“Well, that answers the question about the smoke,” Kevin had said.

The animals had skewered the colobus monkeys and roasted them over the fire. The monkeys were then torn apart and distributed with great fanfare. Given all the hooting and vocalizations it had been obvious to the humans that this monkey meat was considered a great treat.

Bonobo number one had placed a few morsels of the feast on a large leaf and brought them back to the humans. Only Kevin had been willing to try it. He’d said it was the toughest thing he’d ever chewed. As far as taste was concerned, he’d told the women that it was strangely similar to the elephant he’d once sampled. The previous year, Siegfried had bagged a forest elephant on one of his hunting forays and after taking the tusks, he’d had some of the meat cooked up by the central kitchen.

The bonobos had not tried to imprison the humans and had not tried to inhibit Kevin and the women from untying the rope that bound them together. At the same time, the bonobos had made it clear that they were to stay in the small cave. At all times, at least two of the larger male bonobos remained in the immediate vicinity. Each time Kevin or one of the women tried to venture forth, these guards would screech and howl at the top of their lungs. Even more threatening, they would ferociously charge with bared teeth only to pull up short at the last minute. Thus they effectively kept the humans in their place.

“We’re going to have to do something,” Melanie said. “We can’t stay here forever. And it’s pretty apparent we’ll have to do it while they are all sleeping, like now.”

Every bonobo in the cave, including the supposed guards, were fast asleep on primitive pallets constructed of branches and leaves. Most were snoring.

“I don’t think we should take the chance of angering them,” Kevin said. “We’re lucky they’ve treated us as well as they have.”

“Being offered maggots to eat is not what I’d call being well treated,” Melanie said. “Seriously, we have to do something. Besides, they might turn on us. There’s no way to anticipate what they’ll do.”

“I prefer to wait,” Kevin said. “We’re a novelty now, but they’ll lose interest in us. Besides, we’re undoubtedly missed back in town. It won’t take Siegfried or Bertram that long to figure out what we’ve done. Then they’ll come for us.”

“I’m not convinced,” Melanie said. “Siegfried might take our disappearance as a godsend.”

“Siegfried might, but Bertram won’t,” Kevin said. “He’s basically a nice person.”

“What do you think, Candace?” Melanie asked.

“I don’t know what to think,” Candace said. “This situation is so far beyond anything I’d ever thought I’d be involved in, that I don’t know how to react. I’m numb.”

“What are we going to do when we do get back?” Kevin said. “We haven’t talked about that.”

“If we get back,” Melanie said.

“Don’t talk that way,” Candace said.

“We have to face facts,” Melanie said. “That’s why I think we should do something now while they’re all asleep.”

“We have no idea how soundly they sleep,” Kevin said. “Trying to walk out of here will be like walking through a mine field.”

“One thing is for sure,” Candace said. “I’m not going to be involved in any more harvests. I began to feel uncomfortable when I thought they were apes. Now that we know they’re protohumans, I can’t do it. I know that much about myself.”

“That’s a foregone conclusion,” Kevin said. “I can’t imagine any sensitive human being would feel differently. But that’s not the issue. The issue is that this new race exists, and if they’re not to be used for transplants, what’s to be done with them?”

“Will they be able to reproduce?” Candace asked.

“Most assuredly,” Melanie said. “Nothing was done to them to affect their fertility.”

“Oh, my,” Candace said. “This is a horror.”

“Maybe they should be rendered infertile,” Melanie said. “Then there’d only be a single generation to consider.”

“I wish I’d thought of all this before I started this project,” Kevin said. “The problem was that once I stumbled onto the ability to interchange chromosomal parts, the intellectual stimulation was so strong I never considered other consequences.”

There was a sudden, bright flash of lightning momentarily illuminating the interior of the cave, followed by a loud clap of thunder. The concussion seemed to shake the entire mountain. The violent display was nature’s way of announcing that one of the almost daily thunderstorms was about to inundate the island.

“Now, that’s an argument in favor of my position,” Melanie said, after the sound of the thunder died away.

“What are you talking about?” Kevin asked.

“That thunder was loud enough to wake the dead,” Melanie explained. “And not one of the bonobos so much as blinked.”

“It’s true,” Candace said.

“I think at least one of us should try to get out of here,” Melanie said. “That way we could be sure that Bertram will be alerted as to what is happening out here. Bertram can also make arrangements for someone to come here and rescue the others.”

“I guess I agree,” Candace said.

“Of course you do,” Melanie said.

There were a few moments of silence. Finally, Kevin broke it: “Wait a second. You guys are not suggesting that I go?”

“I couldn’t get in the canoe much less paddle it,” Melanie said.

“I could get in it, but I doubt I could paddle it in the dark,” Candace said.

“And you two think I could?” Kevin asked.

“Certainly better than we could,” Melanie said.

Kevin shivered. The idea of trying to get to the canoe in the dark knowing the hippos were out grazing was a scary thought. Even more scary was trying to paddle across the pond, knowing it was filled with crocodiles.

“Maybe you could hide in the canoe until it gets light,” Melanie suggested. “The important thing is to get out of this cave and away from these creatures while they are sleeping.”

The idea of waiting in the canoe was better than trying to cross the lake in the darkness, but it did not address the potential problem of running into the hippos in the marshy field.

“Remember it was your suggestion to come out here,” Melanie reminded him.

Kevin started to strongly protest, but he stopped. In a way, it was true. He’d said that the only way to learn whether the bonobos were protohumans was to come to the island. But from then on, Melanie had been the one to call the shots.

“It was your suggestion,” Candace said. “I remember it well. We were in your office. It was when you first raised the question about the smoke.”

“But I only said…” Kevin began, but he stopped. From past experience, he knew he was ill-equipped to argue with Melanie, and especially when Candace supported her as she was now doing. Besides, from where Kevin was sitting, he could see a clear path of moonlight along the cave floor all the way to the entrance. Except for a few rocks and branches, there were no obstructions.

Kevin began to think maybe he could do it. Maybe it was best not to think of the hippos. Maybe it was true that the creatures’ hospitality could not be counted upon, not because of the bonobo part of their heritage but because of the human part.

“All right,” Kevin said with sudden resolve. “I’ll try.”

“Hooray,” Melanie said.

Kevin pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He was already trembling with the knowledge that there were fifty powerful and wild animals in the immediate environment that wanted him to stay where he was.

“If something goes wrong,” Melanie said, “just get yourself back here in a hurry.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Kevin said.

“It will be,” Melanie said. “Bonobos and chimps fall asleep as soon as it gets dark and sleep until dawn. You’re not going to have any trouble.”

“But what about the hippos?” Kevin said.