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The truth of his loss was hardly to be credited as Grenville continued to stare below where the hollowed log had been.
There was not a sign of a living thing in the clearing or near-by jungle. There had been no sounds of unusual movement in the thicket, he was sure, or otherwise he must have wakened. No voices had spoken, since his ears had all but ached to catch the slightest disturbance.