A low chuckle in the jungle startled them.
"Ah, youth, youth, youth!" Garman's huge face was peering at them from behind a mask of flowering moon vine. "'I love you.' Ho ho! Poor Payne!"
"You cad, Garman; you mucker!" cried Roger.
"Go!" Annette flung herself upon him, seeking to push him away, but he stood like an oak.
"Eavesdropping! Fine work, Garman."
Garman roared with laughter.
"Do you really love me?" whispered Annette, suddenly, her lips closed to Roger's.
"You know that now."
"No, not yet; but I will soon. If you love me, you'll do what I ask.
Go away. Please, please at once!"
"I can't leave you here, Annette, helpless among all this devilishness."