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Title: Guy in the Jungle
A Boy's Adventure in the Wilds of Africa
Author: William Murray Graydon
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[Illustration: THEN THE SPEAR FLASHED IN THE TORCHLIGHT.]
_Guy in the Jungle_
OR
_A Boy's Adventure in the
Wilds of Africa_
BY
_William Murray Graydon._
_Author of "Jungles and Traitors", "In Barracks and
Wigwam", "The Camp in the Snow", Etc._
CHICAGO:
M. A. DONOHUE & CO.
Copyrighted 1890,
by FRANK A. MUNSEY
Copyrighted, 1902,
by THOMPSON & THOMAS
The River of Darkness.
PROLOGUE.
It was November in London. The great city was buried under a dank,
yellow fog. Traffic was temporarily checked; foot passengers groped
their way by the light of the street lamps, and the hoarse shouts of the
link boys running before cabs and carriages with blazing torches rang at
intervals above the muffled rumble of countless wheels.
In the coffee-room of a quiet hotel on the Strand a young man stands by
the window, looking pensively out on the misty street. He is quite
young, with light hair that falls half over his forehead, and a
drooping, golden mustache, and in rather startling contrast to these a
deep-bronzed complexion that tells of foreign lands and tropical suns.
"Captain Chutney, sir?"
It is a hotel servant, with a big blue envelope in his hand, and, as the
young man wheels round, he reveals the uniform and bright facings of a
captain of hussars.
"Yes, I am Captain Chutney," he replies to the servant. "Thank you,"
and, taking the blue document, he stands for a moment in deep
thoughtfulness.
Well may he hesitate to break that official seal which glares up at him
so broadly. Were the gift of futurity his, and could he see mirrored
before him the dread panorama of events that are inevitably linked with
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