Obergatz had escaped--she was living it all over again. Doubtless
he was dead unless he had been able to reach this side of the valley
which was quite evidently less overrun with savage beasts.
Jane's days were very full ones now, and the daylight hours seemed
all too short in which to accomplish the many things she had
determined upon, since she had concluded that this spot presented
as ideal a place as she could find to live until she could fashion
the weapons she considered necessary for the obtaining of meat and
for self-defense.
She felt that she must have, in addition to a good spear, a knife,
and bow and arrows. Possibly when these had been achieved she
might seriously consider an attempt to fight her way to one of
civilization's nearest outposts. In the meantime it was necessary
to construct some sort of protective shelter in which she might
feel a greater sense of security by night, for she knew that there
was a possibility that any night she might receive a visit from a
prowling panther, although she had as yet seen none upon this side
of the valley. Aside from this danger she felt comparatively safe
in her aerial retreat.
The cutting of the long poles for her home occupied all of the
daylight hours that were not engaged in the search for food. These
poles she carried high into her tree and with them constructed a
flooring across two stout branches binding the poles together and
also to the branches with fibers from the tough arboraceous grasses
that grew in profusion near the stream.
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