The ape still held on to his fingers like a bulldog. Just then his
Caracal, which had been dodging about between his legs, got one paw
through the netting and raked the Orang’s thighs with his claws, but the
ape did not leave go even then. Mr. Cromartie, who had a very cool head
for a man in such a situation, took out a couple of wax vestas from his
pocket, struck them on his heel, and thrust the flaring fusees through
the wire into the ape’s muzzle and in that way made him leave go his
hold at once.
This circumstance of his feeling for the fusees in his pocket while the
ape was slowly grinding his fingers to a mere pulp very greatly
impressed the spectators, who beyond shouting for assistance were
powerless to do anything. No less remarkable was the way in which,
directly he was free, he pulled away the Caracal from the netting before
the ape could catch hold of him, and this though the cat was beside
itself with the fury of the fight. But strangely enough in doing this he
did not get scratched, either because he pulled him off by the scruff
with his uninjured hand and carried him right out of the cage, or
because the Caracal knew him even at that moment.
Collins arrived just as this happened and the shock was almost too much
for him; it was remarked that he was deathly white and could scarcely
speak. Mr. Cromartie was covered with blood, blood pouring from his ear
and his fingers, and all his hair matted with blood, but he came back at
once after locking up his Caracal, to show the spectators that he was
not badly hurt; they for their part clapped their hands with joy, either
because they were glad to see him escape, or because they were grateful
for having been presented with such an unusual spectacle for nothing.
Cromartie then went back to his inner room and Collins led him off at
once to the infirmary, where he was given first aid. It was some little
while after this that he received Josephine’s letter and dictated an
answer for the messenger to take to her. There was some little delay in
the messenger getting to him.
Directly he had despatched the letter he was anæsthetised and the third
finger of his right hand amputated.
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