contributing to this strange fracas of the forest; and the noises continued to come apparently from the same place.

“allah be thank!” exclaimed saloo, in a subdued tone. “he home at lass. him family makee welcome. maybe chile be live yet. maybe mias no killee after all. trust we in allah, what you inglees people callee god. who know he yet help us!”

these last words came like a renewal of life to the despairing father. he started on hearing them; fresh hope had sprung up in his breast, at the thought that his beloved child might yet be alive, and that a chance of rescuing her might still be possible.

“in thy mercy, o god, grant it may be so!” were the words that fell from his lips: murtagh, with equal fervour, saying “amen!”