There
was none other than the little girl in this part of the village,
which had been almost deserted since The Sheik had left long months
before upon his journey toward the north.
And out in the jungle, an hour's march from the village, The Sheik
was leading his returning caravan homeward.
A year had passed since the white men had fired upon the lad and
driven him back into the jungle to take up his search for the only
remaining creatures to whom he might look for companionship--the
great apes. For months the two had wandered eastward, deeper and
deeper into the jungle. The year had done much for the boy--turning
his already mighty muscles to thews of steel, developing his
woodcraft to a point where it verged upon the uncanny, perfecting
his arboreal instincts, and training him in the use of both natural
and artificial weapons.
He had become at last a creature of marvelous physical powers
and mental cunning. He was still but a boy, yet so great was his
strength that the powerful anthropoid with which he often engaged
in mimic battle was no match for him.
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