\"Iamverythirsty，\"saidBastinpresently。\"Thosesmellsseemtohavedriedmeup。Iamgoingtogetsometea——Imeanwater，asunfortunatelythereisnotea，\"andhesetofftowardsthemouthofthecave。
Wefollowedhim，Idon’tquiteknowwhy，exceptthatwewishedtobreathefreelyoutside，alsoweknewthatthesepulchreanditscontentswouldbeassafeastheyhadbeenfor——well，howlong？
Itprovedtobeabeautifulmorningoutside。Wewalkedupanddownenjoyingitsub—consciously，forreallyour——thatisBickley’sandmyown——intelligenceswereconcentratedonthatsepulchreanditscontents。WhereBastin’smayhavebeenIdonotknow，perhapsinavisionaryteapot，sinceIwassurethatitwouldtakehimadayortwotoappreciatethesignificanceofourdiscoveries。Atanyrate，hewanderedoff，makingnoremarksaboutthem，todrinkwater，Isuppose。
Presentlyhebegantoshouttousfromtheendofthetable—rockandwewenttoseethereasonofhisnoise。Itprovedtobeverysatisfactory，forwhilewewereinthecavetheOrofenanshadbroughtabsolutelyeverythingbelongingtous，togetherwithalargesupplyoffoodfromthemainisland。Notasinglearticlewasmissing；evenourbooks，acanwiththebottomout，andthebrokenpiecesofalittlepocketmirrorhadbeenreligiouslytransported，andwiththeseafewarticlesthathadbeenstolenfromus，notablymypocket—knife。Evidentlyagreattaboohadbeenlaiduponallourpossessions。TheywerenowcarefullyarrangedinoneofthegroovesoftherockthatBickleysupposedhadbeenmadebythewheelsofaeroplanes，whichwaswhywehadnotseenthematonce。
Eachofusrushedforwhatwedesiredmost——Bastinforoneofthecanistersoftea，Iformydiaries，andBickleyforhischestofinstrumentsandmedicines。Thesewereremovedtothemouthofthecave，andafterthemtheotherthingsandthefood；alsoabelltentandsomecampfurniturethatwehadbroughtfromtheship。ThenBastinmadesometeaofwhichhedrankfourlargepannikins，havingfirstsaidgraceoveritwithunwontedfervour。
Nordidwedisdainourshareofthebeverage，althoughBickleypreferredcocoaandIcoffee。Cocoaandcoffeewehadnotimetomakethen，andinviewofthatsepulchreinthecave，whathadwetodowithcocoaandcoffee？
SoBickleyandIsaidtoeachother，andyetpresentlyhechangedhismindandinaspecialmetalmachinecarefullymadesomeextremelystrongblackcoffeewhichhepouredintoathermosflask，previouslywarmedwithhotwater，addingtheretoaboutaclaretglassofbrandy。Alsoheextractedcertaindrugsfromhismedicine—chest，andwiththem，asInoted，ahypodermicsyringe，whichhefirstboiledinakettleandthenshutupinalittletubewithaglassstopper。
Thesepreparationsfinished，hecalledtoTommytogivehimthescrapsofourmeal。ButtherewasnoTommy。Thedogwasmissing，andthoughwehuntedeverywherewecouldnotfindhim。Finallyweconcludedthathehadwanderedoffdownthebeachonbusinessofhisownandwouldreturninduecourse。WecouldnotbotheraboutTommyjustthen。
Aftermakingsomefurtherpreparationsandfidgetingaboutalittle，Bickleyannouncedthataswehadnowsomeproperparaffinlampsofthepowerfulsortwhichareknownas\"hurricane，\"heproposedbytheiraidtocarryoutfurtherexaminationsinthecave。
\"IthinkIshallstopwhereIam，\"saidBastin，helpinghimselffromthekettletoafifthpannikinoftea。\"Thosecorpsesareveryinteresting，butIdon’tseeanyuseinstaringatthemagainatpresent。Onecanalwaysdothatatanytime。IhavemissedMaramaoncealreadybybeingawayinthatcave，andIhavealottosaytohimaboutmypeople；Idon’twanttobeabsentincaseheshouldreturn。\"
\"Towashupthethings，Isuppose，\"saidBickleywithasniff；
\"orperhapstoeatthetea—leaves。\"
\"Well，asamatteroffact，Ihavenoticedthatthesenativeshaveapeculiartastefortea—leaves。Ithinktheybelievethemtobeamedicine，butIdon’tsupposetheywouldcomesofarforthem，thoughperhapstheymightinthehopeofgettingtheheadofOro。Anyhow，Iamgoingtostophere。\"
\"Praydo，\"saidBickley。\"Areyouready，Humphrey？\"
Inodded，andhehandedtomeafelt—coveredflaskofthenon—
conductingkind，filledwithboilingwater，atinofpreservedmilk，andalittlebottleofmeatextractofamostconcentratedsort。Then，havinglittwoofthehurricanelampsandseenthattheywerefullofoil，westartedbackupthecave。
ChapterXI
ResurrectionWereachedthesepulchrewithoutstoppingtolookattheparkedmachinesoreventhemarvelousstatuethatstoodaboveit，forwhatdidwecareaboutmachinesorstatuesnow？Asweapproachedwewereastonishedtohearlowandcavernousgrowlings。
\"Thereissomewildbeastinthere，\"saidBickley，halting。
\"No，byGeorge！it’sTommy。Whatcanthedogbeafter？\"
Wepeepedin，andtheresureenoughwasTommylyingonthetopoftheGlitteringLady’scoffinandgrowlinghisverybestwiththehairstandingupuponhisback。Whenhesawwhoitwas，however，hejumpedoffandfriskedround，lickingmyhand。
\"That’sverystrange，\"Iexclaimed。
\"Notstrangerthaneverythingelse，\"saidBickley。
\"Whatareyougoingtodo？\"Iasked。
\"Openthesecoffins，\"heanswered，\"beginningwiththatoftheoldgod，sinceIwouldratherexperimentonhim。Iexpecthewillcrumbleintodust。Butifbychancehedoesn’tI’lljamalittlestrychnine，mixedwithsomeotherdrugs，ofwhichyoudon’tknowthenames，intooneofhisveinsandseeifanythinghappens。Ifitdoesn’t，itwon’thurthim，andifitdoes——well，whoknows？
Nowgivemeahand。\"
Wewenttotheleft—handcoffinandbyinsertingthehookonthebackofmyknife，ofwhichtherealuseistopickstonesoutofhorses’hoofs，intooneofthelittleair—holesIhavedescribed，managedtoraisetheheavycrystallidsufficientlytoenableustoforceapieceofwoodbetweenitandthetop。Therestwaseasy，forthehingesbeingofcrystalhadnotcorroded。
Intwominutesitwasopen。
Fromthechestcameanoverpoweringspicyodour，andwithitaveritablebreathofwarmairbeforewhichwerecoiledalittle。
Bickleytookapocketthermometerwhichhehadathandandglancedatit。Itmarkedatemperatureof82degreesinthesepulchre。Havingnotedthis，hethrustitintothecoffinbetweenthecrystalwallanditsoccupant。Thenwewentoutandwaitedalittlewhiletogivetheodourstimetodissipate，fortheymadetheheadreel。
Afterfiveminutesorsowereturnedandexaminedthethermometer。Ithadrisento98degrees，thenaturaltemperatureofthehumanbody。
\"Whatdoyoumakeofthatifthemanisdead？\"hewhispered。
Ishookmyhead，andaswehadagreed，settohelpinghimtoliftthebodyfromthecoffin。Itwasagoodweight，quiteelevenstoneIshouldsay；moreover，itwasnotstill，forthehipjointsbent。Wegotitoutandlaiditonablanketwehadspreadonthefloorofthesepulchre。WhilstIwasthusengagedIsawsomethingthatnearlycausedmetoloosemyholdfromastonishment。Beneaththehead，thecentreofthebackandthefeetwerecrystalboxesabouteightinchessquare，orrathercrystalblocks，forinthemIcouldseenoopening，andtheseboxesemittedafaintphosphorescentlight。Itouchedoneofthemandfoundthatitwasquitewarm。
\"Greatheavens！\"Iexclaimed，\"here’smagic。\"
\"There’snosuchthing，\"answeredBickleyinhisusualformula。
Thenanexplanationseemedtostrikehimandheadded，\"Notmagicbutradiumorsomethingofthesort。That’showthetemperaturewaskeptup。Insufficientquantityitispracticallyindestructible，yousee。Myword！thisoldgentlemanknewathingortwo。\"
Againwewaitedalittlewhiletoseeifthebodybeguntocrumbleonexposuretotheair，Itakingtheopportunitytomakearoughsketchofitinmypocket—bookinanticipationofthatevent。Butitdidnot；itremainedquitesound。
\"Heregoes，\"saidBickley。\"Ifheshouldbealive，hewillcatchcoldinhislungsafterlyingforagesinthatbabyincubator，asIsupposehehasdone。Soitisnowornever。\"
Thenbiddingmeholdtheman’srightarm，hetookthesterilizedsyringewhichhehadprepared，andthrustingtheneedleintoaveinheselectedjustabovethewrist，injectedthecontents。
\"Itwouldhavebeenbetterovertheheart，\"hewhispered，\"butIthoughtIwouldtrythearmfirst。Idon’tlikeriskingchillsbyuncoveringhim。\"
Imadenoanswerandagainwewaitedandwatched。
\"Greatheavens，he’sstirring！\"Igaspedpresently。
Stirringhewas，forhisfingersbegantomove。
Bickleybentdownandplacedhiseartotheheart——Iforgottosaythathehadtestedthisbeforewithastethoscope，buthadbeenunabletodetectanymovement。
\"Ibelieveitisbeginningtobeat，\"hesaidinanawedvoice。
Thenheappliedthestethoscope，andadded，\"Itis，itis！\"
Nexthetookafilamentofcottonwoolandlaiditontheman’slips。Presentlyitmoved；hewasbreathing，thoughveryfaintly。
Bickleytookmorecottonwoolandhavingpouredsomethingfromhismedicine—chestontoit，placeditoverthemouthbeneaththeman’snostrils——Ibelieveitwassalvolatile。
Nothingfurtherhappenedforalittlewhile，andtorelievethestrainonmymindIstaredabsentlyintotheemptycoffin。HereI
sawwhathadescapedournotice，twosmallplatesofwhitemetalandcutuponthemwhatItooktobestarmaps。BeyondtheseandtheglowingboxeswhichIhavementioned，therewasnothingelseinthecoffin。Ihadnotimetoexaminethem，foratthatmomenttheoldmanopenedhismouthandbegantobreathe，evidentlywithsomediscomfortandeffort，ashisemptylungsfilledthemselveswithair。Thenhiseyelidslifted，revealingawonderfulpairofdarkglowingeyesbeneath。Nexthetriedtositupbutwouldhavefallen，hadnotBickleysupportedhimwithhisarm。
IdonotthinkhesawBickley，indeedheshuthiseyesagainasthoughthelighthurtthem，andwentintoakindoffaint。ThenitwasthatTommy，whoallthiswhilehadbeenwatchingtheproceedingswithgraveinterest，cameforward，wagginghistail，andlickedtheman’sface。Atthetouchofthedog’sredtongue，heopenedhiseyesforthesecondtime。Nowhesaw——notusbutTommy，foraftercontemplatinghimforafewseconds，somethinglikeasmileappeareduponhisfiercebutnobleface。More，heliftedhishandandlaiditonthedog’shead，asthoughtopatitkindly。Halfaminuteorsolaterhisawakeningsensesappreciatedourpresence。Theincipientsmilevanishedandwasreplacedbyasomewhatterriblefrown。
MeanwhileBickleyhadpouredoutsomeofthehotcoffeelacedwithbrandyintothecupthatwasscrewedonthetopofthethermosflask。AdvancingtothemanwhomIsupported，heputittohislips。Hetastedandmadeawryface，butpresentlyhebegantosip，andultimatelyswalloweditall。Theeffectofthestimulantwaswonderful，forinafewminuteshecametolifecompletelyandwasevenabletositupwithoutsupport。
Forquitealongwhilehegazedatusgravely，talkingusinandeverythingconnectedwithus。Forinstance，Bickley’smedicine—
casewhichlayopenshowingthelittlevulcanitetubes，afewinstrumentsandotheroutfit，engagedhisparticularattention，andIsawatoncethatheunderstoodwhatitwas。Thushisarmstillsmartedwheretheneedlehadbeendriveninandontheblanketlaythesyringe。Helookedathisarm，thenlookedatthesyringe，andnodded。Theparaffinhurricanelampsalsoseemedtointerestandwinhisapproval。Wetwomen，asIthought，attractedhimleastofall；hejustsummedusupandourgarments，moreespeciallythegarments，withafewshrewdglances，andthenseemedtoturnhisthoughtstoTommy，whohadseatedhimselfquitecontentedlyathisside，evidentlyacceptinghimasanewadditiontoourparty。
IconfessthatthisbehaviouronTommy’spartreassuredmenotalittle。Iamagreatbelieverintheinstinctsofanimals，especiallyofdogs，andIfeltcertainthatifthismanhadnotbeeninallessentialshumanlikeourselves，Tommywouldnothavetoleratedhim。Inthesamewaythesleeper’sclearlikingforTommy，atwhomhelookedmuchoftenerandwithgreaterkindnessthanhedidatus，suggestedthattherewasgoodnessinhimsomewhere，sincealthoughadoginitswonderfultolerancemayloveabadpersoninwhomitsmellsouthiddenvirtue，noreallybadpersoneverlovedadog，or，Imayadd，achildoraflower。
Asamatteroffact，the\"oldgod，\"aswehadchristenedhimwhilehewasinhiscoffin，duringallourassociationwithhim，caredinfinitelymoreforTommythanhedidforanyofus，acircumstancethatultimatelywasnotwithoutitsinfluenceuponourfortunes。Butforthistherewasareasonaswelearnedafterwards，alsohewasnotreallysoamiableasIhoped。
Whenwehadlookedateachotherforalongwhilethesleeperbegantoarrangehisbeard，ofwhichthelengthseemedtosurprisehim，especiallyasTommywasseatedononeendofit。
FindingthisoutandapparentlynotwishingtodisturbTommy，hegaveuptheoccupation，andafteroneortwoattempts，forhistongueandlipsstillseemedtobestiff，addressedusinsomesonorousandmusicallanguage，unlikeanythatwehadeverheard。
Weshookourheads。ThenbyanafterthoughtIsaid\"Goodday\"tohiminthelanguageoftheOrofenans。Hepuzzledoverthewordasthoughitweremoreorlessfamiliartohim，andwhenIrepeatedit，gaveitbacktomewithadifferenceindeed，butinawaywhichconvincedusthathequiteunderstoodwhatImeant。Theconversationwentnofurtheratthemomentbecausejustthensomememoryseemedtostrikehim。
HewassittingwithhisbackagainstthecoffinoftheGlitteringLady，whomthereforehehadnotseen。Nowhebegantoturnround，andbeingtooweaktodoso，motionedmetohelphim。
Iobeyed，whileBickley，guessinghispurpose，helduponeofthehurricanelampsthathemightseebetter。Withakindoffierceeagernesshesurveyedherwholaywithinthecoffin，andafterhehaddoneso，utteredasighasofintenserelief。
Nexthepointedtothemetalcupoutofwhichhehaddrunk。
Bickleyfilleditagainfromthethermosflask，whichIobservedexcitedhiskeeninterest，for，havingtouchedtheflaskwithhishandandfoundthatitwascool，heappearedtomarvelthatthefluidcomingfromitshouldbehotandsteaming。Presentlyhesmiledasthoughhehadgotthecluetothemystery，andswallowedhisseconddrinkofcoffeeandspirit。Thisdone，hemotionedtoustoliftthelidofthelady’scoffin，pointingoutacertaincatchintheboltswhichatfirstwecouldnotmaster，foritwillberememberedthatonthiscoffinthesewereshot。
Intheend，bypursuingthesamemethodsthatwehadusedintheinstanceofhisown，weraisedthecoffinlidandoncemoreweredriventoretreatfromthesepulchreforawhilebytheoverpoweringodourliketothatofawholegreenhousefulloftuberoses，thatflowedoutofit，inducingakindofstupefactionfromwhichevenTommyfled。
Whenwereturneditwastofindthemankneelingbythesideofthecoffin，forasyethecouldnotstand，withhisglowingeyesfixeduponthefaceofherwhosleptthereinandwavinghislongarmsaboveher。
\"Hypnoticbusiness！Wonderifitwillwork，\"whisperedBickley。
Thenheliftedthesyringeandlookedinquiringlyattheman，whoshookhishead，andwentonwithhismesmericpasses。
Icreptroundhimandtookmystandbythesleeper’shead，thatImightwatchherface，whichwaswellworthwatching，whileBickley，withhismedicineathand，remainednearherfeet，I
thinkengagedindisinfectingthesyringeinsomespiritoracid。
Ibelievehewasabouttomakeanattempttouseitwhensuddenly，asthoughbeneaththeinfluenceofthehypnoticpasses，achangeappearedontheGlitteringLady’sface。Hitherto，beautifulasitwas，ithadbeenadeadfacethoughoneofapersonwhohadsuddenlybeencutoffwhileinfullhealthandvigourafewhours，oratthemostadayorsobefore。Nowitbegantoliveagain；itwasasthoughthespiritwerereturningfromafar，andnotwithouttoilandtribulation。
Expressionafterexpressionflittedacrossthefeatures；indeedtheseseemedtochangesomuchfrommomenttomomentthattheymighthavebelongedtoseveraldifferentindividuals，thougheachwasbeautiful。ThefactoftheseremarkablechangeswiththesuggestionofmultiformpersonalitieswhichtheyconveyedimpressedbothBickleyandmyselfverymuchindeed。Thenthebreastheavedtumultuously；itevenappearedtostruggle。Nexttheeyesopened。Theywerefullofwonder，evenoffear，butoh！
whatmarvelouseyes。Idonotknowhowtodescribethem，I
cannotevenstatetheirexactcolour，exceptthatitwasdark，somethingliketheblueofsapphiresofthedeepesttint，andyetnotblack；large，too，andsoftasadeer’s。Theyshutagainasthoughthelighthurtthem，thenoncemoreopenedandwanderedabout，apparentlywithoutseeing。
Atlengththeyfoundmyface，forIwasstillbendingoverher，and，restingthere，appearedtotakeitinbydegrees。More，itseemedtotouchandstirsomehumanspringinthestill—sleepingheart。Atleastthefearpassedfromherfeaturesandwasreplacedbyafaintsmile，suchasapatientsometimesgivestooneknownandwellloved，astheeffectsofchloroformpassaway。
Forawhileshelookedatmewithanearnest，searchinggaze，thensuddenly，forthefirsttimemovingherarms，liftedthemandthrewthemroundmyneck。
Theoldmanstared，bendinghisimperialbrowsintoalittlefrown，butdidnothing。Bickleystaredalsothroughhisglassesandsniffedasthoughindisapproval，whileIremainedquitestill，fightingwithawildimpulsetokissheronthelipsasonewouldanawakeningandbelovedchild。IdoubtifIcouldhavedoneso，however，forreallyIwasimmovable；myheartseemedtostopandallmymusclestobeparalysed。
Idonotknowforhowlongthisendured，butIdoknowhowitended。PresentlyintheintensesilenceIheardBastin’sheavyvoiceandlookinground，sawhisbigheadprojectingintothesepulchre。
\"Well，Inever！\"hesaid，\"youseemtohavewokethemupwithavengeance。Ifyoubeginlikethatwiththelady，therewillbecomplicationsbeforeyouhavedone，Arbuthnot。\"
Talkofbeingbroughtbacktoearthwitharush！IcouldhavekilledBastin，andBickley，turningonhimlikeatiger，toldhimtobeoff，findwoodandlightalargefireinfrontofthestatue。IthinkhewasabouttoarguewhentheAncientgavehimaglanceofhisfierceeyes，whichalarmedhim，andhedeparted，bewildered，toreturnpresentlywiththewood。
Butthesoundofhisvoicehadbrokenthespell。TheLadyletherarmsfallwithastart，andshuthereyesagain，seemingtofaint。Bickleysprangforwardwithhissalvolatileandappliedittohernostrils，theAncientnotinterfering，forheseemedtorecognisethathehadtodealwithamanofskillandonewhomeantwellbythem。
Intheendwebroughtherroundagainand，toomitdetails，Bickleygaveher，notcoffeeandbrandy，butamixturehecompoundedofhotwater，preservedmilkandmeatessence。Theeffectofitonherwaswonderful，sinceafewminutesafterswallowingitshesatupinthecoffin。Thenweliftedherfromthatnarrowbedinwhichshehadsleptfor——ah！howlong？andperceivedthatbeneathheralsowerecrystalboxesoftheradiant，heat—givingsubstance。Wesatheronthefloorofthesepulchre，wrappingheralsoinablanket。
NowitwasthatTommy，afterfriskingroundherasthoughinwelcomeofanoldfriend，calmlyestablishedhimselfbesideherandlaidhisblackheaduponherknee。Shenoteditandsmiledforthefirsttime，amarvelouslysweetandgentlesmile。More，sheplacedherslenderhanduponthedogandstrokedhimfeebly。
Bickleytriedtomakeherdrinksomemoreofhismixture，butsherefused，motioninghimtogiveittoTommy。This，however，hewouldnotdobecausetherewasbutonecup。Presentlybothofthesleepersbegantoshiver，whichcausedBickleyanxiety。AbusingBastinbeneathhisbreathforbeingsolongwiththefire，hedrewtheblanketscloseraboutthem。
Thenanideacametohimandheexaminedtheglowingboxesinthecoffin。Theywereloose，beingmerelysetinpreparedcavitiesinthecrystal。Wrappingourhandkerchiefsabouthishand，hetookthemoutandplacedthemaroundthewakenedpatients，aproceedingofwhichtheAncientnoddedapproval。Justthen，too，Bastinreturnedwithhisfirstloadoffirewood，andsoonwehadamerryblazegoingjustoutsidethesepulchre。Isawthattheyobservedthelightingofthisfirebymeansofamatchwithmuchinterest。
Nowtheygrewwarmagain，asindeedwedidalso——toowarm。TheninmyturnIhadanidea。Iknewthatbynowthesunwouldbebeatinghotlyagainsttherockofthemount，andsuggestedtoBickley，that，ifpossible，thebestthingwecoulddowouldbetogetthemintoitslife—givingrays。Heagreed，ifwecouldmakethemunderstandandtheywereabletowalk。SoItried。
FirstIdirectedtheAncient’sattentiontothemouthofthecavewhichatthisdistanceshowedasawhitecircleoflight。Helookedatitandthenatmewithgraveinquiry。Imademotionstosuggestthatheshouldproceedthere，repeatingtheword\"Sun\"intheOrofenantongue。Heunderstoodatonce，thoughwhetherhereadmymindratherthanwhatIsaidIamnotsure。ApparentlytheGlitteringLadyunderstoodalsoandseemedtobemostanxioustogo。Onlyshelookedratherpitifullyatherfeetandshookherhead。Thisdecidedme。
IdonotknowifIhavementionedanywherethatIamatallmanandverymuscular。Shewastall，also，butasIjudgednotsoveryheavyafterherlongfast。AtanyrateIfeltquitecertainthatIcouldcarryherforthatdistance。Stoopingdown，Iliftedherup，signingtohertoputherarmsroundmyneck，whichshedid。ThencallingtoBickleyandBastintobringalongtheAncientbetweenthem，withsomedifficultyIstruggledoutofthesepulchre，andstarteddownthecave。ShewasmoreheavythanI
thought，andyetIcouldhavewishedthejourneylonger。Tobeginwithsheseemedquitetrustfulandhappyinmyarms，whereshelaywithherheadagainstmyshoulder，smilingalittleasachildmightdo，especiallywhenIhadtostopandthrowherlonghairroundmynecklikeamuffler，topreventitfromtrailinginthedust。
Abundleoflavender，oratrussofnew—mownhay，couldnothavebeenmoresweettocarryandtherewassomethingelectricaboutthetouchofher，whichwentthroughandthroughme。Verysoonitwasover，andwewereoutofthecaveintothefullgloryofthetropicalsun。Atfirst，thathereyesmightbecomeaccustomedtoitslightandherawakenedbodytoitsheat，Isetherdownwhereshadowfellfromtheoverhangingrock，inacanvasdeckchairthathadbeenbroughtbyMaramawiththeotherthings，throwingtherugabouthertoprotectherfromsuchwindastherewas。Shenestledgratefullyintothesoftseatandshuthereyes，forthemotionhadtiredher。Inoted，however，thatshedrewinthesweetairwithlongbreaths。
ThenIturnedtoobservethearrivaloftheAncient，whowasbeingbornebetweenBickleyandBastininwhatchildrenknowasadandy—chair，whichisformedbytwopeoplecrossingtheirhandsinapeculiarfashion。Itsaysmuchforthetremendousdignityofhispresencethateventhus，withonearmroundtheneckofBickleyandtheotherroundthatofBastin，andhislongwhitebeardfallingalmosttotheground，hestilllookedmostimposing。
Unfortunately，however，justastheywereemergingfromthecave，Bastin，alwaysthemostawkwardofcreatures，managedtoleaveholdwithonehand，sothathispassengernearlycametotheground。NevershallIforgetthelookthathegavehim。
Indeed，IthinkthatfromthismomenthehatedBastin。Bickleyherespectedasamanofintelligenceandlearning，althoughincomparisonwithhisown，thelatterwasinfantileandcrude；mehetoleratedandevenliked；butBastinhedetested。TheonlyoneofourpartyforwhomhefeltanythingapproachingrealaffectionwasthespanielTommy。
Wesethimdown，fortunatelyuninjured，onsomerugs，andalsointheshadow。Then，afteralittlewhile，wemovedbothofthemintothesun。Itwasquitecurioustoseethemexpandthere。AsBickleysaid，whathappenedtothemmightwellbecomparedtothedevelopmentofabutterflywhichhasjustbrokenfromthelivinggraveofitschrysalisandcreptintothefull，hotradianceofthelight。Itscrinkledwingsunfold，theirbrillianttintsdevelop；inanhourortwoitisperfect，glorious，preparedforlifeandflight，anewcreature。
Soitwaswiththispair，frommomenttomomenttheygatheredstrengthandvigour。Near—bytothem，asithappened，stoodalargebasketofthelusciousnativefruitsbroughtthatmorningbytheOrofenans，andatthesetheLadylookedwithlonging。WithBickley’spermission，IofferedthemtoherandtotheAncient，firstpeelingthemwithmyfingers。Theyateofthemgreedily，afullmeal，andwouldhavegoneonhadnotthesternBickley，fearinguntowardconsequences，removedthebasket。Againtheresultswerewonderful，forhalfanhourafterwardstheyseemedtobequitestrong。WithmyassistancetheGlitteringLady，asI
