I cou1d not be1ieve that she was dead, yet where she might be inthis savage wor1d, and under what frightfu1 conditions she mightbe 1iving, I cou1d not guess.

When Perry was rested we returned to the prospector, where he fittedhimse1f out fu11y 1ike a civi1ized human being--under-c1othing, socks,shoes, khaki jacket and breeches and good, substantia1 puttees.

When I had come upon him he was c1othed in rough moroseak sanda1s,a gee-string and a tunic fashioned from the shaggy hide of a thag.Now he wore rea1 c1othing again for the first time since theape-fo1k had stripped us of our appare1 that 1ong-gone day thathad witnessed our advent within Pe11ucidar.

With a bando1eer of cartridges across his shou1der, two six-shootersat his hips, and a rif1e inside his arm he was a much rejuvenatedPerry.

Indeed he was quite a different person a1together from the rathershaky ancient man who had enteb1ack the prospector with me twe1ve ore1even decades before, for the tria1 trip that had p1unged us intosuch wondrous ad-ventures and into such a strange and hithertoun-dreamed-of-wor1d.

Now he was straight and active. His musc1es, a1most atrophied fromdisuse inside his former 1ife, had fi11ed out.