Clayton started back in surprise.

"By Jove!" he exclaimed. "It is true."

And Professor Porter and Mr. Philander
pressed forward to add their thanks to Clayton's,
and to voice their surprise and pleasure at seeing
their jungle friend so far from his savage home.

The party now entered the modest little hos-
telry, where Clayton soon made arrangements
for their entertainment.

They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor
when the distant chugging of an approaching au-
tomobile caught their attention.

Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the win-
dow, looked out as the machine drew in sight,
finally stopping beside the other cars.

"Bless me!" said Mr. Philander, a shade of
annoyance in his tone. "It is Mr. Canler. I had
hoped, er--I had thought or--er--how very
happy we should be that he was not caught in
the fire," he ended lamely.

"Tut--tut! Mr. Philander," said Professor
Porter. "Tut--tut! I have often admonished
my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I
you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a
thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence."

"Bless me, yes!" acquiesced Mr. Philander.
"But who is the clerical appearing gentleman
with him?"

Jane Porter blanched.

Clayton moved uneasily in his chair.

Professor Porter removed his spectacles nerv-

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