nd, which was not easy to think. The side of the canyon was steep. There was no path. There was no growth to which weight could hang. She could not climb like an ape. Yet she did what she must, as we mostly do.... Once she scratched her leg on a stone. A long scratch on the outer side of the left calf. A mere breaking of skin. But it bled. She had a panic thought that her captor might be roused by the sight of blood to a new thirst. She went the faster for that. She tried to move so that it should not be seen.... She tried to wipe the blood off with a furtive hand.... Then they came to a gentler slope, and to a place of trees that rose from a sandy soil.
Here her captor stopped, with a barking cry, which was yet rather a voice than a bark. It was answered by varied sounds of the same kind. That it was language was easy to perceive, though it might be of a poor sort.... Now she was surrounded by apes in the gathering dusk.... It was almost dark under the trees, though they were not of a dense shade, bei