"I feel ten times as uncomfortable as I did at any time yesterday.

We knew what we had to meet then, but this is something--" Whoor-r-oor! The sound came again with terrible violence, but though it was as horrible and awe-inspiring it was either farther away or the animal which uttered the cry had turned its head in another direction.
"It's beyond me, Mark, my lad," said the major, drawing a long breath; "but it can't see us here, whatever it is, and it is something strange to be roaring like that by day." "I wonder it has not woke anyone up," whispered Mark.
"Worn out," replied the major, laconically; and then they stood peering out from among the trees, and watching intently for a long time without hearing a sound, till the cricket began to utter its chirruping note again.
This was taken up by another close by, and by another at a distance, and then quite a chorus followed, resembling the sounds made by the house-cricket of the English hearth, but more whirring and ear-piercing.
"It must have gone back into the jungle, Mark," said the major, "or else fallen asleep.

Anyhow I'm not at all pleased to find we have such a neighbour." "Do you think it is a dangerous beast ?" whispered Mark.
"I can't say till I've seen it, but it sounds very much like it." "I know what it is!" said Mark in a low excited voice.
"You do ?" "Yes.

It is in that jungle, yonder." "I don't know where it is, but it must be somewhere near.

Well, what is it ?" "A wild man of the woods." "What! an orang-outang ?" Mark nodded.
"Well, if it is, we shall have to tame him.