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           "Where’sMissPorter?Whathappened?"questionedClayton.

           "Ain’tMissJanehere?"criedEsmeralda,sittingupwithwonderfulcelerityforoneofherbulk."Oh,Lord,nowIremember!Itmusthavetookheraway,"andtheNegresscommencedtosob,andwailherlamentations.

           "Whattookheraway?"criedProfessorPorter.

           "Agreatbiggiantallcoveredwithhair."

           "Agorilla,Esmeralda?"questionedMr.Philander,andthethreemenscarcelybreathedashevoicedthehorriblethought.

           "Ithoughtitwasthedevil;butIguessitmusthavebeenoneofthemgorilephants.Oh,mypoorbaby,mypoorlittlehoney,"andagainEsmeraldabrokeintouncontrollablesobbing.

           Claytonimmediatelybegantolookaboutfortracks,buthecouldfindnothingsaveaconfusionoftrampledgrassesintheclosevicinity,andhiswoodcraftwastoomeagerforthetranslationofwhathedidsee.

           Allthebalanceofthedaytheysoughtthroughthejungle;butasnightdrewontheywereforcedtogiveupindespairandhopelessness,fortheydidnotevenknowinwhatdirectionthethinghadborneJane.

           Itwaslongafterdarkeretheyreachedthecabin,andasadandgrief-strickenpartyitwasthatsatsilentlywithinthelittlestructure.

           ProfessorPorterfinallybrokethesilence.