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This one is the last chapter of this story. I hope you'll enjoy it reading, as much as I enjoyedwriting it. :)))

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Chapter 5

Professor Challenger arrived about five minutes later, with a rope on his shoulder. He remembered that he'd left it earlier next to his backpack. Hurriedly he threw one of the ends to Veronica, who instinctively tied a snare.

"Come on Veronica, we don't have time to waste." Urged the older man "Be careful, not to aim at his neck!"

"Quickly, Veronica, just like a cowboy! - added the reporter.

By the time only his arms and head were not covered by quicksand.

The girl didn't wait much longer to swing the rope. It flew to the air, but her aim was off and she didn't lasso him.

Veronica's heart beat wild, she could hardly breath as she prepared for maybe the most important throw in her life. Ned's life was up to her. She had to do it; it couldn't be any other way. She took a big breath, prepared the rope… and she managed it! Almost in the last minute she managed to get the rope around Ned's two arms.

Immediately the professor went with the other end of the rope to the nearest tree. After he had tied it off he came back to the edge of the quicksand. Together Veronica and Challenger pulled on the rope, and in seconds Malone was again on the normal ground.

The muddy man lied there sighing and coughing as the others examined him. After Challenger decided, that everything was just fine with Ned, Veronica held the reporter tight to her. Lost all of elf-control, tears flew down on her face mixed with raindrops, as she embraced him, like a greedy man his gold. As soon as Malone became fully conscious of his surroundings he embraced her back.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful?" sobbed the girl

Maybe the first time in his life Ned couldn't find the worlds to answer, that's why he only held her tighter, as he murmured a silent thank you to the professor, who knelt beside the jungle beauty, with a knowing smile on his face.

"What happened to you?"- Marguerite's gaze traveled up and down the two muddy men before her. "You were supposed to help me, not to have a mud-bath!"

Roxton didn't comment her worlds. He simply was too tired, and just let his cousin tell their adventure. The two men were happy, that while they were gone, Charlie woken up, and thanks to the medical tea, Marguerite had given her, felt much better. She helped tend the two beaten man, and after they all ate their, went to sleep.

"Well? With how many dangerous savages did the great Lord Roxton fight today?" Asked Marguerite, as she slipped next to the man of her dreams, after the "children" were asleep. Charlotte and Richard slept on the other side of the cave, not too far from each other.

"Oh! Not so many. Only the ones, who wanted Roxton-stew for dinner- smiled the lord and put his arm around the woman's shoulder, who made herself more comfortable in his embrace.

"I'm glad."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't broken my nails" She said in mock seriousness, than added quietly." I'm glad because you escaped that lightning"

"You don't think you can rid yourself of me so easily, do you? - He laughed in a way only Lord John Richard Roxton could laugh.

"Ahhhhhh Roxton" Marguerite slapped his chest playfully Marguerite "You'd better sleep."

The man looked down, and saw as the mysterious Miss Krux slowly fall asleep in his arms.

He let out a big sigh, held her tighter, than shut his eyes. He could hear that from one moment to the other, the rain suddenly stop. "Tomorrow we'll surely have a beautiful weather" he thought to himself, than the last 24 hour ran trough his mind, and he added "or maybe not…"

The end

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