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Out of the Primitive by Robert Ames Bennet
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the safe conning of his ship through the dangerous passage. It was
otherwise with Lord James. The last two shiplengths before the turn
had opened up the view around the north corner of the headland. From
the flank of the cliff ridge a wedge of brush-dotted plain extended a
quarter-mile or so to a dense high jungle bordering a small river. The
first glance had shown his lordship that it was of no use to look
beyond the river. The coast trended away northwards in another vast
stretch of fetid swamps and slimy lagoons.

With almost feverish eagerness, he turned to scan the little plain.
First to catch his eye were a dozen or more graceful animals dashing
away from the shore in panic-stricken flight. He turned his glasses
upon them and saw that they were antelope. This was not encouraging.
That the timid animals had been feeding in the vicinity of a human
habitation a full hour after dawn was not probable. Nor did a careful
search of the plain through the glasses disclose any sign of a hut or
tent or the smoke of a camp-fire.

An order from Meggs preparatory for letting go anchor roused Lord
James from his momentary pause. He faced the skipper, who was leaning
from a window of the pilot house.

"Sound your siren, man!" he exclaimed. "There's no camp in sight. Yet
they must be within hearing."

Meggs nodded, called an order for the lowering of a boat, and drew
back into the pilot house. As he reappeared in the doorway, to step
out on the bridge, the tramp's siren shrilled a blast loud enough to
carry for miles. It echoed and re-echoed along the cliff walls, and
was flung back upon the little steamer in a deafening blare.
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