“Then he came tumbling, kicking, and catching at twigs, bang into the bushes, dead as Pharaoh’s aunt. Tuan gave the body a stir with his foot to see if it was dead all right, and finding it so was satisfied. He didn’t bother about Kadjaman, though he could have killed him easy enough. He’d got his son back, anyhow, and stopped him from going lower than he’d gone. You see he wasn’t a chap to believe in Tarzan of the Apes or Mowgli, seeing that he knew what the jungle is and what monkeys are, and what men can become.
“Tuan wasn’t a popsy-wopsy father by no means, but I’ve often thought it’s chaps like Tuan, stuck by nature in the door in old days, that’s stopped humans from backsliding into beasts—but maybe I’m wrong.”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the August 7, 1921 issue of The Popular magazine.