Produced by Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: THEN THE SPEAR FLASHED IN THE TORCHLIGHT.] _Guy in the Jungle_ OR _A Boy's Adventure in the Wilds of Africa_ BY _William Murray Graydon._ _Author of "Jungles and Traitors", "In Barracks and Wigwam", "The Camp in the Snow", Etc._ CHICAGO: M. A. DONOHUE & CO. Copyrighted 1890, by FRANK A. MUNSEY Copyrighted, 1902, by THOMPSON & THOMAS The River of Darkness. PROLOGUE. It was November in London. The great city was buried under a dank, yellow fog. Traffic was temporarily checked; foot passengers groped their way by the light of the street lamps, and the hoarse shouts of the link boys running before cabs and carriages with blazing torches rang at intervals above the muffled rumble of countless wheels. In the coffee-room of a quiet hotel on the Strand a young man stands by the window, looking pensively out on the misty street. He is quite young, with light hair that falls half over his forehead, and a drooping, golden mustache, and in rather startling contrast to these a deep-bronzed complexion that tells of foreign lands and tropical suns. "Captain Chutney, sir?" It is a hotel servant, with a big blue envelope in his hand, and, as the young man wheels round, he reveals the uniform and bright facings of a captain of hussars. "Yes, I am Captain Chutney," he replies to the servant. "Thank you," and, taking the blue document, he stands for a moment in deep thoughtfulness. Well may he hesitate to break that official seal which glares up at him so broadly. Were the gift of futurity his, and could he see mirrored before him the dread panorama of events that are inevitably linked with that innocent-looking missive, he would fling it with horror-stricken hands into the coal-fire that burns on the grate beside him. But no disturbing thought enters his mind. The future looks bright and cheerful enough just at present, and ripping open the end of the envelope without breaking the seal, he pulls out a folded paper and reads: COLONIAL OFFICE, DOWNING STREET, S. W. TO CAPTAIN GUY CHUTNEY: Your immediate presence is requested on urgent affairs. (Signed) ---- ---- SECRETARY OF STATE FOR COLONIAL AFFAIRS. Chutney looks with some surprise at the famous signature attached with a bold hand. He places the letter in his pocket, pushes open a swinging door at the left, and vanishes up a broad stairway. In five minutes he reappears, clad in a big mackintosh, and, calling a cab, he rattles off westward through the fog.