In the plaintive tones he recognised the scream of a young ourang-outang.
It was a proof his conjecture was true, and that the mias had reached its home.
All the more anxious was Captain Redwood to reach the spot whence the sounds proceeded.

Something like a presentiment had entered his mind that there was still a hope, and that his child lived and might be rescued.
Even if torn, injured, disfigured for life, she might survive.

Any sort of life, so long as she could be recovered; and if she could not be restored, at least she might breathe her last breath in his arms.

Even that would be easier to bear than the thought that she had gone to rest in the grasp of the hirsute gorilla, with its hideous offspring grinning and gibbering around her.
The lagoon could not be waded on foot; but a good swimmer might cross it.

The captain was an experienced and accomplished swimmer.