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You'd know anywhere that he'd never seen a city, wouldn't you? He wouldn't keep that chest long, inhaling smoke and gasoline." "Don't talk so much," cautioned the professor. "He's frightened, and remember, verbal communication is new to him. Your strange utterances might possibly throw him into a panic." One strange utterance nearly did throw Danny into a panic, but not the kind of which the professor was thinking. . That was when another representative of science said, "The shape of his head denotes an intelligence which has rarely been called into use." Danny had never before been the main center of interest without suffering acutely of ennui. It was a difficult role but one that was well paid. The searching party obligingly diverted Danny right up to sail' ing time and then it grew better. Once they were on a regular liner returning to the states, Danny was kept concealed and tied in a cabin. Professor Atwater had an unholy fear that someone would beat him to the papers with the news of his spectacular find. The professor knew that such a misfortune would kill him. He was unwilling to trust Danny out of his sight' for a second and so. Danny was carried almost literally to Professor Atwater's home on Long Island. It was a beautiful though somewhat conventional Long Island home. The sweeping grounds, the velvet-smooth green lawn, and the large house with its generous verandah are duplicated hundreds of times in various parts of Long Island. Danny, in his 'first glance at it, had a hard time remembering that he must be frightened and over-awed at this unusual building. He thought it ought to flatter the Atwaters a little to have even a savage find something out of the ordinary about the place. For there were Atwaters. The professor needed a family. It lent stability, and this family of his commanded respect. Mrs. Atwater was expensive and conventional like her home. The bovine gaze of Danny wandered from her swiftly and fluttered to Ysabel, the professor's daughter. He closed his eyes quickly when he saw her. He had to hide the expression that he knew must have leapt there when he saw her. For Ysabel, daughter of the man whom he had hoaxed, was a girl with wide, blue eyes, and a smile of which one would certainly dream. The girl he had hoped for in his fleeting romantic moments. Ironic, he thought, that he should be dragged into her presence for inspection. That he should be out of the running, not eligible any way one regarded it. He was either a savage or a man who had made a laughing stock of her father. "Rather handsome, isn't he," said Mrs. Atwater. "Oh. very." the professor agreed. "Though I suppose in proper habiliments, he would lose much of his charm. We just picked these things up for him in Tahiti." "No, I don't think he would suffer in comparison to American men," said Mrs. Atwater. "He doesn't look very much as though he was a savage. Though, of course, there is a stupidity in his eyes that shows he has never thought but rather instinctively feels." Ysabel had said nothing up to this time. Now she turned to her parents and remarked, "Rather uncivilized, isn't it, to discuss a person while he's present?" Professor and Mrs. Atwater laughed. "He can't understand a word," said the professor. "No," replied Ysabel. "Rather he instinctively feels, as mother says. That prob ably makes him a lot more uncomfortable than if he could glean some meaning from the vacant things I've heard said about him." "Don't be ridiculous, Ysabel," said Mrs. Atwater. "What will Howard say when I tell him you've become the champion of our handsome savage?" "Howard will say something absurd about the man just as everyone else has done. Good Heavens, this capture of father's is a person,' and not a one of you seem to realize it. What's more, no one had the right to bring him here. He was entitled to live his life in a land of flowers and wildness just as father is entitled to live most of his in his library." Ysabel had apparently said all that she intended to say, for the last few words were flung over her shoulder as she left the room. The professor, not deeply concerned with the whimsical ideas of young ladies, immediately turned again to Danny, who was fighting a losing battle in the little matter of gazing after Ysabel. Mrs. Atwater however was greatly agitated by Ysabel's outburst. "Do you know she has absolutely no desire to begin shopping for her trousseau?" Mrs. Atwater inquired. "She's a very strange bride-to-be. I begin to think she's a radical, considering her views on preparing for her wedding and her most recent disrespect to us. It isn't right." "Howard will take that out of her," the professor responded absently. Mrs. Atwater paid no attention to his optimism and Danny had not even heard it. He was struggling under the heavy weight that the word "trousseau" had thrown upon him. So Ysabel Atwater was engaged to be married. Well, he might have known it. Such a thing would happen to him. He had been too lucky in everything else. "If it were up to her." continued Mrs. Atwater, "she'd have no social life at all. I'm a rag and a bone from attending to things that other girls do for themselves. No one single suggestion has she made for the jungle ball." "The jungle ball?" queried Professor Atwater. "Yes, we have to give a ball to announce Ysabel's betrothal to Howard and so long as we have this discovery of yours, why not make the affair strictly original? Jungle decorations, you know, and that sort of thing. We'll put it," she designated Danny, "in a cage and give our friends a chance to look at him." Professor Atwater didn't seem delighted with the idea. He was jealous of his find and would have liked to place him under glass in a private corner of his library, but his wife's ideas never did anybody any real harm. The professor conceded that much. It was now without any humor that Terry considered the situation. The professor was really a dear old thing and so completely in love with his work that it was a pity to have perpetrated this cruel hoax. Not only a pity. Danny felt now that it was even contemptible, cheap. What would Ysabel think of it? Ysabel, the girl who refused to regard a human being as though he were a strange thirteen-legged beetle. Ysabel, the girl with whom he had fallen in love. And. above all else, Ysabel, the girl who was engaged to marry another man. No, there wasn't even a faint drop oi humor to be squeezed from the present situation. And he was to be exhibited at Mrs. Atwater's jungle ball. People were going to stare at him and. believe he was a savage. They were going to marvel at the professor's cleverness in capturing him. They would respect the professor. Then after the ball there would come the humiliating ex