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<h1>Tarzan of the Apes</h1>

<h2 class="no-break">by Edgar Rice Burroughs</h2>

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<h2>Contents</h2>

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<td> <a href="#chap01">CHAPTER I. Out to Sea</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap02">CHAPTER II. The Savage Home</a></td>
</tr>

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<td> <a href="#chap03">CHAPTER III. Life and Death</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap04">CHAPTER IV. The Apes</a></td>
</tr>

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<td> <a href="#chap05">CHAPTER V. The White Ape</a></td>
</tr>

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<td> <a href="#chap06">CHAPTER VI. Jungle Battles</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap07">CHAPTER VII. The Light of Knowledge</a></td>
</tr>

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<td> <a href="#chap08">CHAPTER VIII. The Tree-top Hunter</a></td>
</tr>

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<td> <a href="#chap09">CHAPTER IX. Man and Man</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap10">CHAPTER X. The Fear-Phantom</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap11">CHAPTER XI. &ldquo;King of the Apes&rdquo;</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap12">CHAPTER XII. Man&rsquo;s Reason</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap13">CHAPTER XIII. His Own Kind</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap14">CHAPTER XIV. At the Mercy of the Jungle</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap15">CHAPTER XV. The Forest God</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap16">CHAPTER XVI. &ldquo;Most Remarkable&rdquo;</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap17">CHAPTER XVII. Burials</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap18">CHAPTER XVIII. The Jungle Toll</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap19">CHAPTER XIX. The Call of the Primitive</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap20">CHAPTER XX. Heredity</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap21">CHAPTER XXI. The Village of Torture</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap22">CHAPTER XXII. The Search Party</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap23">CHAPTER XXIII. Brother Men</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap24">CHAPTER XXIV. Lost Treasure</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap25">CHAPTER XXV. The Outpost of the World</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap26">CHAPTER XXVI. The Height of Civilization</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap27">CHAPTER XXVII. The Giant Again</a></td>
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<td> <a href="#chap28">CHAPTER XXVIII. Conclusion</a></td>
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<h2><a id="chap01"></a>CHAPTER I.<br >
Out to Sea</h2>

<p>
I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any
other. I may credit the seductive influence of an old vintage upon the narrator
for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulity during the days that
followed for the balance of the strange tale.
</p>

<p>
When my convivial host discovered that he had told me so much, and that I was
prone to doubtfulness, his foolish pride assumed the task the old vintage had
commenced, and so he unearthed written evidence in the form of musty
manuscript, and dry official records of the British Colonial Office to support
many of the salient features of his remarkable narrative.
</p>

<p>
I do not say the story is true, for I did not witness the happenings which it
portrays, but the fact that in the telling of it to you I have taken fictitious
names for the principal characters quite sufficiently evidences the sincerity
of my own belief that it <i>may</i> be true.
</p>

<p>
The yellow, mildewed pages of the diary of a man long dead, and the records of
the Colonial Office dovetail perfectly with the narrative of my convivial host,
and so I give you the story as I painstakingly pieced it out from these several
various agencies.
</p>

<p>
If you do not find it credible you will at least be as one with me in
acknowledging that it is unique, remarkable, and interesting.
</p>

<p>
From the records of the Colonial Office and from the dead man&rsquo;s diary we
learn that a certain young English nobleman, whom we shall call John Clayton,
Lord Greystoke, was commissioned to make a peculiarly delicate investigation of
conditions in a British West Coast African Colony from whose simple native
inhabitants another European power was known to be recruiting soldiers for its
native army, which it used solely for the forcible collection of rubber and
ivory from the savage tribes along the Congo and the Aruwimi. The natives of
the British Colony complained that many of their young men were enticed away
through the medium of fair and glowing promises, but that few if any ever
returned to their families.
</p>

<p>
The Englishmen in Africa went even further, saying that these poor blacks were
held in virtual slavery, since after their terms of enlistment expired their
ignorance was imposed upon by their white officers, and they were told that
they had yet several years to serve.
</p>

<p>
And so the Colonial Office appointed John Clayton to a new post in British West
Africa, but his confidential instructions centered on a thorough investigation
of the unfair treatment of black British subjects by the officers of a friendly
European power. Why he was sent, is, however, of little moment to this story,
for he never made an investigation, nor, in fact, did he ever reach his
destination.
</p>

<p>
Clayton was the type of Englishman that one likes best to associate with the
noblest monuments of historic achievement upon a thousand victorious
battlefields&mdash;a strong, virile man&mdash;mentally, morally, and
physically.
</p>

<p>
In stature he was above the average height; his eyes were gray, his features
regular and strong; his carriage that of perfect, robust health influenced by
his years of army training.
</p>

<p>
Political ambition had caused him to seek transference from the army to the
Colonial Office and so we find him, still young, entrusted with a delicate and
important commission in the service of the Queen.
</p>

<p>
When he received this appointment he was both elated and appalled. The
preferment seemed to him in the nature of a well-merited reward for painstaking
and intelligent service, and as a stepping stone to posts of greater importance
and responsibility; but, on the other hand, he had been married to the Hon.
Alice Rutherford for scarce a three months, and it was the thought of taking
this fair young girl into the dangers and isolation of tropical Africa that
appalled him.
</p>

<p>
For her sake he would have refused the appointment, but she would not have it
so. Instead she insisted that he accept, and, indeed, take her with him.
</p>

<p>
There were mothers and brothers and sisters, and aunts and cousins to express
various opinions on the subject, but as to what they severally advised history
is silent.
</p>

<p>
We know only that on a bright May morning in 1888, John, Lord Greystoke, and
Lady Alice sailed from Dover on their way to Africa.
</p>

<p>
A month later they arrived at Freetown where they chartered a small sailing
vessel, the <i>Fuwalda</i>, which was to bear them to their final destination.
</p>

<p>
And here John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady Alice, his wife, vanished from the eyes
and from the knowledge of men.
</p>

<p>
Two months after they weighed anchor and cleared from the port of Freetown a
half dozen British war vessels were scouring the south Atlantic for trace of
them or their little vessel, and it was almost immediately that the wreckage
was found upon the shores of St. Helena which convinced the world that the
<i>Fuwalda</i> had gone down with all on board, and hence the search was stopped ere
it had scarce begun; though hope lingered in longing hearts for many years.
</p>

<p>
The <i>Fuwalda</i>, a barkentine of about one hundred tons, was a vessel of the type
often seen in coastwise trade in the far southern Atlantic, their crews
composed of the offscourings of the sea&mdash;unhanged murderers and cutthroats
of every race and every nation.
</p>

<p>
The <i>Fuwalda</i> was no exception to the rule. Her officers were swarthy bullies,
hating and hated by their crew. The captain, while a competent seaman, was a
brute in his treatment of his men. He knew, or at least he used, but two
arguments in his dealings with them&mdash;a belaying pin and a
revolver&mdash;nor is it likely that the motley aggregation he signed would
have understood aught else.
</p>

<p>
So it was that from the second day out from Freetown John Clayton and his young
wife witnessed scenes upon the deck of the <i>Fuwalda</i> such as they had believed
were never enacted outside the covers of printed stories of the sea.
</p>

<p>
It was on the morning of the second day that the first link was forged in what
was destined to form a chain of circumstances ending in a life for one then
unborn such as has never been paralleled in the history of man.
</p>

<p>
Two sailors were washing down the decks of the <i>Fuwalda</i>, the first mate was on
duty, and the captain had stopped to speak with John Clayton and Lady Alice.
</p>

<p>
The men were working backwards toward the little party who were facing away
from the sailors. Closer and closer they came, until one of them was directly
behind the captain. In another moment he would have passed by and this strange
narrative would never have been recorded.
</p>

<p>
But just that instant the officer turned to leave Lord and Lady Greystoke, and,
as he did so, tripped against the sailor and sprawled headlong upon the deck,
overturning the water-pail so that he was drenched in its dirty contents.
</p>

<p>
For an instant the scene was ludicrous; but only for an instant. With a volley
of awful oaths, his face suffused with the scarlet of mortification and rage,
the captain regained his feet, and with a terrific blow felled the sailor to
the deck.
</p>

<p>
The man was small and rather old, so that the brutality of the act was thus
accentuated. The other seaman, however, was neither old nor small&mdash;a huge
bear of a man, with fierce black mustachios, and a great bull neck set between
massive shoulders.
</p>

<p>
As he saw his mate go down he crouched, and, with a low snarl, sprang upon the
captain crushing him to his knees with a single mighty blow.
</p>

<p>
From scarlet the officer&rsquo;s face went white, for this was mutiny; and
mutiny he had met and subdued before in his brutal career. Without waiting to
rise he whipped a revolver from his pocket, firing point blank at the great
mountain of muscle towering before him; but, quick as he was, John Clayton was
almost as quick, so that the bullet which was intended for the sailor&rsquo;s
heart lodged in the sailor&rsquo;s leg instead, for Lord Greystoke had struck
down the captain&rsquo;s arm as he had seen the weapon flash in the sun.
</p>

<p>
Words passed between Clayton and the captain, the former making it plain that
he was disgusted with the brutality displayed toward the crew, nor would he
countenance anything further of the kind while he and Lady Greystoke remained
passengers.
</p>

<p>
The captain was on the point of making an angry reply, but, thinking better of
it, turned on his heel and black and scowling, strode aft.
</p>

<p>
He did not care to antagonize an English official, for the Queen&rsquo;s mighty
arm wielded a punitive instrument which he could appreciate, and which he
feared&mdash;England&rsquo;s far-reaching navy.
</p>

<p>
The two sailors picked themselves up, the older man assisting his wounded
comrade to rise. The big fellow, who was known among his mates as Black
Michael, tried his leg gingerly, and, finding that it bore his weight, turned
to Clayton with a word of gruff thanks.
</p>

<p>
Though the fellow&rsquo;s tone was surly, his words were evidently well meant.
Ere he had scarce finished his little speech he had turned and was limping off
toward the forecastle with the very apparent intention of forestalling any
further conversation.
</p>

<p>
They did not see him again for several days, nor did the captain accord them
more than the surliest of grunts when he was forced to speak to them.
</p>

<p>
They took their meals in his cabin, as they had before the unfortunate
occurrence; but the captain was careful to see that his duties never permitted
him to eat at the same time.
</p>

<p>
The other officers were coarse, illiterate fellows, but little above the
villainous crew they bullied, and were only too glad to avoid social
intercourse with the polished English noble and his lady, so that the Claytons
were left very much to themselves.
</p>

<p>
This in itself accorded perfectly with their desires, but it also rather
isolated them from the life of the little ship so that they were unable to keep
in touch with the daily happenings which were to culminate so soon in bloody
tragedy.
</p>

<p>
There was in the whole atmosphere of the craft that undefinable something which
presages disaster. Outwardly, to the knowledge of the Claytons, all went on as
before upon the little vessel; but that there was an undertow leading them
toward some unknown danger both felt, though they did not speak of it to each
other.
</p>

<p>
On the second day after the wounding of Black Michael, Clayton came on deck
just in time to see the limp body of one of the crew being carried below by
four of his fellows while the first mate, a heavy belaying pin in his hand,
stood glowering at the little party of sullen sailors.
</p>

<p>
Clayton asked no questions&mdash;he did not need to&mdash;and the following
day, as the great lines of a British battleship grew out of the distant
horizon, he half determined to demand that he and Lady Alice be put aboard her,
for his fears were steadily increasing that nothing but harm could result from
remaining on the lowering, sullen <i>Fuwalda</i>.
</p>

<p>
Toward noon they were within speaking distance of the British vessel, but when
Clayton had nearly decided to ask the captain to put them aboard her, the
obvious ridiculousness of such a request became suddenly apparent. What reason
could he give the officer commanding her majesty&rsquo;s ship for desiring to
go back in the direction from which he had just come!
</p>

<p>
What if he told them that two insubordinate seamen had been roughly handled by
their officers? They would but laugh in their sleeves and attribute his reason
for wishing to leave the ship to but one thing&mdash;cowardice.
</p>

<p>
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, did not ask to be transferred to the British
man-of-war. Late in the afternoon he saw her upper works fade below the far
horizon, but not before he learned that which confirmed his greatest fears, and
caused him to curse the false pride which had restrained him from seeking
safety for his young wife a few short hours before, when safety was within
reach&mdash;a safety which was now gone forever.
</p>

<p>
It was mid-afternoon that brought the little old sailor, who had been felled by
the captain a few days before, to where Clayton and his wife stood by the
ship&rsquo;s side watching the ever diminishing outlines of the great
battleship. The old fellow was polishing brasses, and as he came edging along
until close to Clayton he said, in an undertone:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;&rsquo;Ell&rsquo;s to pay, sir, on this &rsquo;ere craft, an&rsquo; mark
my word for it, sir. &rsquo;Ell&rsquo;s to pay.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What do you mean, my good fellow?&rdquo; asked Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Wy, hasn&rsquo;t ye seen wats goin&rsquo; on? Hasn&rsquo;t ye
&rsquo;eard that devil&rsquo;s spawn of a capting an&rsquo; &rsquo;is mates
knockin&rsquo; the bloomin&rsquo; lights outen &rsquo;arf the crew?
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Two busted &rsquo;eads yeste&rsquo;day, an&rsquo; three to-day. Black
Michael&rsquo;s as good as new agin an&rsquo; &rsquo;e&rsquo;s not the bully to
stand fer it, not &rsquo;e; an&rsquo; mark my word for it, sir.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You mean, my man, that the crew contemplates mutiny?&rdquo; asked
Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Mutiny!&rdquo; exclaimed the old fellow. &ldquo;Mutiny! They means
murder, sir, an&rsquo; mark my word for it, sir.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;When?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hit&rsquo;s comin&rsquo;, sir; hit&rsquo;s comin&rsquo; but I&rsquo;m
not a-sayin&rsquo; wen, an&rsquo; I&rsquo;ve said too damned much now, but ye
was a good sort t&rsquo;other day an&rsquo; I thought it no more&rsquo;n right
to warn ye. But keep a still tongue in yer &rsquo;ead an&rsquo; when ye
&rsquo;ear shootin&rsquo; git below an&rsquo; stay there.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;That&rsquo;s all, only keep a still tongue in yer &rsquo;ead, or
they&rsquo;ll put a pill between yer ribs, an&rsquo; mark my word for it,
sir,&rdquo; and the old fellow went on with his polishing, which carried him
away from where the Claytons were standing.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Deuced cheerful outlook, Alice,&rdquo; said Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You should warn the captain at once, John. Possibly the trouble may yet
be averted,&rdquo; she said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I suppose I should, but yet from purely selfish motives I am almost
prompted to &lsquo;keep a still tongue in my &rsquo;ead.&rsquo; Whatever they
do now they will spare us in recognition of my stand for this fellow Black
Michael, but should they find that I had betrayed them there would be no mercy
shown us, Alice.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have but one duty, John, and that lies in the interest of vested
authority. If you do not warn the captain you are as much a party to whatever
follows as though you had helped to plot and carry it out with your own head
and hands.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not understand, dear,&rdquo; replied Clayton. &ldquo;It is of you
I am thinking&mdash;there lies my first duty. The captain has brought this
condition upon himself, so why then should I risk subjecting my wife to
unthinkable horrors in a probably futile attempt to save him from his own
brutal folly? You have no conception, dear, of what would follow were this pack
of cutthroats to gain control of the <i>Fuwalda</i>.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Duty is duty, John, and no amount of sophistries may change it. I would
be a poor wife for an English lord were I to be responsible for his shirking a
plain duty. I realize the danger which must follow, but I can face it with
you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Have it as you will then, Alice,&rdquo; he answered, smiling.
&ldquo;Maybe we are borrowing trouble. While I do not like the looks of things
on board this ship, they may not be so bad after all, for it is possible that
the &lsquo;Ancient Mariner&rsquo; was but voicing the desires of his wicked old
heart rather than speaking of real facts.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Mutiny on the high sea may have been common a hundred years ago, but in
this good year 1888 it is the least likely of happenings.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But there goes the captain to his cabin now. If I am going to warn him I
might as well get the beastly job over for I have little stomach to talk with
the brute at all.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
So saying he strolled carelessly in the direction of the companionway through
which the captain had passed, and a moment later was knocking at his door.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come in,&rdquo; growled the deep tones of that surly officer.
</p>

<p>
And when Clayton had entered, and closed the door behind him:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard to-day, because
I feel that, while there may be nothing to it, it is as well that you be
forearmed. In short, the men contemplate mutiny and murder.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a lie!&rdquo; roared the captain. &ldquo;And if you have been
interfering again with the discipline of this ship, or meddling in affairs that
don&rsquo;t concern you you can take the consequences, and be damned. I
don&rsquo;t care whether you are an English lord or not. I&rsquo;m captain of
this here ship, and from now on you keep your meddling nose out of my
business.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The captain had worked himself up to such a frenzy of rage that he was fairly
purple of face, and he shrieked the last words at the top of his voice,
emphasizing his remarks by a loud thumping of the table with one huge fist, and
shaking the other in Clayton&rsquo;s face.
</p>

<p>
Greystoke never turned a hair, but stood eyeing the excited man with level gaze.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Captain Billings,&rdquo; he drawled finally, &ldquo;if you will pardon
my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Whereupon he turned and left the captain with the same indifferent ease that
was habitual with him, and which was more surely calculated to raise the ire of
a man of Billings&rsquo; class than a torrent of invective.
</p>

<p>
So, whereas the captain might easily have been brought to regret his hasty
speech had Clayton attempted to conciliate him, his temper was now irrevocably
set in the mold in which Clayton had left it, and the last chance of their
working together for their common good was gone.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well, Alice,&rdquo; said Clayton, as he rejoined his wife, &ldquo;I
might have saved my breath. The fellow proved most ungrateful. Fairly jumped at
me like a mad dog.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He and his blasted old ship may hang, for aught I care; and until we are
safely off the thing I shall spend my energies in looking after our own
welfare. And I rather fancy the first step to that end should be to go to our
cabin and look over my revolvers. I am sorry now that we packed the larger guns
and the ammunition with the stuff below.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
They found their quarters in a bad state of disorder. Clothing from their open
boxes and bags strewed the little apartment, and even their beds had been torn
to pieces.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Evidently someone was more anxious about our belongings than we,&rdquo;
said Clayton. &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s have a look around, Alice, and see
what&rsquo;s missing.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
A thorough search revealed the fact that nothing had been taken but
Clayton&rsquo;s two revolvers and the small supply of ammunition he had saved
out for them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Those are the very things I most wish they had left us,&rdquo; said
Clayton, &ldquo;and the fact that they wished for them and them alone is most
sinister.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What are we to do, John?&rdquo; asked his wife. &ldquo;Perhaps you were
right in that our best chance lies in maintaining a neutral position.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If the officers are able to prevent a mutiny, we have nothing to fear,
while if the mutineers are victorious our one slim hope lies in not having
attempted to thwart or antagonize them.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Right you are, Alice. We&rsquo;ll keep in the middle of the road.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
As they started to straighten up their cabin, Clayton and his wife
simultaneously noticed the corner of a piece of paper protruding from beneath
the door of their quarters. As Clayton stooped to reach for it he was amazed to
see it move further into the room, and then he realized that it was being
pushed inward by someone from without.
</p>

<p>
Quickly and silently he stepped toward the door, but, as he reached for the
knob to throw it open, his wife&rsquo;s hand fell upon his wrist.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, John,&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;They do not wish to be seen, and
so we cannot afford to see them. Do not forget that we are keeping to the
middle of the road.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his side. Thus they stood watching the
little bit of white paper until it finally remained at rest upon the floor just
inside the door.
</p>

<p>
Then Clayton stooped and picked it up. It was a bit of grimy, white paper
roughly folded into a ragged square. Opening it they found a crude message
printed almost illegibly, and with many evidences of an unaccustomed task.
</p>

<p>
Translated, it was a warning to the Claytons to refrain from reporting the loss
of the revolvers, or from repeating what the old sailor had told them&mdash;to
refrain on pain of death.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I rather imagine we&rsquo;ll be good,&rdquo; said Clayton with a rueful
smile. &ldquo;About all we can do is to sit tight and wait for whatever may
come.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap02"></a>CHAPTER II.<br >
The Savage Home</h2>

<p>
Nor did they have long to wait, for the next morning as Clayton was emerging on
deck for his accustomed walk before breakfast, a shot rang out, and then
another, and another.
</p>

<p>
The sight which met his eyes confirmed his worst fears. Facing the little knot
of officers was the entire motley crew of the <i>Fuwalda</i>, and at their head stood
Black Michael.
</p>

<p>
At the first volley from the officers the men ran for shelter, and from points
of vantage behind masts, wheel-house and cabin they returned the fire of the
five men who represented the hated authority of the ship.
</p>

<p>
Two of their number had gone down before the captain&rsquo;s revolver. They lay
where they had fallen between the combatants. But then the first mate lunged
forward upon his face, and at a cry of command from Black Michael the mutineers
charged the remaining four. The crew had been able to muster but six firearms,
so most of them were armed with boat hooks, axes, hatchets and crowbars.
</p>

<p>
The captain had emptied his revolver and was reloading as the charge was made.
The second mate&rsquo;s gun had jammed, and so there were but two weapons
opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon the officers, who now started
to give back before the infuriated rush of their men.
</p>

<p>
Both sides were cursing and swearing in a frightful manner, which, together
with the reports of the firearms and the screams and groans of the wounded,
turned the deck of the <i>Fuwalda</i> to the likeness of a madhouse.
</p>

<p>
Before the officers had taken a dozen backward steps the men were upon them. An
ax in the hands of a burly Negro cleft the captain from forehead to chin, and
an instant later the others were down: dead or wounded from dozens of blows and
bullet wounds.
</p>

<p>
Short and grisly had been the work of the mutineers of the <i>Fuwalda</i>, and through
it all John Clayton had stood leaning carelessly beside the companionway
puffing meditatively upon his pipe as though he had been but watching an
indifferent cricket match.
</p>

<p>
As the last officer went down he thought it was time that he returned to his
wife lest some members of the crew find her alone below.
</p>

<p>
Though outwardly calm and indifferent, Clayton was inwardly apprehensive and
wrought up, for he feared for his wife&rsquo;s safety at the hands of these
ignorant, half-brutes into whose hands fate had so remorselessly thrown them.
</p>

<p>
As he turned to descend the ladder he was surprised to see his wife standing on
the steps almost at his side.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;How long have you been here, Alice?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Since the beginning,&rdquo; she replied. &ldquo;How awful, John. Oh, how
awful! What can we hope for at the hands of such as those?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Breakfast, I hope,&rdquo; he answered, smiling bravely in an attempt to
allay her fears.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;At least,&rdquo; he added, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to ask them. Come with
me, Alice. We must not let them think we expect any but courteous
treatment.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The men had by this time surrounded the dead and wounded officers, and without
either partiality or compassion proceeded to throw both living and dead over
the sides of the vessel. With equal heartlessness they disposed of their own
dead and dying.
</p>

<p>
Presently one of the crew spied the approaching Claytons, and with a cry of:
&ldquo;Here&rsquo;s two more for the fishes,&rdquo; rushed toward them with
uplifted ax.
</p>

<p>
But Black Michael was even quicker, so that the fellow went down with a bullet
in his back before he had taken a half dozen steps.
</p>

<p>
With a loud roar, Black Michael attracted the attention of the others, and,
pointing to Lord and Lady Greystoke, cried:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;These here are my friends, and they are to be left alone. D&rsquo;ye
understand?
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m captain of this ship now, an&rsquo; what I says goes,&rdquo;
he added, turning to Clayton. &ldquo;Just keep to yourselves, and
nobody&rsquo;ll harm ye,&rdquo; and he looked threateningly on his fellows.
</p>

<p>
The Claytons heeded Black Michael&rsquo;s instructions so well that they saw
but little of the crew and knew nothing of the plans the men were making.
</p>

<p>
Occasionally they heard faint echoes of brawls and quarreling among the
mutineers, and on two occasions the vicious bark of firearms rang out on the
still air. But Black Michael was a fit leader for this band of cutthroats, and,
withal held them in fair subjection to his rule.
</p>

<p>
On the fifth day following the murder of the ship&rsquo;s officers, land was
sighted by the lookout. Whether island or mainland, Black Michael did not know,
but he announced to Clayton that if investigation showed that the place was
habitable he and Lady Greystoke were to be put ashore with their belongings.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll be all right there for a few months,&rdquo; he explained,
&ldquo;and by that time we&rsquo;ll have been able to make an inhabited coast
somewhere and scatter a bit. Then I&rsquo;ll see that yer
gover&rsquo;ment&rsquo;s notified where you be an&rsquo; they&rsquo;ll soon
send a man-o&rsquo;war to fetch ye off.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It would be a hard matter to land you in civilization without a lot
o&rsquo; questions being asked, an&rsquo; none o&rsquo; us here has any very
convincin&rsquo; answers up our sleeves.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton remonstrated against the inhumanity of landing them upon an unknown
shore to be left to the mercies of savage beasts, and, possibly, still more
savage men.
</p>

<p>
But his words were of no avail, and only tended to anger Black Michael, so he
was forced to desist and make the best he could of a bad situation.
</p>

<p>
About three o&rsquo;clock in the afternoon they came about off a beautiful
wooded shore opposite the mouth of what appeared to be a land-locked harbor.
</p>

<p>
Black Michael sent a small boat filled with men to sound the entrance in an
effort to determine if the <i>Fuwalda</i> could be safely worked through the entrance.
</p>

<p>
In about an hour they returned and reported deep water through the passage as
well as far into the little basin.
</p>

<p>
Before dark the barkentine lay peacefully at anchor upon the bosom of the
still, mirror-like surface of the harbor.
</p>

<p>
The surrounding shores were beautiful with semitropical verdure, while in the
distance the country rose from the ocean in hill and tableland, almost
uniformly clothed by primeval forest.
</p>

<p>
No signs of habitation were visible, but that the land might easily support
human life was evidenced by the abundant bird and animal life of which the
watchers on the <i>Fuwalda&rsquo;s</i> deck caught occasional glimpses, as well as by
the shimmer of a little river which emptied into the harbor, insuring fresh
water in plenitude.
</p>

<p>
As darkness settled upon the earth, Clayton and Lady Alice still stood by the
ship&rsquo;s rail in silent contemplation of their future abode. From the dark
shadows of the mighty forest came the wild calls of savage beasts&mdash;the
deep roar of the lion, and, occasionally, the shrill scream of a panther.
</p>

<p>
The woman shrank closer to the man in terror-stricken anticipation of the
horrors lying in wait for them in the awful blackness of the nights to come,
when they should be alone upon that wild and lonely shore.
</p>

<p>
Later in the evening Black Michael joined them long enough to instruct them to
make their preparations for landing on the morrow. They tried to persuade him
to take them to some more hospitable coast near enough to civilization so that
they might hope to fall into friendly hands. But no pleas, or threats, or
promises of reward could move him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am the only man aboard who would not rather see ye both safely dead,
and, while I know that&rsquo;s the sensible way to make sure of our own necks,
yet Black Michael&rsquo;s not the man to forget a favor. Ye saved my life once,
and in return I&rsquo;m goin&rsquo; to spare yours, but that&rsquo;s all I can
do.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The men won&rsquo;t stand for any more, and if we don&rsquo;t get ye
landed pretty quick they may even change their minds about giving ye that much
show. I&rsquo;ll put all yer stuff ashore with ye as well as cookin&rsquo;
utensils an&rsquo; some old sails for tents, an&rsquo; enough grub to last ye
until ye can find fruit and game.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;With yer guns for protection, ye ought to be able to live here easy
enough until help comes. When I get safely hid away I&rsquo;ll see to it that
the British gover&rsquo;ment learns about where ye be; for the life of me I
couldn&rsquo;t tell &rsquo;em exactly where, for I don&rsquo;t know myself. But
they&rsquo;ll find ye all right.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
After he had left them they went silently below, each wrapped in gloomy
forebodings.
</p>

<p>
Clayton did not believe that Black Michael had the slightest intention of
notifying the British government of their whereabouts, nor was he any too sure
but that some treachery was contemplated for the following day when they should
be on shore with the sailors who would have to accompany them with their
belongings.
</p>

<p>
Once out of Black Michael&rsquo;s sight any of the men might strike them down,
and still leave Black Michael&rsquo;s conscience clear.
</p>

<p>
And even should they escape that fate was it not but to be faced with far
graver dangers? Alone, he might hope to survive for years; for he was a strong,
athletic man.
</p>

<p>
But what of Alice, and that other little life so soon to be launched amidst the
hardships and grave dangers of a primeval world?
</p>

<p>
The man shuddered as he meditated upon the awful gravity, the fearful
helplessness, of their situation. But it was a merciful Providence which
prevented him from foreseeing the hideous reality which awaited them in the
grim depths of that gloomy wood.
</p>

<p>
Early next morning their numerous chests and boxes were hoisted on deck and
lowered to waiting small boats for transportation to shore.
</p>

<p>
There was a great quantity and variety of stuff, as the Claytons had expected a
possible five to eight years&rsquo; residence in their new home. Thus, in
addition to the many necessities they had brought, there were also many
luxuries.
</p>

<p>
Black Michael was determined that nothing belonging to the Claytons should be
left on board. Whether out of compassion for them, or in furtherance of his own
self-interests, it would be difficult to say.
</p>

<p>
There was no question but that the presence of property of a missing British
official upon a suspicious vessel would have been a difficult thing to explain
in any civilized port in the world.
</p>

<p>
So zealous was he in his efforts to carry out his intentions that he insisted
upon the return of Clayton&rsquo;s revolvers to him by the sailors in whose
possession they were.
</p>

<p>
Into the small boats were also loaded salt meats and biscuit, with a small
supply of potatoes and beans, matches, and cooking vessels, a chest of tools,
and the old sails which Black Michael had promised them.
</p>

<p>
As though himself fearing the very thing which Clayton had suspected, Black
Michael accompanied them to shore, and was the last to leave them when the
small boats, having filled the ship&rsquo;s casks with fresh water, were pushed
out toward the waiting <i>Fuwalda</i>.
</p>

<p>
As the boats moved slowly over the smooth waters of the bay, Clayton and his
wife stood silently watching their departure&mdash;in the breasts of both a
feeling of impending disaster and utter hopelessness.
</p>

<p>
And behind them, over the edge of a low ridge, other eyes watched&mdash;close
set, wicked eyes, gleaming beneath shaggy brows.
</p>

<p>
As the <i>Fuwalda</i> passed through the narrow entrance to the harbor and out of
sight behind a projecting point, Lady Alice threw her arms about
Clayton&rsquo;s neck and burst into uncontrolled sobs.
</p>

<p>
Bravely had she faced the dangers of the mutiny; with heroic fortitude she had
looked into the terrible future; but now that the horror of absolute solitude
was upon them, her overwrought nerves gave way, and the reaction came.
</p>

<p>
He did not attempt to check her tears. It were better that nature have her way
in relieving these long-pent emotions, and it was many minutes before the
girl&mdash;little more than a child she was&mdash;could again gain mastery of
herself.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, John,&rdquo; she cried at last, &ldquo;the horror of it. What are we
to do? What are we to do?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is but one thing to do, Alice,&rdquo; and he spoke as quietly as
though they were sitting in their snug living room at home, &ldquo;and that is
work. Work must be our salvation. We must not give ourselves time to think, for
in that direction lies madness.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We must work and wait. I am sure that relief will come, and come
quickly, when once it is apparent that the <i>Fuwalda</i> has been lost, even though
Black Michael does not keep his word to us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But John, if it were only you and I,&rdquo; she sobbed, &ldquo;we could
endure it I know; but&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, dear,&rdquo; he answered, gently, &ldquo;I have been thinking of
that, also; but we must face it, as we must face whatever comes, bravely and
with the utmost confidence in our ability to cope with circumstances whatever
they may be.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hundreds of thousands of years ago our ancestors of the dim and distant
past faced the same problems which we must face, possibly in these same
primeval forests. That we are here today evidences their victory.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What they did may we not do? And even better, for are we not armed with
ages of superior knowledge, and have we not the means of protection, defense,
and sustenance which science has given us, but of which they were totally
ignorant? What they accomplished, Alice, with instruments and weapons of stone
and bone, surely that may we accomplish also.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, John, I wish that I might be a man with a man&rsquo;s philosophy,
but I am but a woman, seeing with my heart rather than my head, and all that I
can see is too horrible, too unthinkable to put into words.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I only hope you are right, John. I will do my best to be a brave
primeval woman, a fit mate for the primeval man.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton&rsquo;s first thought was to arrange a sleeping shelter for the night;
something which might serve to protect them from prowling beasts of prey.
</p>

<p>
He opened the box containing his rifles and ammunition, that they might both be
armed against possible attack while at work, and then together they sought a
location for their first night&rsquo;s sleeping place.
</p>

<p>
A hundred yards from the beach was a little level spot, fairly free of trees;
here they decided eventually to build a permanent house, but for the time being
they both thought it best to construct a little platform in the trees out of
reach of the larger of the savage beasts in whose realm they were.
</p>

<p>
To this end Clayton selected four trees which formed a rectangle about eight
feet square, and cutting long branches from other trees he constructed a
framework around them, about ten feet from the ground, fastening the ends of
the branches securely to the trees by means of rope, a quantity of which Black
Michael had furnished him from the hold of the <i>Fuwalda</i>.
</p>

<p>
Across this framework Clayton placed other smaller branches quite close
together. This platform he paved with the huge fronds of elephant&rsquo;s ear
which grew in profusion about them, and over the fronds he laid a great sail
folded into several thicknesses.
</p>

<p>
Seven feet higher he constructed a similar, though lighter platform to serve as
roof, and from the sides of this he suspended the balance of his sailcloth for
walls.
</p>

<p>
When completed he had a rather snug little nest, to which he carried their
blankets and some of the lighter luggage.
</p>

<p>
It was now late in the afternoon, and the balance of the daylight hours were
devoted to the building of a rude ladder by means of which Lady Alice could
mount to her new home.
</p>

<p>
All during the day the forest about them had been filled with excited birds of
brilliant plumage, and dancing, chattering monkeys, who watched these new
arrivals and their wonderful nest building operations with every mark of
keenest interest and fascination.
</p>

<p>
Notwithstanding that both Clayton and his wife kept a sharp lookout they saw
nothing of larger animals, though on two occasions they had seen their little
simian neighbors come screaming and chattering from the near-by ridge, casting
frightened glances back over their little shoulders, and evincing as plainly as
though by speech that they were fleeing some terrible thing which lay concealed
there.
</p>

<p>
Just before dusk Clayton finished his ladder, and, filling a great basin with
water from the near-by stream, the two mounted to the comparative safety of
their aerial chamber.
</p>

<p>
As it was quite warm, Clayton had left the side curtains thrown back over the
roof, and as they sat, like Turks, upon their blankets, Lady Alice, straining
her eyes into the darkening shadows of the wood, suddenly reached out and
grasped Clayton&rsquo;s arms.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;John,&rdquo; she whispered, &ldquo;look! What is it, a man?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
As Clayton turned his eyes in the direction she indicated, he saw silhouetted
dimly against the shadows beyond, a great figure standing upright upon the
ridge.
</p>

<p>
For a moment it stood as though listening and then turned slowly, and melted
into the shadows of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What is it, John?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know, Alice,&rdquo; he answered gravely, &ldquo;it is too dark
to see so far, and it may have been but a shadow cast by the rising
moon.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, John, if it was not a man it was some huge and grotesque mockery of
man. Oh, I am afraid.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He gathered her in his arms, whispering words of courage and love into her
ears.
</p>

<p>
Soon after, he lowered the curtain walls, tying them securely to the trees so
that, except for a little opening toward the beach, they were entirely
enclosed.
</p>

<p>
As it was now pitch dark within their tiny aerie they lay down upon their
blankets to try to gain, through sleep, a brief respite of forgetfulness.
</p>

<p>
Clayton lay facing the opening at the front, a rifle and a brace of revolvers
at his hand.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had they closed their eyes than the terrifying cry of a panther rang
out from the jungle behind them. Closer and closer it came until they could
hear the great beast directly beneath them. For an hour or more they heard it
sniffing and clawing at the trees which supported their platform, but at last
it roamed away across the beach, where Clayton could see it clearly in the
brilliant moonlight&mdash;a great, handsome beast, the largest he had ever
seen.
</p>

<p>
During the long hours of darkness they caught but fitful snatches of sleep, for
the night noises of a great jungle teeming with myriad animal life kept their
overwrought nerves on edge, so that a hundred times they were startled to
wakefulness by piercing screams, or the stealthy moving of great bodies beneath
them.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap03"></a>CHAPTER III.<br >
Life and Death</h2>

<p>
Morning found them but little, if at all refreshed, though it was with a
feeling of intense relief that they saw the day dawn.
</p>

<p>
As soon as they had made their meager breakfast of salt pork, coffee and
biscuit, Clayton commenced work upon their house, for he realized that they
could hope for no safety and no peace of mind at night until four strong walls
effectually barred the jungle life from them.
</p>

<p>
The task was an arduous one and required the better part of a month, though he
built but one small room. He constructed his cabin of small logs about six
inches in diameter, stopping the chinks with clay which he found at the depth
of a few feet beneath the surface soil.
</p>

<p>
At one end he built a fireplace of small stones from the beach. These also he
set in clay and when the house had been entirely completed he applied a coating
of the clay to the entire outside surface to the thickness of four inches.
</p>

<p>
In the window opening he set small branches about an inch in diameter both
vertically and horizontally, and so woven that they formed a substantial
grating that could withstand the strength of a powerful animal. Thus they
obtained air and proper ventilation without fear of lessening the safety of
their cabin.
</p>

<p>
The A-shaped roof was thatched with small branches laid close together and over
these long jungle grass and palm fronds, with a final coating of clay.
</p>

<p>
The door he built of pieces of the packing-boxes which had held their
belongings, nailing one piece upon another, the grain of contiguous layers
running transversely, until he had a solid body some three inches thick and of
such great strength that they were both moved to laughter as they gazed upon
it.
</p>

<p>
Here the greatest difficulty confronted Clayton, for he had no means whereby to
hang his massive door now that he had built it. After two days&rsquo; work,
however, he succeeded in fashioning two massive hardwood hinges, and with these
he hung the door so that it opened and closed easily.
</p>

<p>
The stuccoing and other final touches were added after they moved into the
house, which they had done as soon as the roof was on, piling their boxes
before the door at night and thus having a comparatively safe and comfortable
habitation.
</p>

<p>
The building of a bed, chairs, table, and shelves was a relatively easy matter,
so that by the end of the second month they were well settled, and, but for the
constant dread of attack by wild beasts and the ever growing loneliness, they
were not uncomfortable or unhappy.
</p>

<p>
At night great beasts snarled and roared about their tiny cabin, but, so
accustomed may one become to oft repeated noises, that soon they paid little
attention to them, sleeping soundly the whole night through.
</p>

<p>
Thrice had they caught fleeting glimpses of great man-like figures like that of
the first night, but never at sufficiently close range to know positively
whether the half-seen forms were those of man or brute.
</p>

<p>
The brilliant birds and the little monkeys had become accustomed to their new
acquaintances, and as they had evidently never seen human beings before they
presently, after their first fright had worn off, approached closer and closer,
impelled by that strange curiosity which dominates the wild creatures of the
forest and the jungle and the plain, so that within the first month several of
the birds had gone so far as even to accept morsels of food from the friendly
hands of the Claytons.
</p>

<p>
One afternoon, while Clayton was working upon an addition to their cabin, for
he contemplated building several more rooms, a number of their grotesque little
friends came shrieking and scolding through the trees from the direction of the
ridge. Ever as they fled they cast fearful glances back of them, and finally
they stopped near Clayton jabbering excitedly to him as though to warn him of
approaching danger.
</p>

<p>
At last he saw it, the thing the little monkeys so feared&mdash;the man-brute
of which the Claytons had caught occasional fleeting glimpses.
</p>

<p>
It was approaching through the jungle in a semi-erect position, now and then
placing the backs of its closed fists upon the ground&mdash;a great anthropoid
ape, and, as it advanced, it emitted deep guttural growls and an occasional low
barking sound.
</p>

<p>
Clayton was at some distance from the cabin, having come to fell a particularly
perfect tree for his building operations. Grown careless from months of
continued safety, during which time he had seen no dangerous animals during the
daylight hours, he had left his rifles and revolvers all within the little
cabin, and now that he saw the great ape crashing through the underbrush
directly toward him, and from a direction which practically cut him off from
escape, he felt a vague little shiver play up and down his spine.
</p>

<p>
He knew that, armed only with an ax, his chances with this ferocious monster
were small indeed&mdash;and Alice; O God, he thought, what will become of
Alice?
</p>

<p>
There was yet a slight chance of reaching the cabin. He turned and ran toward
it, shouting an alarm to his wife to run in and close the great door in case
the ape cut off his retreat.
</p>

<p>
Lady Greystoke had been sitting a little way from the cabin, and when she heard
his cry she looked up to see the ape springing with almost incredible
swiftness, for so large and awkward an animal, in an effort to head off
Clayton.
</p>

<p>
With a low cry she sprang toward the cabin, and, as she entered, gave a
backward glance which filled her soul with terror, for the brute had
intercepted her husband, who now stood at bay grasping his ax with both hands
ready to swing it upon the infuriated animal when he should make his final
charge.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Close and bolt the door, Alice,&rdquo; cried Clayton. &ldquo;I can
finish this fellow with my ax.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But he knew he was facing a horrible death, and so did she.
</p>

<p>
The ape was a great bull, weighing probably three hundred pounds. His nasty,
close-set eyes gleamed hatred from beneath his shaggy brows, while his great
canine fangs were bared in a horrid snarl as he paused a moment before his
prey.
</p>

<p>
Over the brute&rsquo;s shoulder Clayton could see the doorway of his cabin, not
twenty paces distant, and a great wave of horror and fear swept over him as he
saw his young wife emerge, armed with one of his rifles.
</p>

<p>
She had always been afraid of firearms, and would never touch them, but now she
rushed toward the ape with the fearlessness of a lioness protecting its young.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Back, Alice,&rdquo; shouted Clayton, &ldquo;for God&rsquo;s sake, go
back.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But she would not heed, and just then the ape charged, so that Clayton could
say no more.
</p>

<p>
The man swung his ax with all his mighty strength, but the powerful brute
seized it in those terrible hands, and tearing it from Clayton&rsquo;s grasp
hurled it far to one side.
</p>

<p>
With an ugly snarl he closed upon his defenseless victim, but ere his fangs had
reached the throat they thirsted for, there was a sharp report and a bullet
entered the ape&rsquo;s back between his shoulders.
</p>

<p>
Throwing Clayton to the ground the beast turned upon his new enemy. There
before him stood the terrified girl vainly trying to fire another bullet into
the animal&rsquo;s body; but she did not understand the mechanism of the
firearm, and the hammer fell futilely upon an empty cartridge.
</p>

<p>
Almost simultaneously Clayton regained his feet, and without thought of the
utter hopelessness of it, he rushed forward to drag the ape from his
wife&rsquo;s prostrate form.
</p>

<p>
With little or no effort he succeeded, and the great bulk rolled inertly upon
the turf before him&mdash;the ape was dead. The bullet had done its work.
</p>

<p>
A hasty examination of his wife revealed no marks upon her, and Clayton decided
that the huge brute had died the instant he had sprung toward Alice.
</p>

<p>
Gently he lifted his wife&rsquo;s still unconscious form, and bore her to the
little cabin, but it was fully two hours before she regained consciousness.
</p>

<p>
Her first words filled Clayton with vague apprehension. For some time after
regaining her senses, Alice gazed wonderingly about the interior of the little
cabin, and then, with a satisfied sigh, said:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;O, John, it is so good to be really home! I have had an awful dream,
dear. I thought we were no longer in London, but in some horrible place where
great beasts attacked us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There, there, Alice,&rdquo; he said, stroking her forehead, &ldquo;try
to sleep again, and do not worry your head about bad dreams.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
That night a little son was born in the tiny cabin beside the primeval forest,
while a leopard screamed before the door, and the deep notes of a lion&rsquo;s
roar sounded from beyond the ridge.
</p>

<p>
Lady Greystoke never recovered from the shock of the great ape&rsquo;s attack,
and, though she lived for a year after her baby was born, she was never again
outside the cabin, nor did she ever fully realize that she was not in England.
</p>

<p>
Sometimes she would question Clayton as to the strange noises of the nights;
the absence of servants and friends, and the strange rudeness of the
furnishings within her room, but, though he made no effort to deceive her,
never could she grasp the meaning of it all.
</p>

<p>
In other ways she was quite rational, and the joy and happiness she took in the
possession of her little son and the constant attentions of her husband made
that year a very happy one for her, the happiest of her young life.
</p>

<p>
That it would have been beset by worries and apprehension had she been in full
command of her mental faculties Clayton well knew; so that while he suffered
terribly to see her so, there were times when he was almost glad, for her sake,
that she could not understand.
</p>

<p>
Long since had he given up any hope of rescue, except through accident. With
unremitting zeal he had worked to beautify the interior of the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Skins of lion and panther covered the floor. Cupboards and bookcases lined the
walls. Odd vases made by his own hand from the clay of the region held
beautiful tropical flowers. Curtains of grass and bamboo covered the windows,
and, most arduous task of all, with his meager assortment of tools he had
fashioned lumber to neatly seal the walls and ceiling and lay a smooth floor
within the cabin.
</p>

<p>
That he had been able to turn his hands at all to such unaccustomed labor was a
source of mild wonder to him. But he loved the work because it was for her and
the tiny life that had come to cheer them, though adding a hundredfold to his
responsibilities and to the terribleness of their situation.
</p>

<p>
During the year that followed, Clayton was several times attacked by the great
apes which now seemed to continually infest the vicinity of the cabin; but as
he never again ventured outside without both rifle and revolvers he had little
fear of the huge beasts.
</p>

<p>
He had strengthened the window protections and fitted a unique wooden lock to
the cabin door, so that when he hunted for game and fruits, as it was
constantly necessary for him to do to insure sustenance, he had no fear that
any animal could break into the little home.
</p>

<p>
At first he shot much of the game from the cabin windows, but toward the end
the animals learned to fear the strange lair from whence issued the terrifying
thunder of his rifle.
</p>

<p>
In his leisure Clayton read, often aloud to his wife, from the store of books
he had brought for their new home. Among these were many for little
children&mdash;picture books, primers, readers&mdash;for they had known that
their little child would be old enough for such before they might hope to
return to England.
</p>

<p>
At other times Clayton wrote in his diary, which he had always been accustomed
to keep in French, and in which he recorded the details of their strange life.
This book he kept locked in a little metal box.
</p>

<p>
A year from the day her little son was born Lady Alice passed quietly away in
the night. So peaceful was her end that it was hours before Clayton could awake
to a realization that his wife was dead.
</p>

<p>
The horror of the situation came to him very slowly, and it is doubtful that he
ever fully realized the enormity of his sorrow and the fearful responsibility
that had devolved upon him with the care of that wee thing, his son, still a
nursing babe.
</p>

<p>
The last entry in his diary was made the morning following her death, and there
he recites the sad details in a matter-of-fact way that adds to the pathos of
it; for it breathes a tired apathy born of long sorrow and hopelessness, which
even this cruel blow could scarcely awake to further suffering:
</p>

<p class="poem">
My little son is crying for nourishment&mdash;O Alice, Alice, what shall I do?
</p>

<p>
And as John Clayton wrote the last words his hand was destined ever to pen, he
dropped his head wearily upon his outstretched arms where they rested upon the
table he had built for her who lay still and cold in the bed beside him.
</p>

<p>
For a long time no sound broke the deathlike stillness of the jungle midday
save the piteous wailing of the tiny man-child.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap04"></a>CHAPTER IV.<br >
The Apes</h2>

<p>
In the forest of the table-land a mile back from the ocean old Kerchak the Ape
was on a rampage of rage among his people.
</p>

<p>
The younger and lighter members of his tribe scampered to the higher branches
of the great trees to escape his wrath; risking their lives upon branches that
scarce supported their weight rather than face old Kerchak in one of his fits
of uncontrolled anger.
</p>

<p>
The other males scattered in all directions, but not before the infuriated
brute had felt the vertebra of one snap between his great, foaming jaws.
</p>

<p>
A luckless young female slipped from an insecure hold upon a high branch and
came crashing to the ground almost at Kerchak&rsquo;s feet.
</p>

<p>
With a wild scream he was upon her, tearing a great piece from her side with
his mighty teeth, and striking her viciously upon her head and shoulders with a
broken tree limb until her skull was crushed to a jelly.
</p>

<p>
And then he spied Kala, who, returning from a search for food with her young
babe, was ignorant of the state of the mighty male&rsquo;s temper until
suddenly the shrill warnings of her fellows caused her to scamper madly for
safety.
</p>

<p>
But Kerchak was close upon her, so close that he had almost grasped her ankle
had she not made a furious leap far into space from one tree to another&mdash;a
perilous chance which apes seldom if ever take, unless so closely pursued by
danger that there is no alternative.
</p>

<p>
She made the leap successfully, but as she grasped the limb of the further tree
the sudden jar loosened the hold of the tiny babe where it clung frantically to
her neck, and she saw the little thing hurled, turning and twisting, to the
ground thirty feet below.
</p>

<p>
With a low cry of dismay Kala rushed headlong to its side, thoughtless now of
the danger from Kerchak; but when she gathered the wee, mangled form to her
bosom life had left it.
</p>

<p>
With low moans, she sat cuddling the body to her; nor did Kerchak attempt to
molest her. With the death of the babe his fit of demoniacal rage passed as
suddenly as it had seized him.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak was a huge king ape, weighing perhaps three hundred and fifty pounds.
His forehead was extremely low and receding, his eyes bloodshot, small and
close set to his coarse, flat nose; his ears large and thin, but smaller than
most of his kind.
</p>

<p>
His awful temper and his mighty strength made him supreme among the little
tribe into which he had been born some twenty years before.
</p>

<p>
Now that he was in his prime, there was no simian in all the mighty forest
through which he roved that dared contest his right to rule, nor did the other
and larger animals molest him.
</p>

<p>
Old Tantor, the elephant, alone of all the wild savage life, feared him
not&mdash;and he alone did Kerchak fear. When Tantor trumpeted, the great ape
scurried with his fellows high among the trees of the second terrace.
</p>

<p>
The tribe of anthropoids over which Kerchak ruled with an iron hand and bared
fangs, numbered some six or eight families, each family consisting of an adult
male with his females and their young, numbering in all some sixty or seventy
apes.
</p>

<p>
Kala was the youngest mate of a male called Tublat, meaning broken nose, and
the child she had seen dashed to death was her first; for she was but nine or
ten years old.
</p>

<p>
Notwithstanding her youth, she was large and powerful&mdash;a splendid,
clean-limbed animal, with a round, high forehead, which denoted more
intelligence than most of her kind possessed. So, also, she had a great
capacity for mother love and mother sorrow.
</p>

<p>
But she was still an ape, a huge, fierce, terrible beast of a species closely
allied to the gorilla, yet more intelligent; which, with the strength of their
cousin, made her kind the most fearsome of those awe-inspiring progenitors of
man.
</p>

<p>
When the tribe saw that Kerchak&rsquo;s rage had ceased they came slowly down
from their arboreal retreats and pursued again the various occupations which he
had interrupted.
</p>

<p>
The young played and frolicked about among the trees and bushes. Some of the
adults lay prone upon the soft mat of dead and decaying vegetation which
covered the ground, while others turned over pieces of fallen branches and
clods of earth in search of the small bugs and reptiles which formed a part of
their food.
</p>

<p>
Others, again, searched the surrounding trees for fruit, nuts, small birds, and
eggs.
</p>

<p>
They had passed an hour or so thus when Kerchak called them together, and, with
a word of command to them to follow him, set off toward the sea.
</p>

<p>
They traveled for the most part upon the ground, where it was open, following
the path of the great elephants whose comings and goings break the only roads
through those tangled mazes of bush, vine, creeper, and tree. When they walked
it was with a rolling, awkward motion, placing the knuckles of their closed
hands upon the ground and swinging their ungainly bodies forward.
</p>

<p>
But when the way was through the lower trees they moved more swiftly, swinging
from branch to branch with the agility of their smaller cousins, the monkeys.
And all the way Kala carried her little dead baby hugged closely to her breast.
</p>

<p>
It was shortly after noon when they reached a ridge overlooking the beach where
below them lay the tiny cottage which was Kerchak&rsquo;s goal.
</p>

<p>
He had seen many of his kind go to their deaths before the loud noise made by
the little black stick in the hands of the strange white ape who lived in that
wonderful lair, and Kerchak had made up his brute mind to own that
death-dealing contrivance, and to explore the interior of the mysterious den.
</p>

<p>
He wanted, very, very much, to feel his teeth sink into the neck of the queer
animal that he had learned to hate and fear, and because of this, he came often
with his tribe to reconnoiter, waiting for a time when the white ape should be
off his guard.
</p>

<p>
Of late they had quit attacking, or even showing themselves; for every time
they had done so in the past the little stick had roared out its terrible
message of death to some member of the tribe.
</p>

<p>
Today there was no sign of the man about, and from where they watched they
could see that the cabin door was open. Slowly, cautiously, and noiselessly
they crept through the jungle toward the little cabin.
</p>

<p>
There were no growls, no fierce screams of rage&mdash;the little black stick
had taught them to come quietly lest they awaken it.
</p>

<p>
On, on they came until Kerchak himself slunk stealthily to the very door and
peered within. Behind him were two males, and then Kala, closely straining the
little dead form to her breast.
</p>

<p>
Inside the den they saw the strange white ape lying half across a table, his
head buried in his arms; and on the bed lay a figure covered by a sailcloth,
while from a tiny rustic cradle came the plaintive wailing of a babe.
</p>

<p>
Noiselessly Kerchak entered, crouching for the charge; and then John Clayton
rose with a sudden start and faced them.
</p>

<p>
The sight that met his eyes must have frozen him with horror, for there, within
the door, stood three great bull apes, while behind them crowded many more; how
many he never knew, for his revolvers were hanging on the far wall beside his
rifle, and Kerchak was charging.
</p>

<p>
When the king ape released the limp form which had been John Clayton, Lord
Greystoke, he turned his attention toward the little cradle; but Kala was there
before him, and when he would have grasped the child she snatched it herself,
and before he could intercept her she had bolted through the door and taken
refuge in a high tree.
</p>

<p>
As she took up the little live baby of Alice Clayton she dropped the dead body
of her own into the empty cradle; for the wail of the living had answered the
call of universal motherhood within her wild breast which the dead could not
still.
</p>

<p>
High up among the branches of a mighty tree she hugged the shrieking infant to
her bosom, and soon the instinct that was as dominant in this fierce female as
it had been in the breast of his tender and beautiful mother&mdash;the instinct
of mother love&mdash;reached out to the tiny man-child&rsquo;s half-formed
understanding, and he became quiet.
</p>

<p>
Then hunger closed the gap between them, and the son of an English lord and an
English lady nursed at the breast of Kala, the great ape.
</p>

<p>
In the meantime the beasts within the cabin were warily examining the contents
of this strange lair.
</p>

<p>
Once satisfied that Clayton was dead, Kerchak turned his attention to the thing
which lay upon the bed, covered by a piece of sailcloth.
</p>

<p>
Gingerly he lifted one corner of the shroud, but when he saw the body of the
woman beneath he tore the cloth roughly from her form and seized the still,
white throat in his huge, hairy hands.
</p>

<p>
A moment he let his fingers sink deep into the cold flesh, and then, realizing
that she was already dead, he turned from her, to examine the contents of the
room; nor did he again molest the body of either Lady Alice or Sir John.
</p>

<p>
The rifle hanging upon the wall caught his first attention; it was for this
strange, death-dealing thunder-stick that he had yearned for months; but now
that it was within his grasp he scarcely had the temerity to seize it.
</p>

<p>
Cautiously he approached the thing, ready to flee precipitately should it speak
in its deep roaring tones, as he had heard it speak before, the last words to
those of his kind who, through ignorance or rashness, had attacked the
wonderful white ape that had borne it.
</p>

<p>
Deep in the beast&rsquo;s intelligence was something which assured him that the
thunder-stick was only dangerous when in the hands of one who could manipulate
it, but yet it was several minutes ere he could bring himself to touch it.
</p>

<p>
Instead, he walked back and forth along the floor before it, turning his head
so that never once did his eyes leave the object of his desire.
</p>

<p>
Using his long arms as a man uses crutches, and rolling his huge carcass from
side to side with each stride, the great king ape paced to and fro, uttering
deep growls, occasionally punctuated with the ear-piercing scream, than which
there is no more terrifying noise in all the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Presently he halted before the rifle. Slowly he raised a huge hand until it
almost touched the shining barrel, only to withdraw it once more and continue
his hurried pacing.
</p>

<p>
It was as though the great brute by this show of fearlessness, and through the
medium of his wild voice, was endeavoring to bolster up his courage to the
point which would permit him to take the rifle in his hand.
</p>

<p>
Again he stopped, and this time succeeded in forcing his reluctant hand to the
cold steel, only to snatch it away almost immediately and resume his restless
beat.
</p>

<p>
Time after time this strange ceremony was repeated, but on each occasion with
increased confidence, until, finally, the rifle was torn from its hook and lay
in the grasp of the great brute.
</p>

<p>
Finding that it harmed him not, Kerchak began to examine it closely. He felt of
it from end to end, peered down the black depths of the muzzle, fingered the
sights, the breech, the stock, and finally the trigger.
</p>

<p>
During all these operations the apes who had entered sat huddled near the door
watching their chief, while those outside strained and crowded to catch a
glimpse of what transpired within.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly Kerchak&rsquo;s finger closed upon the trigger. There was a deafening
roar in the little room and the apes at and beyond the door fell over one
another in their wild anxiety to escape.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak was equally frightened, so frightened, in fact, that he quite forgot to
throw aside the author of that fearful noise, but bolted for the door with it
tightly clutched in one hand.
</p>

<p>
As he passed through the opening, the front sight of the rifle caught upon the
edge of the inswung door with sufficient force to close it tightly after the
fleeing ape.
</p>

<p>
When Kerchak came to a halt a short distance from the cabin and discovered that
he still held the rifle, he dropped it as he might have dropped a red hot iron,
nor did he again attempt to recover it&mdash;the noise was too much for his
brute nerves; but he was now quite convinced that the terrible stick was quite
harmless by itself if left alone.
</p>

<p>
It was an hour before the apes could again bring themselves to approach the
cabin to continue their investigations, and when they finally did so, they
found to their chagrin that the door was closed and so securely fastened that
they could not force it.
</p>

<p>
The cleverly constructed latch which Clayton had made for the door had sprung
as Kerchak passed out; nor could the apes find means of ingress through the
heavily barred windows.
</p>

<p>
After roaming about the vicinity for a short time, they started back for the
deeper forests and the higher land from whence they had come.
</p>

<p>
Kala had not once come to earth with her little adopted babe, but now Kerchak
called to her to descend with the rest, and as there was no note of anger in
his voice she dropped lightly from branch to branch and joined the others on
their homeward march.
</p>

<p>
Those of the apes who attempted to examine Kala&rsquo;s strange baby were
repulsed with bared fangs and low menacing growls, accompanied by words of
warning from Kala.
</p>

<p>
When they assured her that they meant the child no harm she permitted them to
come close, but would not allow them to touch her charge.
</p>

<p>
It was as though she knew that her baby was frail and delicate and feared lest
the rough hands of her fellows might injure the little thing.
</p>

<p>
Another thing she did, and which made traveling an onerous trial for her.
Remembering the death of her own little one, she clung desperately to the new
babe, with one hand, whenever they were upon the march.
</p>

<p>
The other young rode upon their mothers&rsquo; backs; their little arms tightly
clasping the hairy necks before them, while their legs were locked beneath
their mothers&rsquo; armpits.
</p>

<p>
Not so with Kala; she held the small form of the little Lord Greystoke tightly
to her breast, where the dainty hands clutched the long black hair which
covered that portion of her body. She had seen one child fall from her back to
a terrible death, and she would take no further chances with this.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap05"></a>CHAPTER V.<br >
The White Ape</h2>

<p>
Tenderly Kala nursed her little waif, wondering silently why it did not gain
strength and agility as did the little apes of other mothers. It was nearly a
year from the time the little fellow came into her possession before he would
walk alone, and as for climbing&mdash;my, but how stupid he was!
</p>

<p>
Kala sometimes talked with the older females about her young hopeful, but none
of them could understand how a child could be so slow and backward in learning
to care for itself. Why, it could not even find food alone, and more than
twelve moons had passed since Kala had come upon it.
</p>

<p>
Had they known that the child had seen thirteen moons before it had come into
Kala&rsquo;s possession they would have considered its case as absolutely
hopeless, for the little apes of their own tribe were as far advanced in two or
three moons as was this little stranger after twenty-five.
</p>

<p>
Tublat, Kala&rsquo;s husband, was sorely vexed, and but for the female&rsquo;s
careful watching would have put the child out of the way.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He will never be a great ape,&rdquo; he argued. &ldquo;Always will you
have to carry him and protect him. What good will he be to the tribe? None;
only a burden.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Let us leave him quietly sleeping among the tall grasses, that you may
bear other and stronger apes to guard us in our old age.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Never, Broken Nose,&rdquo; replied Kala. &ldquo;If I must carry him
forever, so be it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And then Tublat went to Kerchak to urge him to use his authority with Kala, and
force her to give up little Tarzan, which was the name they had given to the
tiny Lord Greystoke, and which meant &ldquo;White-Skin.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But when Kerchak spoke to her about it Kala threatened to run away from the
tribe if they did not leave her in peace with the child; and as this is one of
the inalienable rights of the jungle folk, if they be dissatisfied among their
own people, they bothered her no more, for Kala was a fine clean-limbed young
female, and they did not wish to lose her.
</p>

<p>
As Tarzan grew he made more rapid strides, so that by the time he was ten years
old he was an excellent climber, and on the ground could do many wonderful
things which were beyond the powers of his little brothers and sisters.
</p>

<p>
In many ways did he differ from them, and they often marveled at his superior
cunning, but in strength and size he was deficient; for at ten the great
anthropoids were fully grown, some of them towering over six feet in height,
while little Tarzan was still but a half-grown boy.
</p>

<p>
Yet such a boy!
</p>

<p>
From early childhood he had used his hands to swing from branch to branch after
the manner of his giant mother, and as he grew older he spent hour upon hour
daily speeding through the tree tops with his brothers and sisters.
</p>

<p>
He could spring twenty feet across space at the dizzy heights of the forest
top, and grasp with unerring precision, and without apparent jar, a limb waving
wildly in the path of an approaching tornado.
</p>

<p>
He could drop twenty feet at a stretch from limb to limb in rapid descent to
the ground, or he could gain the utmost pinnacle of the loftiest tropical giant
with the ease and swiftness of a squirrel.
</p>

<p>
Though but ten years old he was fully as strong as the average man of thirty,
and far more agile than the most practiced athlete ever becomes. And day by day
his strength was increasing.
</p>

<p>
His life among these fierce apes had been happy; for his recollection held no
other life, nor did he know that there existed within the universe aught else
than his little forest and the wild jungle animals with which he was familiar.
</p>

<p>
He was nearly ten before he commenced to realize that a great difference
existed between himself and his fellows. His little body, burned brown by
exposure, suddenly caused him feelings of intense shame, for he realized that
it was entirely hairless, like some low snake, or other reptile.
</p>

<p>
He attempted to obviate this by plastering himself from head to foot with mud,
but this dried and fell off. Besides it felt so uncomfortable that he quickly
decided that he preferred the shame to the discomfort.
</p>

<p>
In the higher land which his tribe frequented was a little lake, and it was
here that Tarzan first saw his face in the clear, still waters of its bosom.
</p>

<p>
It was on a sultry day of the dry season that he and one of his cousins had
gone down to the bank to drink. As they leaned over, both little faces were
mirrored on the placid pool; the fierce and terrible features of the ape beside
those of the aristocratic scion of an old English house.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was appalled. It had been bad enough to be hairless, but to own such a
countenance! He wondered that the other apes could look at him at all.
</p>

<p>
That tiny slit of a mouth and those puny white teeth! How they looked beside
the mighty lips and powerful fangs of his more fortunate brothers!
</p>

<p>
And the little pinched nose of his; so thin was it that it looked half starved.
He turned red as he compared it with the beautiful broad nostrils of his
companion. Such a generous nose! Why it spread half across his face! It
certainly must be fine to be so handsome, thought poor little Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
But when he saw his own eyes; ah, that was the final blow&mdash;a brown spot, a
gray circle and then blank whiteness! Frightful! not even the snakes had such
hideous eyes as he.
</p>

<p>
So intent was he upon this personal appraisement of his features that he did
not hear the parting of the tall grass behind him as a great body pushed itself
stealthily through the jungle; nor did his companion, the ape, hear either, for
he was drinking and the noise of his sucking lips and gurgles of satisfaction
drowned the quiet approach of the intruder.
</p>

<p>
Not thirty paces behind the two she crouched&mdash;Sabor, the huge
lioness&mdash;lashing her tail. Cautiously she moved a great padded paw
forward, noiselessly placing it before she lifted the next. Thus she advanced;
her belly low, almost touching the surface of the ground&mdash;a great cat
preparing to spring upon its prey.
</p>

<p>
Now she was within ten feet of the two unsuspecting little
playfellows&mdash;carefully she drew her hind feet well up beneath her body,
the great muscles rolling under the beautiful skin.
</p>

<p>
So low she was crouching now that she seemed flattened to the earth except for
the upward bend of the glossy back as it gathered for the spring.
</p>

<p>
No longer the tail lashed&mdash;quiet and straight behind her it lay.
</p>

<p>
An instant she paused thus, as though turned to stone, and then, with an awful
scream, she sprang.
</p>

<p>
Sabor, the lioness, was a wise hunter. To one less wise the wild alarm of her
fierce cry as she sprang would have seemed a foolish thing, for could she not
more surely have fallen upon her victims had she but quietly leaped without
that loud shriek?
</p>

<p>
But Sabor knew well the wondrous quickness of the jungle folk and their almost
unbelievable powers of hearing. To them the sudden scraping of one blade of
grass across another was as effectual a warning as her loudest cry, and Sabor
knew that she could not make that mighty leap without a little noise.
</p>

<p>
Her wild scream was not a warning. It was voiced to freeze her poor victims in
a paralysis of terror for the tiny fraction of an instant which would suffice
for her mighty claws to sink into their soft flesh and hold them beyond hope of
escape.
</p>

<p>
So far as the ape was concerned, Sabor reasoned correctly. The little fellow
crouched trembling just an instant, but that instant was quite long enough to
prove his undoing.
</p>

<p>
Not so, however, with Tarzan, the man-child. His life amidst the dangers of the
jungle had taught him to meet emergencies with self-confidence, and his higher
intelligence resulted in a quickness of mental action far beyond the powers of
the apes.
</p>

<p>
So the scream of Sabor, the lioness, galvanized the brain and muscles of little
Tarzan into instant action.
</p>

<p>
Before him lay the deep waters of the little lake, behind him certain death; a
cruel death beneath tearing claws and rending fangs.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had always hated water except as a medium for quenching his thirst. He
hated it because he connected it with the chill and discomfort of the
torrential rains, and he feared it for the thunder and lightning and wind which
accompanied them.
</p>

<p>
The deep waters of the lake he had been taught by his wild mother to avoid, and
further, had he not seen little Neeta sink beneath its quiet surface only a few
short weeks before never to return to the tribe?
</p>

<p>
But of the two evils his quick mind chose the lesser ere the first note of
Sabor&rsquo;s scream had scarce broken the quiet of the jungle, and before the
great beast had covered half her leap Tarzan felt the chill waters close above
his head.
</p>

<p>
He could not swim, and the water was very deep; but still he lost no particle
of that self-confidence and resourcefulness which were the badges of his
superior being.
</p>

<p>
Rapidly he moved his hands and feet in an attempt to scramble upward, and,
possibly more by chance than design, he fell into the stroke that a dog uses
when swimming, so that within a few seconds his nose was above water and he
found that he could keep it there by continuing his strokes, and also make
progress through the water.
</p>

<p>
He was much surprised and pleased with this new acquirement which had been so
suddenly thrust upon him, but he had no time for thinking much upon it.
</p>

<p>
He was now swimming parallel to the bank and there he saw the cruel beast that
would have seized him crouching upon the still form of his little playmate.
</p>

<p>
The lioness was intently watching Tarzan, evidently expecting him to return to
shore, but this the boy had no intention of doing.
</p>

<p>
Instead he raised his voice in the call of distress common to his tribe, adding
to it the warning which would prevent would-be rescuers from running into the
clutches of Sabor.
</p>

<p>
Almost immediately there came an answer from the distance, and presently forty
or fifty great apes swung rapidly and majestically through the trees toward the
scene of tragedy.
</p>

<p>
In the lead was Kala, for she had recognized the tones of her best beloved, and
with her was the mother of the little ape who lay dead beneath cruel Sabor.
</p>

<p>
Though more powerful and better equipped for fighting than the apes, the
lioness had no desire to meet these enraged adults, and with a snarl of hatred
she sprang quickly into the brush and disappeared.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan now swam to shore and clambered quickly upon dry land. The feeling of
freshness and exhilaration which the cool waters had imparted to him, filled
his little being with grateful surprise, and ever after he lost no opportunity
to take a daily plunge in lake or stream or ocean when it was possible to do
so.
</p>

<p>
For a long time Kala could not accustom herself to the sight; for though her
people could swim when forced to it, they did not like to enter water, and
never did so voluntarily.
</p>

<p>
The adventure with the lioness gave Tarzan food for pleasurable memories, for
it was such affairs which broke the monotony of his daily life&mdash;otherwise
but a dull round of searching for food, eating, and sleeping.
</p>

<p>
The tribe to which he belonged roamed a tract extending, roughly, twenty-five
miles along the seacoast and some fifty miles inland. This they traversed
almost continually, occasionally remaining for months in one locality; but as
they moved through the trees with great speed they often covered the territory
in a very few days.
</p>

<p>
Much depended upon food supply, climatic conditions, and the prevalence of
animals of the more dangerous species; though Kerchak often led them on long
marches for no other reason than that he had tired of remaining in the same
place.
</p>

<p>
At night they slept where darkness overtook them, lying upon the ground, and
sometimes covering their heads, and more seldom their bodies, with the great
leaves of the elephant&rsquo;s ear. Two or three might lie cuddled in each
other&rsquo;s arms for additional warmth if the night were chill, and thus
Tarzan had slept in Kala&rsquo;s arms nightly for all these years.
</p>

<p>
That the huge, fierce brute loved this child of another race is beyond
question, and he, too, gave to the great, hairy beast all the affection that
would have belonged to his fair young mother had she lived.
</p>

<p>
When he was disobedient she cuffed him, it is true, but she was never cruel to
him, and was more often caressing him than chastising him.
</p>

<p>
Tublat, her mate, always hated Tarzan, and on several occasions had come near
ending his youthful career.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan on his part never lost an opportunity to show that he fully reciprocated
his foster father&rsquo;s sentiments, and whenever he could safely annoy him or
make faces at him or hurl insults upon him from the safety of his
mother&rsquo;s arms, or the slender branches of the higher trees, he did so.
</p>

<p>
His superior intelligence and cunning permitted him to invent a thousand
diabolical tricks to add to the burdens of Tublat&rsquo;s life.
</p>

<p>
Early in his boyhood he had learned to form ropes by twisting and tying long
grasses together, and with these he was forever tripping Tublat or attempting
to hang him from some overhanging branch.
</p>

<p>
By constant playing and experimenting with these he learned to tie rude knots,
and make sliding nooses; and with these he and the younger apes amused
themselves. What Tarzan did they tried to do also, but he alone originated and
became proficient.
</p>

<p>
One day while playing thus Tarzan had thrown his rope at one of his fleeing
companions, retaining the other end in his grasp. By accident the noose fell
squarely about the running ape&rsquo;s neck, bringing him to a sudden and
surprising halt.
</p>

<p>
Ah, here was a new game, a fine game, thought Tarzan, and immediately he
attempted to repeat the trick. And thus, by painstaking and continued practice,
he learned the art of roping.
</p>

<p>
Now, indeed, was the life of Tublat a living nightmare. In sleep, upon the
march, night or day, he never knew when that quiet noose would slip about his
neck and nearly choke the life out of him.
</p>

<p>
Kala punished, Tublat swore dire vengeance, and old Kerchak took notice and
warned and threatened; but all to no avail.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan defied them all, and the thin, strong noose continued to settle about
Tublat&rsquo;s neck whenever he least expected it.
</p>

<p>
The other apes derived unlimited amusement from Tublat&rsquo;s discomfiture,
for Broken Nose was a disagreeable old fellow, whom no one liked, anyway.
</p>

<p>
In Tarzan&rsquo;s clever little mind many thoughts revolved, and back of these
was his divine power of reason.
</p>

<p>
If he could catch his fellow apes with his long arm of many grasses, why not
Sabor, the lioness?
</p>

<p>
It was the germ of a thought, which, however, was destined to mull around in
his conscious and subconscious mind until it resulted in magnificent
achievement.
</p>

<p>
But that came in later years.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap06"></a>CHAPTER VI.<br >
Jungle Battles</h2>

<p>
The wanderings of the tribe brought them often near the closed and silent cabin
by the little land-locked harbor. To Tarzan this was always a source of
never-ending mystery and pleasure.
</p>

<p>
He would peek into the curtained windows, or, climbing upon the roof, peer down
the black depths of the chimney in vain endeavor to solve the unknown wonders
that lay within those strong walls.
</p>

<p>
His child-like imagination pictured wonderful creatures within, and the very
impossibility of forcing entrance added a thousandfold to his desire to do so.
</p>

<p>
He could clamber about the roof and windows for hours attempting to discover
means of ingress, but to the door he paid little attention, for this was
apparently as solid as the walls.
</p>

<p>
It was in the next visit to the vicinity, following the adventure with old
Sabor, that, as he approached the cabin, Tarzan noticed that from a distance
the door appeared to be an independent part of the wall in which it was set,
and for the first time it occurred to him that this might prove the means of
entrance which had so long eluded him.
</p>

<p>
He was alone, as was often the case when he visited the cabin, for the apes had
no love for it; the story of the thunder-stick having lost nothing in the
telling during these ten years had quite surrounded the white man&rsquo;s
deserted abode with an atmosphere of weirdness and terror for the simians.
</p>

<p>
The story of his own connection with the cabin had never been told him. The
language of the apes had so few words that they could talk but little of what
they had seen in the cabin, having no words to accurately describe either the
strange people or their belongings, and so, long before Tarzan was old enough
to understand, the subject had been forgotten by the tribe.
</p>

<p>
Only in a dim, vague way had Kala explained to him that his father had been a
strange white ape, but he did not know that Kala was not his own mother.
</p>

<p>
On this day, then, he went directly to the door and spent hours examining it
and fussing with the hinges, the knob and the latch. Finally he stumbled upon
the right combination, and the door swung creakingly open before his astonished
eyes.
</p>

<p>
For some minutes he did not dare venture within, but finally, as his eyes
became accustomed to the dim light of the interior he slowly and cautiously
entered.
</p>

<p>
In the middle of the floor lay a skeleton, every vestige of flesh gone from the
bones to which still clung the mildewed and moldered remnants of what had once
been clothing. Upon the bed lay a similar gruesome thing, but smaller, while in
a tiny cradle near-by was a third, a wee mite of a skeleton.
</p>

<p>
To none of these evidences of a fearful tragedy of a long dead day did little
Tarzan give but passing heed. His wild jungle life had inured him to the sight
of dead and dying animals, and had he known that he was looking upon the
remains of his own father and mother he would have been no more greatly moved.
</p>

<p>
The furnishings and other contents of the room it was which riveted his
attention. He examined many things minutely&mdash;strange tools and weapons,
books, paper, clothing&mdash;what little had withstood the ravages of time in
the humid atmosphere of the jungle coast.
</p>

<p>
He opened chests and cupboards, such as did not baffle his small experience,
and in these he found the contents much better preserved.
</p>

<p>
Among other things he found a sharp hunting knife, on the keen blade of which
he immediately proceeded to cut his finger. Undaunted he continued his
experiments, finding that he could hack and hew splinters of wood from the
table and chairs with this new toy.
</p>

<p>
For a long time this amused him, but finally tiring he continued his
explorations. In a cupboard filled with books he came across one with brightly
colored pictures&mdash;it was a child&rsquo;s illustrated alphabet&mdash;
</p>

<p class="poem">
A is for Archer<br >
    Who shoots with a bow.<br >
B is for Boy,<br >
    His first name is Joe.
</p>

<p>
The pictures interested him greatly.
</p>

<p>
There were many apes with faces similar to his own, and further over in the
book he found, under &ldquo;M,&rdquo; some little monkeys such as he saw daily
flitting through the trees of his primeval forest. But nowhere was pictured any
of his own people; in all the book was none that resembled Kerchak, or Tublat,
or Kala.
</p>

<p>
At first he tried to pick the little figures from the leaves, but he soon saw
that they were not real, though he knew not what they might be, nor had he any
words to describe them.
</p>

<p>
The boats, and trains, and cows and horses were quite meaningless to him, but
not quite so baffling as the odd little figures which appeared beneath and
between the colored pictures&mdash;some strange kind of bug he thought they
might be, for many of them had legs though nowhere could he find one with eyes
and a mouth. It was his first introduction to the letters of the alphabet, and
he was over ten years old.
</p>

<p>
Of course he had never before seen print, or ever had spoken with any living
thing which had the remotest idea that such a thing as a written language
existed, nor ever had he seen anyone reading.
</p>

<p>
So what wonder that the little boy was quite at a loss to guess the meaning of
these strange figures.
</p>

<p>
Near the middle of the book he found his old enemy, Sabor, the lioness, and
further on, coiled Histah, the snake.
</p>

<p>
Oh, it was most engrossing! Never before in all his ten years had he enjoyed
anything so much. So absorbed was he that he did not note the approaching dusk,
until it was quite upon him and the figures were blurred.
</p>

<p>
He put the book back in the cupboard and closed the door, for he did not wish
anyone else to find and destroy his treasure, and as he went out into the
gathering darkness he closed the great door of the cabin behind him as it had
been before he discovered the secret of its lock, but before he left he had
noticed the hunting knife lying where he had thrown it upon the floor, and this
he picked up and took with him to show to his fellows.
</p>

<p>
He had taken scarce a dozen steps toward the jungle when a great form rose up
before him from the shadows of a low bush. At first he thought it was one of
his own people but in another instant he realized that it was Bolgani, the huge
gorilla.
</p>

<p>
So close was he that there was no chance for flight and little Tarzan knew that
he must stand and fight for his life; for these great beasts were the deadly
enemies of his tribe, and neither one nor the other ever asked or gave quarter.
</p>

<p>
Had Tarzan been a full-grown bull ape of the species of his tribe he would have
been more than a match for the gorilla, but being only a little English boy,
though enormously muscular for such, he stood no chance against his cruel
antagonist. In his veins, though, flowed the blood of the best of a race of
mighty fighters, and back of this was the training of his short lifetime among
the fierce brutes of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
He knew no fear, as we know it; his little heart beat the faster but from the
excitement and exhilaration of adventure. Had the opportunity presented itself
he would have escaped, but solely because his judgment told him he was no match
for the great thing which confronted him. And since reason showed him that
successful flight was impossible he met the gorilla squarely and bravely
without a tremor of a single muscle, or any sign of panic.
</p>

<p>
In fact he met the brute midway in its charge, striking its huge body with his
closed fists and as futilely as he had been a fly attacking an elephant. But in
one hand he still clutched the knife he had found in the cabin of his father,
and as the brute, striking and biting, closed upon him the boy accidentally
turned the point toward the hairy breast. As the knife sank deep into its body
the gorilla shrieked in pain and rage.
</p>

<p>
But the boy had learned in that brief second a use for his sharp and shining
toy, so that, as the tearing, striking beast dragged him to earth he plunged
the blade repeatedly and to the hilt into its breast.
</p>

<p>
The gorilla, fighting after the manner of its kind, struck terrific blows with
its open hand, and tore the flesh at the boy&rsquo;s throat and chest with its
mighty tusks.
</p>

<p>
For a moment they rolled upon the ground in the fierce frenzy of combat. More
and more weakly the torn and bleeding arm struck home with the long sharp
blade, then the little figure stiffened with a spasmodic jerk, and Tarzan, the
young Lord Greystoke, rolled unconscious upon the dead and decaying vegetation
which carpeted his jungle home.
</p>

<p>
A mile back in the forest the tribe had heard the fierce challenge of the
gorilla, and, as was his custom when any danger threatened, Kerchak called his
people together, partly for mutual protection against a common enemy, since
this gorilla might be but one of a party of several, and also to see that all
members of the tribe were accounted for.
</p>

<p>
It was soon discovered that Tarzan was missing, and Tublat was strongly opposed
to sending assistance. Kerchak himself had no liking for the strange little
waif, so he listened to Tublat, and, finally, with a shrug of his shoulders,
turned back to the pile of leaves on which he had made his bed.
</p>

<p>
But Kala was of a different mind; in fact, she had not waited but to learn that
Tarzan was absent ere she was fairly flying through the matted branches toward
the point from which the cries of the gorilla were still plainly audible.
</p>

<p>
Darkness had now fallen, and an early moon was sending its faint light to cast
strange, grotesque shadows among the dense foliage of the forest.
</p>

<p>
Here and there the brilliant rays penetrated to earth, but for the most part
they only served to accentuate the Stygian blackness of the jungle&rsquo;s
depths.
</p>

<p>
Like some huge phantom, Kala swung noiselessly from tree to tree; now running
nimbly along a great branch, now swinging through space at the end of another,
only to grasp that of a farther tree in her rapid progress toward the scene of
the tragedy her knowledge of jungle life told her was being enacted a short
distance before her.
</p>

<p>
The cries of the gorilla proclaimed that it was in mortal combat with some
other denizen of the fierce wood. Suddenly these cries ceased, and the silence
of death reigned throughout the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Kala could not understand, for the voice of Bolgani had at last been raised in
the agony of suffering and death, but no sound had come to her by which she
possibly could determine the nature of his antagonist.
</p>

<p>
That her little Tarzan could destroy a great bull gorilla she knew to be
improbable, and so, as she neared the spot from which the sounds of the
struggle had come, she moved more warily and at last slowly and with extreme
caution she traversed the lowest branches, peering eagerly into the
moon-splashed blackness for a sign of the combatants.
</p>

<p>
Presently she came upon them, lying in a little open space full under the
brilliant light of the moon&mdash;little Tarzan&rsquo;s torn and bloody form,
and beside it a great bull gorilla, stone dead.
</p>

<p>
With a low cry Kala rushed to Tarzan&rsquo;s side, and gathering the poor,
blood-covered body to her breast, listened for a sign of life. Faintly she
heard it&mdash;the weak beating of the little heart.
</p>

<p>
Tenderly she bore him back through the inky jungle to where the tribe lay, and
for many days and nights she sat guard beside him, bringing him food and water,
and brushing the flies and other insects from his cruel wounds.
</p>

<p>
Of medicine or surgery the poor thing knew nothing. She could but lick the
wounds, and thus she kept them cleansed, that healing nature might the more
quickly do her work.
</p>

<p>
At first Tarzan would eat nothing, but rolled and tossed in a wild delirium of
fever. All he craved was water, and this she brought him in the only way she
could, bearing it in her own mouth.
</p>

<p>
No human mother could have shown more unselfish and sacrificing devotion than
did this poor, wild brute for the little orphaned waif whom fate had thrown
into her keeping.
</p>

<p>
At last the fever abated and the boy commenced to mend. No word of complaint
passed his tight set lips, though the pain of his wounds was excruciating.
</p>

<p>
A portion of his chest was laid bare to the ribs, three of which had been
broken by the mighty blows of the gorilla. One arm was nearly severed by the
giant fangs, and a great piece had been torn from his neck, exposing his
jugular vein, which the cruel jaws had missed but by a miracle.
</p>

<p>
With the stoicism of the brutes who had raised him he endured his suffering
quietly, preferring to crawl away from the others and lie huddled in some clump
of tall grasses rather than to show his misery before their eyes.
</p>

<p>
Kala, alone, he was glad to have with him, but now that he was better she was
gone longer at a time, in search of food; for the devoted animal had scarcely
eaten enough to support her own life while Tarzan had been so low, and was in
consequence, reduced to a mere shadow of her former self.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap07"></a>CHAPTER VII.<br >
The Light of Knowledge</h2>

<p>
After what seemed an eternity to the little sufferer he was able to walk once
more, and from then on his recovery was so rapid that in another month he was
as strong and active as ever.
</p>

<p>
During his convalescence he had gone over in his mind many times the battle
with the gorilla, and his first thought was to recover the wonderful little
weapon which had transformed him from a hopelessly outclassed weakling to the
superior of the mighty terror of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Also, he was anxious to return to the cabin and continue his investigations of
its wondrous contents.
</p>

<p>
So, early one morning, he set forth alone upon his quest. After a little search
he located the clean-picked bones of his late adversary, and close by, partly
buried beneath the fallen leaves, he found the knife, now red with rust from
its exposure to the dampness of the ground and from the dried blood of the
gorilla.
</p>

<p>
He did not like the change in its former bright and gleaming surface; but it
was still a formidable weapon, and one which he meant to use to advantage
whenever the opportunity presented itself. He had in mind that no more would he
run from the wanton attacks of old Tublat.
</p>

<p>
In another moment he was at the cabin, and after a short time had again thrown
the latch and entered. His first concern was to learn the mechanism of the
lock, and this he did by examining it closely while the door was open, so that
he could learn precisely what caused it to hold the door, and by what means it
released at his touch.
</p>

<p>
He found that he could close and lock the door from within, and this he did so
that there would be no chance of his being molested while at his investigation.
</p>

<p>
He commenced a systematic search of the cabin; but his attention was soon
riveted by the books which seemed to exert a strange and powerful influence
over him, so that he could scarce attend to aught else for the lure of the
wondrous puzzle which their purpose presented to him.
</p>

<p>
Among the other books were a primer, some child&rsquo;s readers, numerous
picture books, and a great dictionary. All of these he examined, but the
pictures caught his fancy most, though the strange little bugs which covered
the pages where there were no pictures excited his wonder and deepest thought.
</p>

<p>
Squatting upon his haunches on the table top in the cabin his father had
built&mdash;his smooth, brown, naked little body bent over the book which
rested in his strong slender hands, and his great shock of long, black hair
falling about his well-shaped head and bright, intelligent eyes&mdash;Tarzan of
the apes, little primitive man, presented a picture filled, at once, with
pathos and with promise&mdash;an allegorical figure of the primordial groping
through the black night of ignorance toward the light of learning.
</p>

<p>
His little face was tense in study, for he had partially grasped, in a hazy,
nebulous way, the rudiments of a thought which was destined to prove the key
and the solution to the puzzling problem of the strange little bugs.
</p>

<p>
In his hands was a primer opened at a picture of a little ape similar to
himself, but covered, except for hands and face, with strange, colored fur, for
such he thought the jacket and trousers to be. Beneath the picture were three
little bugs&mdash;
</p>

<p class="center">
BOY.
</p>

<p>
And now he had discovered in the text upon the page that these three were
repeated many times in the same sequence.
</p>

<p>
Another fact he learned&mdash;that there were comparatively few individual
bugs; but these were repeated many times, occasionally alone, but more often in
company with others.
</p>

<p>
Slowly he turned the pages, scanning the pictures and the text for a repetition
of the combination <i>b-o-y</i>. Presently he found it beneath a picture of another
little ape and a strange animal which went upon four legs like the jackal and
resembled him not a little. Beneath this picture the bugs appeared as:
</p>

<p class="center">
A BOY AND A DOG
</p>

<p>
There they were, the three little bugs which always accompanied the little ape.
</p>

<p>
And so he progressed very, very slowly, for it was a hard and laborious task
which he had set himself without knowing it&mdash;a task which might seem to
you or me impossible&mdash;learning to read without having the slightest
knowledge of letters or written language, or the faintest idea that such things
existed.
</p>

<p>
He did not accomplish it in a day, or in a week, or in a month, or in a year;
but slowly, very slowly, he learned after he had grasped the possibilities
which lay in those little bugs, so that by the time he was fifteen he knew the
various combinations of letters which stood for every pictured figure in the
little primer and in one or two of the picture books.
</p>

<p>
Of the meaning and use of the articles and conjunctions, verbs and adverbs and
pronouns he had but the faintest conception.
</p>

<p>
One day when he was about twelve he found a number of lead pencils in a
hitherto undiscovered drawer beneath the table, and in scratching upon the
table top with one of them he was delighted to discover the black line it left
behind it.
</p>

<p>
He worked so assiduously with this new toy that the table top was soon a mass
of scrawly loops and irregular lines and his pencil-point worn down to the
wood. Then he took another pencil, but this time he had a definite object in
view.
</p>

<p>
He would attempt to reproduce some of the little bugs that scrambled over the
pages of his books.
</p>

<p>
It was a difficult task, for he held the pencil as one would grasp the hilt of
a dagger, which does not add greatly to ease in writing or to the legibility of
the results.
</p>

<p>
But he persevered for months, at such times as he was able to come to the
cabin, until at last by repeated experimenting he found a position in which to
hold the pencil that best permitted him to guide and control it, so that at
last he could roughly reproduce any of the little bugs.
</p>

<p>
Thus he made a beginning of writing.
</p>

<p>
Copying the bugs taught him another thing&mdash;their number; and though he
could not count as we understand it, yet he had an idea of quantity, the base
of his calculations being the number of fingers upon one of his hands.
</p>

<p>
His search through the various books convinced him that he had discovered all
the different kinds of bugs most often repeated in combination, and these he
arranged in proper order with great ease because of the frequency with which he
had perused the fascinating alphabet picture book.
</p>

<p>
His education progressed; but his greatest finds were in the inexhaustible
storehouse of the huge illustrated dictionary, for he learned more through the
medium of pictures than text, even after he had grasped the significance of the
bugs.
</p>

<p>
When he discovered the arrangement of words in alphabetical order he delighted
in searching for and finding the combinations with which he was familiar, and
the words which followed them, their definitions, led him still further into
the mazes of erudition.
</p>

<p>
By the time he was seventeen he had learned to read the simple, child&rsquo;s
primer and had fully realized the true and wonderful purpose of the little
bugs.
</p>

<p>
No longer did he feel shame for his hairless body or his human features, for
now his reason told him that he was of a different race from his wild and hairy
companions. He was a M-A-N, they were A-P-E-S, and the little apes which
scurried through the forest top were M-O-N-K-E-Y-S. He knew, too, that old
Sabor was a L-I-O-N-E-S-S, and Histah a S-N-A-K-E, and Tantor an
E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T. And so he learned to read. From then on his progress was
rapid. With the help of the great dictionary and the active intelligence of a
healthy mind endowed by inheritance with more than ordinary reasoning powers he
shrewdly guessed at much which he could not really understand, and more often
than not his guesses were close to the mark of truth.
</p>

<p>
There were many breaks in his education, caused by the migratory habits of his
tribe, but even when removed from his books his active brain continued to
search out the mysteries of his fascinating avocation.
</p>

<p>
Pieces of bark and flat leaves and even smooth stretches of bare earth provided
him with copy books whereon to scratch with the point of his hunting knife the
lessons he was learning.
</p>

<p>
Nor did he neglect the sterner duties of life while following the bent of his
inclination toward the solving of the mystery of his library.
</p>

<p>
He practiced with his rope and played with his sharp knife, which he had
learned to keep keen by whetting upon flat stones.
</p>

<p>
The tribe had grown larger since Tarzan had come among them, for under the
leadership of Kerchak they had been able to frighten the other tribes from
their part of the jungle so that they had plenty to eat and little or no loss
from predatory incursions of neighbors.
</p>

<p>
Hence the younger males as they became adult found it more comfortable to take
mates from their own tribe, or if they captured one of another tribe to bring
her back to Kerchak&rsquo;s band and live in amity with him rather than attempt
to set up new establishments of their own, or fight with the redoubtable
Kerchak for supremacy at home.
</p>

<p>
Occasionally one more ferocious than his fellows would attempt this latter
alternative, but none had come yet who could wrest the palm of victory from the
fierce and brutal ape.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan held a peculiar position in the tribe. They seemed to consider him one
of them and yet in some way different. The older males either ignored him
entirely or else hated him so vindictively that but for his wondrous agility
and speed and the fierce protection of the huge Kala he would have been
dispatched at an early age.
</p>

<p>
Tublat was his most consistent enemy, but it was through Tublat that, when he
was about thirteen, the persecution of his enemies suddenly ceased and he was
left severely alone, except on the occasions when one of them ran amuck in the
throes of one of those strange, wild fits of insane rage which attacks the
males of many of the fiercer animals of the jungle. Then none was safe.
</p>

<p>
On the day that Tarzan established his right to respect, the tribe was gathered
about a small natural amphitheater which the jungle had left free from its
entangling vines and creepers in a hollow among some low hills.
</p>

<p>
The open space was almost circular in shape. Upon every hand rose the mighty
giants of the untouched forest, with the matted undergrowth banked so closely
between the huge trunks that the only opening into the little, level arena was
through the upper branches of the trees.
</p>

<p>
Here, safe from interruption, the tribe often gathered. In the center of the
amphitheater was one of those strange earthen drums which the anthropoids build
for the queer rites the sounds of which men have heard in the fastnesses of the
jungle, but which none has ever witnessed.
</p>

<p>
Many travelers have seen the drums of the great apes, and some have heard the
sounds of their beating and the noise of the wild, weird revelry of these first
lords of the jungle, but Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, is, doubtless, the only human
being who ever joined in the fierce, mad, intoxicating revel of the Dum-Dum.
</p>

<p>
From this primitive function has arisen, unquestionably, all the forms and
ceremonials of modern church and state, for through all the countless ages,
back beyond the uttermost ramparts of a dawning humanity our fierce, hairy
forebears danced out the rites of the Dum-Dum to the sound of their earthen
drums, beneath the bright light of a tropical moon in the depth of a mighty
jungle which stands unchanged today as it stood on that long forgotten night in
the dim, unthinkable vistas of the long dead past when our first shaggy
ancestor swung from a swaying bough and dropped lightly upon the soft turf of
the first meeting place.
</p>

<p>
On the day that Tarzan won his emancipation from the persecution that had
followed him remorselessly for twelve of his thirteen years of life, the tribe,
now a full hundred strong, trooped silently through the lower terrace of the
jungle trees and dropped noiselessly upon the floor of the amphitheater.
</p>

<p>
The rites of the Dum-Dum marked important events in the life of the
tribe&mdash;a victory, the capture of a prisoner, the killing of some large
fierce denizen of the jungle, the death or accession of a king, and were
conducted with set ceremonialism.
</p>

<p>
Today it was the killing of a giant ape, a member of another tribe, and as the
people of Kerchak entered the arena two mighty bulls were seen bearing the body
of the vanquished between them.
</p>

<p>
They laid their burden before the earthen drum and then squatted there beside
it as guards, while the other members of the community curled themselves in
grassy nooks to sleep until the rising moon should give the signal for the
commencement of their savage orgy.
</p>

<p>
For hours absolute quiet reigned in the little clearing, except as it was
broken by the discordant notes of brilliantly feathered parrots, or the
screeching and twittering of the thousand jungle birds flitting ceaselessly
amongst the vivid orchids and flamboyant blossoms which festooned the myriad,
moss-covered branches of the forest kings.
</p>

<p>
At length as darkness settled upon the jungle the apes commenced to bestir
themselves, and soon they formed a great circle about the earthen drum. The
females and young squatted in a thin line at the outer periphery of the circle,
while just in front of them ranged the adult males. Before the drum sat three
old females, each armed with a knotted branch fifteen or eighteen inches in
length.
</p>

<p>
Slowly and softly they began tapping upon the resounding surface of the drum as
the first faint rays of the ascending moon silvered the encircling tree tops.
</p>

<p>
As the light in the amphitheater increased the females augmented the frequency
and force of their blows until presently a wild, rhythmic din pervaded the
great jungle for miles in every direction. Huge, fierce brutes stopped in their
hunting, with up-pricked ears and raised heads, to listen to the dull booming
that betokened the Dum-Dum of the apes.
</p>

<p>
Occasionally one would raise his shrill scream or thunderous roar in answering
challenge to the savage din of the anthropoids, but none came near to
investigate or attack, for the great apes, assembled in all the power of their
numbers, filled the breasts of their jungle neighbors with deep respect.
</p>

<p>
As the din of the drum rose to almost deafening volume Kerchak sprang into the
open space between the squatting males and the drummers.
</p>

<p>
Standing erect he threw his head far back and looking full into the eye of the
rising moon he beat upon his breast with his great hairy paws and emitted his
fearful roaring shriek.
</p>

<p>
Once&mdash;twice&mdash;thrice that terrifying cry rang out across the teeming
solitude of that unspeakably quick, yet unthinkably dead, world.
</p>

<p>
Then, crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly around the open circle, veering far
away from the dead body lying before the altar-drum, but, as he passed, keeping
his little, fierce, wicked, red eyes upon the corpse.
</p>

<p>
Another male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating the horrid cries of his
king, followed stealthily in his wake. Another and another followed in quick
succession until the jungle reverberated with the now almost ceaseless notes of
their bloodthirsty screams.
</p>

<p>
It was the challenge and the hunt.
</p>

<p>
When all the adult males had joined in the thin line of circling dancers the
attack commenced.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak, seizing a huge club from the pile which lay at hand for the purpose,
rushed furiously upon the dead ape, dealing the corpse a terrific blow, at the
same time emitting the growls and snarls of combat. The din of the drum was now
increased, as well as the frequency of the blows, and the warriors, as each
approached the victim of the hunt and delivered his bludgeon blow, joined in
the mad whirl of the Death Dance.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was one of the wild, leaping horde. His brown, sweat-streaked, muscular
body, glistening in the moonlight, shone supple and graceful among the uncouth,
awkward, hairy brutes about him.
</p>

<p>
None was more stealthy in the mimic hunt, none more ferocious than he in the
wild ferocity of the attack, none who leaped so high into the air in the Dance
of Death.
</p>

<p>
As the noise and rapidity of the drumbeats increased the dancers apparently
became intoxicated with the wild rhythm and the savage yells. Their leaps and
bounds increased, their bared fangs dripped saliva, and their lips and breasts
were flecked with foam.
</p>

<p>
For half an hour the weird dance went on, until, at a sign from Kerchak, the
noise of the drums ceased, the female drummers scampering hurriedly through the
line of dancers toward the outer rim of squatting spectators. Then, as one, the
males rushed headlong upon the thing which their terrific blows had reduced to
a mass of hairy pulp.
</p>

<p>
Flesh seldom came to their jaws in satisfying quantities, so a fit finale to
their wild revel was a taste of fresh killed meat, and it was to the purpose of
devouring their late enemy that they now turned their attention.
</p>

<p>
Great fangs sunk into the carcass tearing away huge hunks, the mightiest of the
apes obtaining the choicest morsels, while the weaker circled the outer edge of
the fighting, snarling pack awaiting their chance to dodge in and snatch a
dropped tidbit or filch a remaining bone before all was gone.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan, more than the apes, craved and needed flesh. Descended from a race of
meat eaters, never in his life, he thought, had he once satisfied his appetite
for animal food; and so now his agile little body wormed its way far into the
mass of struggling, rending apes in an endeavor to obtain a share which his
strength would have been unequal to the task of winning for him.
</p>

<p>
At his side hung the hunting knife of his unknown father in a sheath
self-fashioned in copy of one he had seen among the pictures of his
treasure-books.
</p>

<p>
At last he reached the fast disappearing feast and with his sharp knife slashed
off a more generous portion than he had hoped for, an entire hairy forearm,
where it protruded from beneath the feet of the mighty Kerchak, who was so
busily engaged in perpetuating the royal prerogative of gluttony that he failed
to note the act of <i>lèse-majesté</i>.
</p>

<p>
So little Tarzan wriggled out from beneath the struggling mass, clutching his
grisly prize close to his breast.
</p>

<p>
Among those circling futilely the outskirts of the banqueters was old Tublat.
He had been among the first at the feast, but had retreated with a goodly share
to eat in quiet, and was now forcing his way back for more.
</p>

<p>
So it was that he spied Tarzan as the boy emerged from the clawing, pushing
throng with that hairy forearm hugged firmly to his body.
</p>

<p>
Tublat&rsquo;s little, close-set, bloodshot, pig-eyes shot wicked gleams of
hate as they fell upon the object of his loathing. In them, too, was greed for
the toothsome dainty the boy carried.
</p>

<p>
But Tarzan saw his arch enemy as quickly, and divining what the great beast
would do he leaped nimbly away toward the females and the young, hoping to hide
himself among them. Tublat, however, was close upon his heels, so that he had
no opportunity to seek a place of concealment, but saw that he would be put to
it to escape at all.
</p>

<p>
Swiftly he sped toward the surrounding trees and with an agile bound gained a
lower limb with one hand, and then, transferring his burden to his teeth, he
climbed rapidly upward, closely followed by Tublat.
</p>

<p>
Up, up he went to the waving pinnacle of a lofty monarch of the forest where
his heavy pursuer dared not follow him. There he perched, hurling taunts and
insults at the raging, foaming beast fifty feet below him.
</p>

<p>
And then Tublat went mad.
</p>

<p>
With horrifying screams and roars he rushed to the ground, among the females
and young, sinking his great fangs into a dozen tiny necks and tearing great
pieces from the backs and breasts of the females who fell into his clutches.
</p>

<p>
In the brilliant moonlight Tarzan witnessed the whole mad carnival of rage. He
saw the females and the young scamper to the safety of the trees. Then the
great bulls in the center of the arena felt the mighty fangs of their demented
fellow, and with one accord they melted into the black shadows of the
overhanging forest.
</p>

<p>
There was but one in the amphitheater beside Tublat, a belated female running
swiftly toward the tree where Tarzan perched, and close behind her came the
awful Tublat.
</p>

<p>
It was Kala, and as quickly as Tarzan saw that Tublat was gaining on her he
dropped with the rapidity of a falling stone, from branch to branch, toward his
foster mother.
</p>

<p>
Now she was beneath the overhanging limbs and close above her crouched Tarzan,
waiting the outcome of the race.
</p>

<p>
She leaped into the air grasping a low-hanging branch, but almost over the head
of Tublat, so nearly had he distanced her. She should have been safe now but
there was a rending, tearing sound, the branch broke and precipitated her full
upon the head of Tublat, knocking him to the ground.
</p>

<p>
Both were up in an instant, but as quick as they had been Tarzan had been
quicker, so that the infuriated bull found himself facing the man-child who
stood between him and Kala.
</p>

<p>
Nothing could have suited the fierce beast better, and with a roar of triumph
he leaped upon the little Lord Greystoke. But his fangs never closed in that
nut brown flesh.
</p>

<p>
A muscular hand shot out and grasped the hairy throat, and another plunged a
keen hunting knife a dozen times into the broad breast. Like lightning the
blows fell, and only ceased when Tarzan felt the limp form crumple beneath him.
</p>

<p>
As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the
neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back
his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.
</p>

<p>
One by one the tribe swung down from their arboreal retreats and formed a
circle about Tarzan and his vanquished foe. When they had all come Tarzan
turned toward them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am Tarzan,&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;I am a great killer. Let all
respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother. There be none among you as
mighty as Tarzan. Let his enemies beware.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Looking full into the wicked, red eyes of Kerchak, the young Lord Greystoke
beat upon his mighty breast and screamed out once more his shrill cry of
defiance.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap08"></a>CHAPTER VIII.<br >
The Tree-top Hunter</h2>

<p>
The morning after the Dum-Dum the tribe started slowly back through the forest
toward the coast.
</p>

<p>
The body of Tublat lay where it had fallen, for the people of Kerchak do not
eat their own dead.
</p>

<p>
The march was but a leisurely search for food. Cabbage palm and gray plum,
pisang and scitamine they found in abundance, with wild pineapple, and
occasionally small mammals, birds, eggs, reptiles, and insects. The nuts they
cracked between their powerful jaws, or, if too hard, broke by pounding between
stones.
</p>

<p>
Once old Sabor, crossing their path, sent them scurrying to the safety of the
higher branches, for if she respected their number and their sharp fangs, they
on their part held her cruel and mighty ferocity in equal esteem.
</p>

<p>
Upon a low-hanging branch sat Tarzan directly above the majestic, supple body
as it forged silently through the thick jungle. He hurled a pineapple at the
ancient enemy of his people. The great beast stopped and, turning, eyed the
taunting figure above her.
</p>

<p>
With an angry lash of her tail she bared her yellow fangs, curling her great
lips in a hideous snarl that wrinkled her bristling snout in serried ridges and
closed her wicked eyes to two narrow slits of rage and hatred.
</p>

<p>
With back-laid ears she looked straight into the eyes of Tarzan of the Apes and
sounded her fierce, shrill challenge. And from the safety of his overhanging
limb the ape-child sent back the fearsome answer of his kind.
</p>

<p>
For a moment the two eyed each other in silence, and then the great cat turned
into the jungle, which swallowed her as the ocean engulfs a tossed pebble.
</p>

<p>
But into the mind of Tarzan a great plan sprang. He had killed the fierce
Tublat, so was he not therefore a mighty fighter? Now would he track down the
crafty Sabor and slay her likewise. He would be a mighty hunter, also.
</p>

<p>
At the bottom of his little English heart beat the great desire to cover his
nakedness with <i>clothes</i> for he had learned from his picture books that all <i>men</i>
were so covered, while <i>monkeys</i> and <i>apes</i> and every other living thing went
naked.
</p>

<p>
<i>Clothes</i> therefore, must be truly a badge of greatness; the insignia of the
superiority of <i>man</i> over all other animals, for surely there could be no other
reason for wearing the hideous things.
</p>

<p>
Many moons ago, when he had been much smaller, he had desired the skin of
Sabor, the lioness, or Numa, the lion, or Sheeta, the leopard to cover his
hairless body that he might no longer resemble hideous Histah, the snake; but
now he was proud of his sleek skin for it betokened his descent from a mighty
race, and the conflicting desires to go naked in prideful proof of his
ancestry, or to conform to the customs of his own kind and wear hideous and
uncomfortable apparel found first one and then the other in the ascendency.
</p>

<p>
As the tribe continued their slow way through the forest after the passing of
Sabor, Tarzan&rsquo;s head was filled with his great scheme for slaying his
enemy, and for many days thereafter he thought of little else.
</p>

<p>
On this day, however, he presently had other and more immediate interests to
attract his attention.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly it became as midnight; the noises of the jungle ceased; the trees
stood motionless as though in paralyzed expectancy of some great and imminent
disaster. All nature waited&mdash;but not for long.
</p>

<p>
Faintly, from a distance, came a low, sad moaning. Nearer and nearer it
approached, mounting louder and louder in volume.
</p>

<p>
The great trees bent in unison as though pressed earthward by a mighty hand.
Farther and farther toward the ground they inclined, and still there was no
sound save the deep and awesome moaning of the wind.
</p>

<p>
Then, suddenly, the jungle giants whipped back, lashing their mighty tops in
angry and deafening protest. A vivid and blinding light flashed from the
whirling, inky clouds above. The deep cannonade of roaring thunder belched
forth its fearsome challenge. The deluge came&mdash;all hell broke loose upon
the jungle.
</p>

<p>
The tribe shivering from the cold rain, huddled at the bases of great trees.
The lightning, darting and flashing through the blackness, showed wildly waving
branches, whipping streamers and bending trunks.
</p>

<p>
Now and again some ancient patriarch of the woods, rent by a flashing bolt,
would crash in a thousand pieces among the surrounding trees, carrying down
numberless branches and many smaller neighbors to add to the tangled confusion
of the tropical jungle.
</p>

<p>
Branches, great and small, torn away by the ferocity of the tornado, hurtled
through the wildly waving verdure, carrying death and destruction to countless
unhappy denizens of the thickly peopled world below.
</p>

<p>
For hours the fury of the storm continued without surcease, and still the tribe
huddled close in shivering fear. In constant danger from falling trunks and
branches and paralyzed by the vivid flashing of lightning and the bellowing of
thunder they crouched in pitiful misery until the storm passed.
</p>

<p>
The end was as sudden as the beginning. The wind ceased, the sun shone
forth&mdash;nature smiled once more.
</p>

<p>
The dripping leaves and branches, and the moist petals of gorgeous flowers
glistened in the splendor of the returning day. And, so&mdash;as Nature forgot,
her children forgot also. Busy life went on as it had been before the darkness
and the fright.
</p>

<p>
But to Tarzan a dawning light had come to explain the mystery of <i>clothes</i>. How
snug he would have been beneath the heavy coat of Sabor! And so was added a
further incentive to the adventure.
</p>

<p>
For several months the tribe hovered near the beach where stood Tarzan&rsquo;s
cabin, and his studies took up the greater portion of his time, but always when
journeying through the forest he kept his rope in readiness, and many were the
smaller animals that fell into the snare of the quick thrown noose.
</p>

<p>
Once it fell about the short neck of Horta, the boar, and his mad lunge for
freedom toppled Tarzan from the overhanging limb where he had lain in wait and
from whence he had launched his sinuous coil.
</p>

<p>
The mighty tusker turned at the sound of his falling body, and, seeing only the
easy prey of a young ape, he lowered his head and charged madly at the
surprised youth.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan, happily, was uninjured by the fall, alighting catlike upon all fours
far outspread to take up the shock. He was on his feet in an instant and,
leaping with the agility of the monkey he was, he gained the safety of a low
limb as Horta, the boar, rushed futilely beneath.
</p>

<p>
Thus it was that Tarzan learned by experience the limitations as well as the
possibilities of his strange weapon.
</p>

<p>
He lost a long rope on this occasion, but he knew that had it been Sabor who
had thus dragged him from his perch the outcome might have been very different,
for he would have lost his life, doubtless, into the bargain.
</p>

<p>
It took him many days to braid a new rope, but when, finally, it was done he
went forth purposely to hunt, and lie in wait among the dense foliage of a
great branch right above the well-beaten trail that led to water.
</p>

<p>
Several small animals passed unharmed beneath him. He did not want such
insignificant game. It would take a strong animal to test the efficacy of his
new scheme.
</p>

<p>
At last came she whom Tarzan sought, with lithe sinews rolling beneath
shimmering hide; fat and glossy came Sabor, the lioness.
</p>

<p>
Her great padded feet fell soft and noiseless on the narrow trail. Her head was
high in ever alert attention; her long tail moved slowly in sinuous and
graceful undulations.
</p>

<p>
Nearer and nearer she came to where Tarzan of the Apes crouched upon his limb,
the coils of his long rope poised ready in his hand.
</p>

<p>
Like a thing of bronze, motionless as death, sat Tarzan. Sabor passed beneath.
One stride beyond she took&mdash;a second, a third, and then the silent coil
shot out above her.
</p>

<p>
For an instant the spreading noose hung above her head like a great snake, and
then, as she looked upward to detect the origin of the swishing sound of the
rope, it settled about her neck. With a quick jerk Tarzan snapped the noose
tight about the glossy throat, and then he dropped the rope and clung to his
support with both hands.
</p>

<p>
Sabor was trapped.
</p>

<p>
With a bound the startled beast turned into the jungle, but Tarzan was not to
lose another rope through the same cause as the first. He had learned from
experience. The lioness had taken but half her second bound when she felt the
rope tighten about her neck; her body turned completely over in the air and she
fell with a heavy crash upon her back. Tarzan had fastened the end of the rope
securely to the trunk of the great tree on which he sat.
</p>

<p>
Thus far his plan had worked to perfection, but when he grasped the rope,
bracing himself behind a crotch of two mighty branches, he found that dragging
the mighty, struggling, clawing, biting, screaming mass of iron-muscled fury up
to the tree and hanging her was a very different proposition.
</p>

<p>
The weight of old Sabor was immense, and when she braced her huge paws nothing
less than Tantor, the elephant, himself, could have budged her.
</p>

<p>
The lioness was now back in the path where she could see the author of the
indignity which had been placed upon her. Screaming with rage she suddenly
charged, leaping high into the air toward Tarzan, but when her huge body struck
the limb on which Tarzan had been, Tarzan was no longer there.
</p>

<p>
Instead he perched lightly upon a smaller branch twenty feet above the raging
captive. For a moment Sabor hung half across the branch, while Tarzan mocked,
and hurled twigs and branches at her unprotected face.
</p>

<p>
Presently the beast dropped to the earth again and Tarzan came quickly to seize
the rope, but Sabor had now found that it was only a slender cord that held
her, and grasping it in her huge jaws severed it before Tarzan could tighten
the strangling noose a second time.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was much hurt. His well-laid plan had come to naught, so he sat there
screaming at the roaring creature beneath him and making mocking grimaces at
it.
</p>

<p>
Sabor paced back and forth beneath the tree for hours; four times she crouched
and sprang at the dancing sprite above her, but might as well have clutched at
the illusive wind that murmured through the tree tops.
</p>

<p>
At last Tarzan tired of the sport, and with a parting roar of challenge and a
well-aimed ripe fruit that spread soft and sticky over the snarling face of his
enemy, he swung rapidly through the trees, a hundred feet above the ground, and
in a short time was among the members of his tribe.
</p>

<p>
Here he recounted the details of his adventure, with swelling chest and so
considerable swagger that he quite impressed even his bitterest enemies, while
Kala fairly danced for joy and pride.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap09"></a>CHAPTER IX.<br >
Man and Man</h2>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes lived on in his wild, jungle existence with little change
for several years, only that he grew stronger and wiser, and learned from his
books more and more of the strange worlds which lay somewhere outside his
primeval forest.
</p>

<p>
To him life was never monotonous or stale. There was always Pisah, the fish, to
be caught in the many streams and the little lakes, and Sabor, with her
ferocious cousins to keep one ever on the alert and give zest to every instant
that one spent upon the ground.
</p>

<p>
Often they hunted him, and more often he hunted them, but though they never
quite reached him with those cruel, sharp claws of theirs, yet there were times
when one could scarce have passed a thick leaf between their talons and his
smooth hide.
</p>

<p>
Quick was Sabor, the lioness, and quick were Numa and Sheeta, but Tarzan of the
Apes was lightning.
</p>

<p>
With Tantor, the elephant, he made friends. How? Ask not. But this is known to
the denizens of the jungle, that on many moonlight nights Tarzan of the Apes
and Tantor, the elephant, walked together, and where the way was clear Tarzan
rode, perched high upon Tantor&rsquo;s mighty back.
</p>

<p>
Many days during these years he spent in the cabin of his father, where still
lay, untouched, the bones of his parents and the skeleton of Kala&rsquo;s baby.
At eighteen he read fluently and understood nearly all he read in the many and
varied volumes on the shelves.
</p>

<p>
Also could he write, with printed letters, rapidly and plainly, but script he
had not mastered, for though there were several copy books among his treasure,
there was so little written English in the cabin that he saw no use for
bothering with this other form of writing, though he could read it,
laboriously.
</p>

<p>
Thus, at eighteen, we find him, an English lordling, who could speak no
English, and yet who could read and write his native language. Never had he
seen a human being other than himself, for the little area traversed by his
tribe was watered by no greater river to bring down the savage natives of the
interior.
</p>

<p>
High hills shut it off on three sides, the ocean on the fourth. It was alive
with lions and leopards and poisonous snakes. Its untouched mazes of matted
jungle had as yet invited no hardy pioneer from the human beasts beyond its
frontier.
</p>

<p>
But as Tarzan of the Apes sat one day in the cabin of his father delving into
the mysteries of a new book, the ancient security of his jungle was broken
forever.
</p>

<p>
At the far eastern confine a strange cavalcade strung, in single file, over the
brow of a low hill.
</p>

<p>
In advance were fifty black warriors armed with slender wooden spears with ends
hard baked over slow fires, and long bows and poisoned arrows. On their backs
were oval shields, in their noses huge rings, while from the kinky wool of
their heads protruded tufts of gay feathers.
</p>

<p>
Across their foreheads were tattooed three parallel lines of color, and on each
breast three concentric circles. Their yellow teeth were filed to sharp points,
and their great protruding lips added still further to the low and bestial
brutishness of their appearance.
</p>

<p>
Following them were several hundred women and children, the former bearing upon
their heads great burdens of cooking pots, household utensils and ivory. In the
rear were a hundred warriors, similar in all respects to the advance guard.
</p>

<p>
That they more greatly feared an attack from the rear than whatever unknown
enemies lurked in their advance was evidenced by the formation of the column;
and such was the fact, for they were fleeing from the white man&rsquo;s
soldiers who had so harassed them for rubber and ivory that they had turned
upon their conquerors one day and massacred a white officer and a small
detachment of his black troops.
</p>

<p>
For many days they had gorged themselves on meat, but eventually a stronger
body of troops had come and fallen upon their village by night to revenge the
death of their comrades.
</p>

<p>
That night the black soldiers of the white man had had meat a-plenty, and this
little remnant of a once powerful tribe had slunk off into the gloomy jungle
toward the unknown, and freedom.
</p>

<p>
But that which meant freedom and the pursuit of happiness to these savage
blacks meant consternation and death to many of the wild denizens of their new
home.
</p>

<p>
For three days the little cavalcade marched slowly through the heart of this
unknown and untracked forest, until finally, early in the fourth day, they came
upon a little spot near the banks of a small river, which seemed less thickly
overgrown than any ground they had yet encountered.
</p>

<p>
Here they set to work to build a new village, and in a month a great clearing
had been made, huts and palisades erected, plantains, yams and maize planted,
and they had taken up their old life in their new home. Here there were no
white men, no soldiers, nor any rubber or ivory to be gathered for cruel and
thankless taskmasters.
</p>

<p>
Several moons passed by ere the blacks ventured far into the territory
surrounding their new village. Several had already fallen prey to old Sabor,
and because the jungle was so infested with these fierce and bloodthirsty cats,
and with lions and leopards, the ebony warriors hesitated to trust themselves
far from the safety of their palisades.
</p>

<p>
But one day, Kulonga, a son of the old king, Mbonga, wandered far into the
dense mazes to the west. Warily he stepped, his slender lance ever ready, his
long oval shield firmly grasped in his left hand close to his sleek ebony body.
</p>

<p>
At his back his bow, and in the quiver upon his shield many slim, straight
arrows, well smeared with the thick, dark, tarry substance that rendered deadly
their tiniest needle prick.
</p>

<p>
Night found Kulonga far from the palisades of his father&rsquo;s village, but
still headed westward, and climbing into the fork of a great tree he fashioned
a rude platform and curled himself for sleep.
</p>

<p>
Three miles to the west slept the tribe of Kerchak.
</p>

<p>
Early the next morning the apes were astir, moving through the jungle in search
of food. Tarzan, as was his custom, prosecuted his search in the direction of
the cabin so that by leisurely hunting on the way his stomach was filled by the
time he reached the beach.
</p>

<p>
The apes scattered by ones, and twos, and threes in all directions, but ever
within sound of a signal of alarm.
</p>

<p>
Kala had moved slowly along an elephant track toward the east, and was busily
engaged in turning over rotted limbs and logs in search of succulent bugs and
fungi, when the faintest shadow of a strange noise brought her to startled
attention.
</p>

<p>
For fifty yards before her the trail was straight, and down this leafy tunnel
she saw the stealthy advancing figure of a strange and fearful creature.
</p>

<p>
It was Kulonga.
</p>

<p>
Kala did not wait to see more, but, turning, moved rapidly back along the
trail. She did not run; but, after the manner of her kind when not aroused,
sought rather to avoid than to escape.
</p>

<p>
Close after her came Kulonga. Here was meat. He could make a killing and feast
well this day. On he hurried, his spear poised for the throw.
</p>

<p>
At a turning of the trail he came in sight of her again upon another straight
stretch. His spear hand went far back, the muscles rolled, lightning-like,
beneath the sleek hide. Out shot the arm, and the spear sped toward Kala.
</p>

<p>
A poor cast. It but grazed her side.
</p>

<p>
With a cry of rage and pain the she-ape turned upon her tormentor. In an
instant the trees were crashing beneath the weight of her hurrying fellows,
swinging rapidly toward the scene of trouble in answer to Kala&rsquo;s scream.
</p>

<p>
As she charged, Kulonga unslung his bow and fitted an arrow with almost
unthinkable quickness. Drawing the shaft far back he drove the poisoned missile
straight into the heart of the great anthropoid.
</p>

<p>
With a horrid scream Kala plunged forward upon her face before the astonished
members of her tribe.
</p>

<p>
Roaring and shrieking the apes dashed toward Kulonga, but that wary savage was
fleeing down the trail like a frightened antelope.
</p>

<p>
He knew something of the ferocity of these wild, hairy men, and his one desire
was to put as many miles between himself and them as he possibly could.
</p>

<p>
They followed him, racing through the trees, for a long distance, but finally
one by one they abandoned the chase and returned to the scene of the tragedy.
</p>

<p>
None of them had ever seen a man before, other than Tarzan, and so they
wondered vaguely what strange manner of creature it might be that had invaded
their jungle.
</p>

<p>
On the far beach by the little cabin Tarzan heard the faint echoes of the
conflict and knowing that something was seriously amiss among the tribe he
hastened rapidly toward the direction of the sound.
</p>

<p>
When he arrived he found the entire tribe gathered jabbering about the dead
body of his slain mother.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan&rsquo;s grief and anger were unbounded. He roared out his hideous
challenge time and again. He beat upon his great chest with his clenched fists,
and then he fell upon the body of Kala and sobbed out the pitiful sorrowing of
his lonely heart.
</p>

<p>
To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and
affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.
</p>

<p>
What though Kala was a fierce and hideous ape! To Tarzan she had been kind, she
had been beautiful.
</p>

<p>
Upon her he had lavished, unknown to himself, all the reverence and respect and
love that a normal English boy feels for his own mother. He had never known
another, and so to Kala was given, though mutely, all that would have belonged
to the fair and lovely Lady Alice had she lived.
</p>

<p>
After the first outburst of grief Tarzan controlled himself, and questioning
the members of the tribe who had witnessed the killing of Kala he learned all
that their meager vocabulary could convey.
</p>

<p>
It was enough, however, for his needs. It told him of a strange, hairless,
black ape with feathers growing upon its head, who launched death from a
slender branch, and then ran, with the fleetness of Bara, the deer, toward the
rising sun.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan waited no longer, but leaping into the branches of the trees sped
rapidly through the forest. He knew the windings of the elephant trail along
which Kala&rsquo;s murderer had flown, and so he cut straight through the
jungle to intercept the black warrior who was evidently following the tortuous
detours of the trail.
</p>

<p>
At his side was the hunting knife of his unknown sire, and across his shoulders
the coils of his own long rope. In an hour he struck the trail again, and
coming to earth examined the soil minutely.
</p>

<p>
In the soft mud on the bank of a tiny rivulet he found footprints such as he
alone in all the jungle had ever made, but much larger than his. His heart beat
fast. Could it be that he was trailing a MAN&mdash;one of his own race?
</p>

<p>
There were two sets of imprints pointing in opposite directions. So his quarry
had already passed on his return along the trail. As he examined the newer
spoor a tiny particle of earth toppled from the outer edge of one of the
footprints to the bottom of its shallow depression&mdash;ah, the trail was very
fresh, his prey must have but scarcely passed.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan swung himself to the trees once more, and with swift noiselessness sped
along high above the trail.
</p>

<p>
He had covered barely a mile when he came upon the black warrior standing in a
little open space. In his hand was his slender bow to which he had fitted one
of his death dealing arrows.
</p>

<p>
Opposite him across the little clearing stood Horta, the boar, with lowered
head and foam flecked tusks, ready to charge.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan looked with wonder upon the strange creature beneath him&mdash;so like
him in form and yet so different in face and color. His books had portrayed the
<i>negro</i>, but how different had been the dull, dead print to this sleek thing of
ebony, pulsing with life.
</p>

<p>
As the man stood there with taut drawn bow Tarzan recognized him not so much
the <i>negro</i> as the <i>Archer</i> of his picture book&mdash;
</p>

<p class="center">
A stands for Archer
</p>

<p>
How wonderful! Tarzan almost betrayed his presence in the deep excitement of
his discovery.
</p>

<p>
But things were commencing to happen below him. The sinewy black arm had drawn
the shaft far back; Horta, the boar, was charging, and then the black released
the little poisoned arrow, and Tarzan saw it fly with the quickness of thought
and lodge in the bristling neck of the boar.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had the shaft left his bow ere Kulonga had fitted another to it, but
Horta, the boar, was upon him so quickly that he had no time to discharge it.
With a bound the black leaped entirely over the rushing beast and turning with
incredible swiftness planted a second arrow in Horta&rsquo;s back.
</p>

<p>
Then Kulonga sprang into a near-by tree.
</p>

<p>
Horta wheeled to charge his enemy once more; a dozen steps he took, then he
staggered and fell upon his side. For a moment his muscles stiffened and
relaxed convulsively, then he lay still.
</p>

<p>
Kulonga came down from his tree.
</p>

<p>
With a knife that hung at his side he cut several large pieces from the
boar&rsquo;s body, and in the center of the trail he built a fire, cooking and
eating as much as he wanted. The rest he left where it had fallen.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was an interested spectator. His desire to kill burned fiercely in his
wild breast, but his desire to learn was even greater. He would follow this
savage creature for a while and know from whence he came. He could kill him at
his leisure later, when the bow and deadly arrows were laid aside.
</p>

<p>
When Kulonga had finished his repast and disappeared beyond a near turning of
the path, Tarzan dropped quietly to the ground. With his knife he severed many
strips of meat from Horta&rsquo;s carcass, but he did not cook them.
</p>

<p>
He had seen fire, but only when Ara, the lightning, had destroyed some great
tree. That any creature of the jungle could produce the red-and-yellow fangs
which devoured wood and left nothing but fine dust surprised Tarzan greatly,
and why the black warrior had ruined his delicious repast by plunging it into
the blighting heat was quite beyond him. Possibly Ara was a friend with whom
the Archer was sharing his food.
</p>

<p>
But, be that as it may, Tarzan would not ruin good meat in any such foolish
manner, so he gobbled down a great quantity of the raw flesh, burying the
balance of the carcass beside the trail where he could find it upon his return.
</p>

<p>
And then Lord Greystoke wiped his greasy fingers upon his naked thighs and took
up the trail of Kulonga, the son of Mbonga, the king; while in far-off London
another Lord Greystoke, the younger brother of the real Lord Greystoke&rsquo;s
father, sent back his chops to the club&rsquo;s <i>chef</i> because they were
underdone, and when he had finished his repast he dipped his finger-ends into a
silver bowl of scented water and dried them upon a piece of snowy damask.
</p>

<p>
All day Tarzan followed Kulonga, hovering above him in the trees like some
malign spirit. Twice more he saw him hurl his arrows of destruction&mdash;once
at Dango, the hyena, and again at Manu, the monkey. In each instance the animal
died almost instantly, for Kulonga&rsquo;s poison was very fresh and very
deadly.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan thought much on this wondrous method of slaying as he swung slowly along
at a safe distance behind his quarry. He knew that alone the tiny prick of the
arrow could not so quickly dispatch these wild things of the jungle, who were
often torn and scratched and gored in a frightful manner as they fought with
their jungle neighbors, yet as often recovered as not.
</p>

<p>
No, there was something mysterious connected with these tiny slivers of wood
which could bring death by a mere scratch. He must look into the matter.
</p>

<p>
That night Kulonga slept in the crotch of a mighty tree and far above him
crouched Tarzan of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
When Kulonga awoke he found that his bow and arrows had disappeared. The black
warrior was furious and frightened, but more frightened than furious. He
searched the ground below the tree, and he searched the tree above the ground;
but there was no sign of either bow or arrows or of the nocturnal marauder.
</p>

<p>
Kulonga was panic-stricken. His spear he had hurled at Kala and had not
recovered; and, now that his bow and arrows were gone, he was defenseless
except for a single knife. His only hope lay in reaching the village of Mbonga
as quickly as his legs would carry him.
</p>

<p>
That he was not far from home he was certain, so he took the trail at a rapid
trot.
</p>

<p>
From a great mass of impenetrable foliage a few yards away emerged Tarzan of
the Apes to swing quietly in his wake.
</p>

<p>
Kulonga&rsquo;s bow and arrows were securely tied high in the top of a giant
tree from which a patch of bark had been removed by a sharp knife near to the
ground, and a branch half cut through and left hanging about fifty feet higher
up. Thus Tarzan blazed the forest trails and marked his caches.
</p>

<p>
As Kulonga continued his journey Tarzan closed on him until he traveled almost
over the black&rsquo;s head. His rope he now held coiled in his right hand; he
was almost ready for the kill.
</p>

<p>
The moment was delayed only because Tarzan was anxious to ascertain the black
warrior&rsquo;s destination, and presently he was rewarded, for they came
suddenly in view of a great clearing, at one end of which lay many strange
lairs.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was directly over Kulonga, as he made the discovery. The forest ended
abruptly and beyond lay two hundred yards of planted fields between the jungle
and the village.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan must act quickly or his prey would be gone; but Tarzan&rsquo;s life
training left so little space between decision and action when an emergency
confronted him that there was not even room for the shadow of a thought
between.
</p>

<p>
So it was that as Kulonga emerged from the shadow of the jungle a slender coil
of rope sped sinuously above him from the lowest branch of a mighty tree
directly upon the edge of the fields of Mbonga, and ere the king&rsquo;s son
had taken a half dozen steps into the clearing a quick noose tightened about
his neck.
</p>

<p>
So quickly did Tarzan of the Apes drag back his prey that Kulonga&rsquo;s cry
of alarm was throttled in his windpipe. Hand over hand Tarzan drew the
struggling black until he had him hanging by his neck in mid-air; then Tarzan
climbed to a larger branch drawing the still threshing victim well up into the
sheltering verdure of the tree.
</p>

<p>
Here he fastened the rope securely to a stout branch, and then, descending,
plunged his hunting knife into Kulonga&rsquo;s heart. Kala was avenged.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan examined the black minutely, for he had never seen any other human
being. The knife with its sheath and belt caught his eye; he appropriated them.
A copper anklet also took his fancy, and this he transferred to his own leg.
</p>

<p>
He examined and admired the tattooing on the forehead and breast. He marveled
at the sharp filed teeth. He investigated and appropriated the feathered
headdress, and then he prepared to get down to business, for Tarzan of the Apes
was hungry, and here was meat; meat of the kill, which jungle ethics permitted
him to eat.
</p>

<p>
How may we judge him, by what standards, this ape-man with the heart and head
and body of an English gentleman, and the training of a wild beast?
</p>

<p>
Tublat, whom he had hated and who had hated him, he had killed in a fair fight,
and yet never had the thought of eating Tublat&rsquo;s flesh entered his head.
It would have been as revolting to him as is cannibalism to us.
</p>

<p>
But who was Kulonga that he might not be eaten as fairly as Horta, the boar, or
Bara, the deer? Was he not simply another of the countless wild things of the
jungle who preyed upon one another to satisfy the cravings of hunger?
</p>

<p>
Suddenly, a strange doubt stayed his hand. Had not his books taught him that he
was a man? And was not The Archer a man, also?
</p>

<p>
Did men eat men? Alas, he did not know. Why, then, this hesitancy! Once more he
essayed the effort, but a qualm of nausea overwhelmed him. He did not
understand.
</p>

<p>
All he knew was that he could not eat the flesh of this black man, and thus
hereditary instinct, ages old, usurped the functions of his untaught mind and
saved him from transgressing a worldwide law of whose very existence he was
ignorant.
</p>

<p>
Quickly he lowered Kulonga&rsquo;s body to the ground, removed the noose, and
took to the trees again.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap10"></a>CHAPTER X.<br >
The Fear-Phantom</h2>

<p>
From a lofty perch Tarzan viewed the village of thatched huts across the
intervening plantation.
</p>

<p>
He saw that at one point the forest touched the village, and to this spot he
made his way, lured by a fever of curiosity to behold animals of his own kind,
and to learn more of their ways and view the strange lairs in which they lived.
</p>

<p>
His savage life among the fierce wild brutes of the jungle left no opening for
any thought that these could be aught else than enemies. Similarity of form led
him into no erroneous conception of the welcome that would be accorded him
should he be discovered by these, the first of his own kind he had ever seen.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes was no sentimentalist. He knew nothing of the brotherhood of
man. All things outside his own tribe were his deadly enemies, with the few
exceptions of which Tantor, the elephant, was a marked example.
</p>

<p>
And he realized all this without malice or hatred. To kill was the law of the
wild world he knew. Few were his primitive pleasures, but the greatest of these
was to hunt and kill, and so he accorded to others the right to cherish the
same desires as he, even though he himself might be the object of their hunt.
</p>

<p>
His strange life had left him neither morose nor bloodthirsty. That he joyed in
killing, and that he killed with a joyous laugh upon his handsome lips
betokened no innate cruelty. He killed for food most often, but, being a man,
he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it
has remained for man alone among all creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly
for the mere pleasure of inflicting suffering and death.
</p>

<p>
And when he killed for revenge, or in self-defense, he did that also without
hysteria, for it was a very businesslike proceeding which admitted of no
levity.
</p>

<p>
So it was that now, as he cautiously approached the village of Mbonga, he was
quite prepared either to kill or be killed should he be discovered. He
proceeded with unwonted stealth, for Kulonga had taught him great respect for
the little sharp splinters of wood which dealt death so swiftly and unerringly.
</p>

<p>
At length he came to a great tree, heavy laden with thick foliage and loaded
with pendant loops of giant creepers. From this almost impenetrable bower above
the village he crouched, looking down upon the scene below him, wondering over
every feature of this new, strange life.
</p>

<p>
There were naked children running and playing in the village street. There were
women grinding dried plantain in crude stone mortars, while others were
fashioning cakes from the powdered flour. Out in the fields he could see still
other women hoeing, weeding, or gathering.
</p>

<p>
All wore strange protruding girdles of dried grass about their hips and many
were loaded with brass and copper anklets, armlets and bracelets. Around many a
dusky neck hung curiously coiled strands of wire, while several were further
ornamented by huge nose rings.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes looked with growing wonder at these strange creatures.
Dozing in the shade he saw several men, while at the extreme outskirts of the
clearing he occasionally caught glimpses of armed warriors apparently guarding
the village against surprise from an attacking enemy.
</p>

<p>
He noticed that the women alone worked. Nowhere was there evidence of a man
tilling the fields or performing any of the homely duties of the village.
</p>

<p>
Finally his eyes rested upon a woman directly beneath him.
</p>

<p>
Before her was a small cauldron standing over a low fire and in it bubbled a
thick, reddish, tarry mass. On one side of her lay a quantity of wooden arrows
the points of which she dipped into the seething substance, then laying them
upon a narrow rack of boughs which stood upon her other side.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes was fascinated. Here was the secret of the terrible
destructiveness of The Archer&rsquo;s tiny missiles. He noted the extreme care
which the woman took that none of the matter should touch her hands, and once
when a particle spattered upon one of her fingers he saw her plunge the member
into a vessel of water and quickly rub the tiny stain away with a handful of
leaves.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan knew nothing of poison, but his shrewd reasoning told him that it was
this deadly stuff that killed, and not the little arrow, which was merely the
messenger that carried it into the body of its victim.
</p>

<p>
How he should like to have more of those little death-dealing slivers. If the
woman would only leave her work for an instant he could drop down, gather up a
handful, and be back in the tree again before she drew three breaths.
</p>

<p>
As he was trying to think out some plan to distract her attention he heard a
wild cry from across the clearing. He looked and saw a black warrior standing
beneath the very tree in which he had killed the murderer of Kala an hour
before.
</p>

<p>
The fellow was shouting and waving his spear above his head. Now and again he
would point to something on the ground before him.
</p>

<p>
The village was in an uproar instantly. Armed men rushed from the interior of
many a hut and raced madly across the clearing toward the excited sentry. After
them trooped the old men, and the women and children until, in a moment, the
village was deserted.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes knew that they had found the body of his victim, but that
interested him far less than the fact that no one remained in the village to
prevent his taking a supply of the arrows which lay below him.
</p>

<p>
Quickly and noiselessly he dropped to the ground beside the cauldron of poison.
For a moment he stood motionless, his quick, bright eyes scanning the interior
of the palisade.
</p>

<p>
No one was in sight. His eyes rested upon the open doorway of a nearby hut. He
would take a look within, thought Tarzan, and so, cautiously, he approached the
low thatched building.
</p>

<p>
For a moment he stood without, listening intently. There was no sound, and he
glided into the semi-darkness of the interior.
</p>

<p>
Weapons hung against the walls&mdash;long spears, strangely shaped knives, a
couple of narrow shields. In the center of the room was a cooking pot, and at
the far end a litter of dry grasses covered by woven mats which evidently
served the owners as beds and bedding. Several human skulls lay upon the floor.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes felt of each article, hefted the spears, smelled of them,
for he &ldquo;saw&rdquo; largely through his sensitive and highly trained
nostrils. He determined to own one of these long, pointed sticks, but he could
not take one on this trip because of the arrows he meant to carry.
</p>

<p>
As he took each article from the walls, he placed it in a pile in the center of
the room. On top of all he placed the cooking pot, inverted, and on top of this
he laid one of the grinning skulls, upon which he fastened the headdress of the
dead Kulonga.
</p>

<p>
Then he stood back, surveyed his work, and grinned. Tarzan of the Apes enjoyed
a joke.
</p>

<p>
But now he heard, outside, the sounds of many voices, and long mournful howls,
and mighty wailing. He was startled. Had he remained too long? Quickly he
reached the doorway and peered down the village street toward the village gate.
</p>

<p>
The natives were not yet in sight, though he could plainly hear them
approaching across the plantation. They must be very near.
</p>

<p>
Like a flash he sprang across the opening to the pile of arrows. Gathering up
all he could carry under one arm, he overturned the seething cauldron with a
kick, and disappeared into the foliage above just as the first of the returning
natives entered the gate at the far end of the village street. Then he turned
to watch the proceeding below, poised like some wild bird ready to take swift
wing at the first sign of danger.
</p>

<p>
The natives filed up the street, four of them bearing the dead body of Kulonga.
Behind trailed the women, uttering strange cries and weird lamentation. On they
came to the portals of Kulonga&rsquo;s hut, the very one in which Tarzan had
wrought his depredations.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had half a dozen entered the building ere they came rushing out in
wild, jabbering confusion. The others hastened to gather about. There was much
excited gesticulating, pointing, and chattering; then several of the warriors
approached and peered within.
</p>

<p>
Finally an old fellow with many ornaments of metal about his arms and legs, and
a necklace of dried human hands depending upon his chest, entered the hut.
</p>

<p>
It was Mbonga, the king, father of Kulonga.
</p>

<p>
For a few moments all was silent. Then Mbonga emerged, a look of mingled wrath
and superstitious fear writ upon his hideous countenance. He spoke a few words
to the assembled warriors, and in an instant the men were flying through the
little village searching minutely every hut and corner within the palisades.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had the search commenced than the overturned cauldron was discovered,
and with it the theft of the poisoned arrows. Nothing more they found, and it
was a thoroughly awed and frightened group of savages which huddled around
their king a few moments later.
</p>

<p>
Mbonga could explain nothing of the strange events that had taken place. The
finding of the still warm body of Kulonga&mdash;on the very verge of their
fields and within easy earshot of the village&mdash;knifed and stripped at the
door of his father&rsquo;s home, was in itself sufficiently mysterious, but
these last awesome discoveries within the village, within the dead
Kulonga&rsquo;s own hut, filled their hearts with dismay, and conjured in their
poor brains only the most frightful of superstitious explanations.
</p>

<p>
They stood in little groups, talking in low tones, and ever casting affrighted
glances behind them from their great rolling eyes.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes watched them for a while from his lofty perch in the great
tree. There was much in their demeanor which he could not understand, for of
superstition he was ignorant, and of fear of any kind he had but a vague
conception.
</p>

<p>
The sun was high in the heavens. Tarzan had not broken fast this day, and it
was many miles to where lay the toothsome remains of Horta the boar.
</p>

<p>
So he turned his back upon the village of Mbonga and melted away into the leafy
fastness of the forest.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap11"></a>CHAPTER XI.<br >
&ldquo;King of the Apes&rdquo;</h2>

<p>
It was not yet dark when he reached the tribe, though he stopped to exhume and
devour the remains of the wild boar he had cached the preceding day, and again
to take Kulonga&rsquo;s bow and arrows from the tree top in which he had hidden
them.
</p>

<p>
It was a well-laden Tarzan who dropped from the branches into the midst of the
tribe of Kerchak.
</p>

<p>
With swelling chest he narrated the glories of his adventure and exhibited the
spoils of conquest.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak grunted and turned away, for he was jealous of this strange member of
his band. In his little evil brain he sought for some excuse to wreak his
hatred upon Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
The next day Tarzan was practicing with his bow and arrows at the first gleam
of dawn. At first he lost nearly every bolt he shot, but finally he learned to
guide the little shafts with fair accuracy, and ere a month had passed he was
no mean shot; but his proficiency had cost him nearly his entire supply of
arrows.
</p>

<p>
The tribe continued to find the hunting good in the vicinity of the beach, and
so Tarzan of the Apes varied his archery practice with further investigation of
his father&rsquo;s choice though little store of books.
</p>

<p>
It was during this period that the young English lord found hidden in the back
of one of the cupboards in the cabin a small metal box. The key was in the
lock, and a few moments of investigation and experimentation were rewarded with
the successful opening of the receptacle.
</p>

<p>
In it he found a faded photograph of a smooth faced young man, a golden locket
studded with diamonds, linked to a small gold chain, a few letters and a small
book.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan examined these all minutely.
</p>

<p>
The photograph he liked most of all, for the eyes were smiling, and the face
was open and frank. It was his father.
</p>

<p>
The locket, too, took his fancy, and he placed the chain about his neck in
imitation of the ornamentation he had seen to be so common among the black men
he had visited. The brilliant stones gleamed strangely against his smooth,
brown hide.
</p>

<p>
The letters he could scarcely decipher for he had learned little or nothing of
script, so he put them back in the box with the photograph and turned his
attention to the book.
</p>

<p>
This was almost entirely filled with fine script, but while the little bugs
were all familiar to him, their arrangement and the combinations in which they
occurred were strange, and entirely incomprehensible.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had long since learned the use of the dictionary, but much to his sorrow
and perplexity it proved of no avail to him in this emergency. Not a word of
all that was writ in the book could he find, and so he put it back in the metal
box, but with a determination to work out the mysteries of it later on.
</p>

<p>
Little did he know that this book held between its covers the key to his
origin&mdash;the answer to the strange riddle of his strange life. It was the
diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke&mdash;kept in French, as had always been
his custom.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan replaced the box in the cupboard, but always thereafter he carried the
features of the strong, smiling face of his father in his heart, and in his
head a fixed determination to solve the mystery of the strange words in the
little black book.
</p>

<p>
At present he had more important business in hand, for his supply of arrows was
exhausted, and he must needs journey to the black men&rsquo;s village and renew
it.
</p>

<p>
Early the following morning he set out, and, traveling rapidly, he came before
midday to the clearing. Once more he took up his position in the great tree,
and, as before, he saw the women in the fields and the village street, and the
cauldron of bubbling poison directly beneath him.
</p>

<p>
For hours he lay awaiting his opportunity to drop down unseen and gather up the
arrows for which he had come; but nothing now occurred to call the villagers
away from their homes. The day wore on, and still Tarzan of the Apes crouched
above the unsuspecting woman at the cauldron.
</p>

<p>
Presently the workers in the fields returned. The hunting warriors emerged from
the forest, and when all were within the palisade the gates were closed and
barred.
</p>

<p>
Many cooking pots were now in evidence about the village. Before each hut a
woman presided over a boiling stew, while little cakes of plantain, and cassava
puddings were to be seen on every hand.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly there came a hail from the edge of the clearing.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan looked.
</p>

<p>
It was a party of belated hunters returning from the north, and among them they
half led, half carried a struggling animal.
</p>

<p>
As they approached the village the gates were thrown open to admit them, and
then, as the people saw the victim of the chase, a savage cry rose to the
heavens, for the quarry was a man.
</p>

<p>
As he was dragged, still resisting, into the village street, the women and
children set upon him with sticks and stones, and Tarzan of the Apes, young and
savage beast of the jungle, wondered at the cruel brutality of his own kind.
</p>

<p>
Sheeta, the leopard, alone of all the jungle folk, tortured his prey. The
ethics of all the others meted a quick and merciful death to their victims.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had learned from his books but scattered fragments of the ways of human
beings.
</p>

<p>
When he had followed Kulonga through the forest he had expected to come to a
city of strange houses on wheels, puffing clouds of black smoke from a huge
tree stuck in the roof of one of them&mdash;or to a sea covered with mighty
floating buildings which he had learned were called, variously, ships and boats
and steamers and craft.
</p>

<p>
He had been sorely disappointed with the poor little village of the blacks,
hidden away in his own jungle, and with not a single house as large as his own
cabin upon the distant beach.
</p>

<p>
He saw that these people were more wicked than his own apes, and as savage and
cruel as Sabor, herself. Tarzan began to hold his own kind in low esteem.
</p>

<p>
Now they had tied their poor victim to a great post near the center of the
village, directly before Mbonga&rsquo;s hut, and here they formed a dancing,
yelling circle of warriors about him, alive with flashing knives and menacing
spears.
</p>

<p>
In a larger circle squatted the women, yelling and beating upon drums. It
reminded Tarzan of the Dum-Dum, and so he knew what to expect. He wondered if
they would spring upon their meat while it was still alive. The Apes did not do
such things as that.
</p>

<p>
The circle of warriors about the cringing captive drew closer and closer to
their prey as they danced in wild and savage abandon to the maddening music of
the drums. Presently a spear reached out and pricked the victim. It was the
signal for fifty others.
</p>

<p>
Eyes, ears, arms and legs were pierced; every inch of the poor writhing body
that did not cover a vital organ became the target of the cruel lancers.
</p>

<p>
The women and children shrieked their delight.
</p>

<p>
The warriors licked their hideous lips in anticipation of the feast to come,
and vied with one another in the savagery and loathsomeness of the cruel
indignities with which they tortured the still conscious prisoner.
</p>

<p>
Then it was that Tarzan of the Apes saw his chance. All eyes were fixed upon
the thrilling spectacle at the stake. The light of day had given place to the
darkness of a moonless night, and only the fires in the immediate vicinity of
the orgy had been kept alight to cast a restless glow upon the restless scene.
</p>

<p>
Gently the lithe boy dropped to the soft earth at the end of the village
street. Quickly he gathered up the arrows&mdash;all of them this time, for he
had brought a number of long fibers to bind them into a bundle.
</p>

<p>
Without haste he wrapped them securely, and then, ere he turned to leave, the
devil of capriciousness entered his heart. He looked about for some hint of a
wild prank to play upon these strange, grotesque creatures that they might be
again aware of his presence among them.
</p>

<p>
Dropping his bundle of arrows at the foot of the tree, Tarzan crept among the
shadows at the side of the street until he came to the same hut he had entered
on the occasion of his first visit.
</p>

<p>
Inside all was darkness, but his groping hands soon found the object for which
he sought, and without further delay he turned again toward the door.
</p>

<p>
He had taken but a step, however, ere his quick ear caught the sound of
approaching footsteps immediately without. In another instant the figure of a
woman darkened the entrance of the hut.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan drew back silently to the far wall, and his hand sought the long, keen
hunting knife of his father. The woman came quickly to the center of the hut.
There she paused for an instant feeling about with her hands for the thing she
sought. Evidently it was not in its accustomed place, for she explored ever
nearer and nearer the wall where Tarzan stood.
</p>

<p>
So close was she now that the ape-man felt the animal warmth of her naked body.
Up went the hunting knife, and then the woman turned to one side and soon a
guttural &ldquo;ah&rdquo; proclaimed that her search had at last been
successful.
</p>

<p>
Immediately she turned and left the hut, and as she passed through the doorway
Tarzan saw that she carried a cooking pot in her hand.
</p>

<p>
He followed closely after her, and as he reconnoitered from the shadows of the
doorway he saw that all the women of the village were hastening to and from the
various huts with pots and kettles. These they were filling with water and
placing over a number of fires near the stake where the dying victim now hung,
an inert and bloody mass of suffering.
</p>

<p>
Choosing a moment when none seemed near, Tarzan hastened to his bundle of
arrows beneath the great tree at the end of the village street. As on the
former occasion he overthrew the cauldron before leaping, sinuous and catlike,
into the lower branches of the forest giant.
</p>

<p>
Silently he climbed to a great height until he found a point where he could
look through a leafy opening upon the scene beneath him.
</p>

<p>
The women were now preparing the prisoner for their cooking pots, while the men
stood about resting after the fatigue of their mad revel. Comparative quiet
reigned in the village.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan raised aloft the thing he had pilfered from the hut, and, with aim made
true by years of fruit and coconut throwing, launched it toward the group of
savages.
</p>

<p>
Squarely among them it fell, striking one of the warriors full upon the head
and felling him to the ground. Then it rolled among the women and stopped
beside the half-butchered thing they were preparing to feast upon.
</p>

<p>
All gazed in consternation at it for an instant, and then, with one accord,
broke and ran for their huts.
</p>

<p>
It was a grinning human skull which looked up at them from the ground. The
dropping of the thing out of the open sky was a miracle well aimed to work upon
their superstitious fears.
</p>

<p>
Thus Tarzan of the Apes left them filled with terror at this new manifestation
of the presence of some unseen and unearthly evil power which lurked in the
forest about their village.
</p>

<p>
Later, when they discovered the overturned cauldron, and that once more their
arrows had been pilfered, it commenced to dawn upon them that they had offended
some great god by placing their village in this part of the jungle without
propitiating him. From then on an offering of food was daily placed below the
great tree from whence the arrows had disappeared in an effort to conciliate
the mighty one.
</p>

<p>
But the seed of fear was deep sown, and had he but known it, Tarzan of the Apes
had laid the foundation for much future misery for himself and his tribe.
</p>

<p>
That night he slept in the forest not far from the village, and early the next
morning set out slowly on his homeward march, hunting as he traveled. Only a
few berries and an occasional grub worm rewarded his search, and he was half
famished when, looking up from a log he had been rooting beneath, he saw Sabor,
the lioness, standing in the center of the trail not twenty paces from him.
</p>

<p>
The great yellow eyes were fixed upon him with a wicked and baleful gleam, and
the red tongue licked the longing lips as Sabor crouched, worming her stealthy
way with belly flattened against the earth.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan did not attempt to escape. He welcomed the opportunity for which, in
fact, he had been searching for days past, now that he was armed with something
more than a rope of grass.
</p>

<p>
Quickly he unslung his bow and fitted a well-daubed arrow, and as Sabor sprang,
the tiny missile leaped to meet her in mid-air. At the same instant Tarzan of
the Apes jumped to one side, and as the great cat struck the ground beyond him
another death-tipped arrow sunk deep into Sabor&rsquo;s loin.
</p>

<p>
With a mighty roar the beast turned and charged once more, only to be met with
a third arrow full in one eye; but this time she was too close to the ape-man
for the latter to sidestep the onrushing body.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes went down beneath the great body of his enemy, but with
gleaming knife drawn and striking home. For a moment they lay there, and then
Tarzan realized that the inert mass lying upon him was beyond power ever again
to injure man or ape.
</p>

<p>
With difficulty he wriggled from beneath the great weight, and as he stood
erect and gazed down upon the trophy of his skill, a mighty wave of exultation
swept over him.
</p>

<p>
With swelling breast, he placed a foot upon the body of his powerful enemy, and
throwing back his fine young head, roared out the awful challenge of the
victorious bull ape.
</p>

<p>
The forest echoed to the savage and triumphant paean. Birds fell still, and the
larger animals and beasts of prey slunk stealthily away, for few there were of
all the jungle who sought for trouble with the great anthropoids.
</p>

<p>
And in London another Lord Greystoke was speaking to <i>his</i> kind in the House of
Lords, but none trembled at the sound of his soft voice.
</p>

<p>
Sabor proved unsavory eating even to Tarzan of the Apes, but hunger served as a
most efficacious disguise to toughness and rank taste, and ere long, with
well-filled stomach, the ape-man was ready to sleep again. First, however, he
must remove the hide, for it was as much for this as for any other purpose that
he had desired to destroy Sabor.
</p>

<p>
Deftly he removed the great pelt, for he had practiced often on smaller
animals. When the task was finished he carried his trophy to the fork of a high
tree, and there, curling himself securely in a crotch, he fell into deep and
dreamless slumber.
</p>

<p>
What with loss of sleep, arduous exercise, and a full belly, Tarzan of the Apes
slept the sun around, awakening about noon of the following day. He straightway
repaired to the carcass of Sabor, but was angered to find the bones picked
clean by other hungry denizens of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Half an hour&rsquo;s leisurely progress through the forest brought to sight a
young deer, and before the little creature knew that an enemy was near a tiny
arrow had lodged in its neck.
</p>

<p>
So quickly the virus worked that at the end of a dozen leaps the deer plunged
headlong into the undergrowth, dead. Again did Tarzan feast well, but this time
he did not sleep.
</p>

<p>
Instead, he hastened on toward the point where he had left the tribe, and when
he had found them proudly exhibited the skin of Sabor, the lioness.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Look!&rdquo; he cried, &ldquo;Apes of Kerchak. See what Tarzan, the
mighty killer, has done. Who else among you has ever killed one of Numa&rsquo;s
people? Tarzan is mightiest amongst you for Tarzan is no ape. Tarzan
is&mdash;&rdquo; But here he stopped, for in the language of the anthropoids
there was no word for man, and Tarzan could only write the word in English; he
could not pronounce it.
</p>

<p>
The tribe had gathered about to look upon the proof of his wondrous prowess,
and to listen to his words.
</p>

<p>
Only Kerchak hung back, nursing his hatred and his rage.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly something snapped in the wicked little brain of the anthropoid. With a
frightful roar the great beast sprang among the assemblage.
</p>

<p>
Biting, and striking with his huge hands, he killed and maimed a dozen ere the
balance could escape to the upper terraces of the forest.
</p>

<p>
Frothing and shrieking in the insanity of his fury, Kerchak looked about for
the object of his greatest hatred, and there, upon a near-by limb, he saw him
sitting.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come down, Tarzan, great killer,&rdquo; cried Kerchak. &ldquo;Come down
and feel the fangs of a greater! Do mighty fighters fly to the trees at the
first approach of danger?&rdquo; And then Kerchak emitted the volleying
challenge of his kind.
</p>

<p>
Quietly Tarzan dropped to the ground. Breathlessly the tribe watched from their
lofty perches as Kerchak, still roaring, charged the relatively puny figure.
</p>

<p>
Nearly seven feet stood Kerchak on his short legs. His enormous shoulders were
bunched and rounded with huge muscles. The back of his short neck was as a
single lump of iron sinew which bulged beyond the base of his skull, so that
his head seemed like a small ball protruding from a huge mountain of flesh.
</p>

<p>
His back-drawn, snarling lips exposed his great fighting fangs, and his little,
wicked, blood-shot eyes gleamed in horrid reflection of his madness.
</p>

<p>
Awaiting him stood Tarzan, himself a mighty muscled animal, but his six feet of
height and his great rolling sinews seemed pitifully inadequate to the ordeal
which awaited them.
</p>

<p>
His bow and arrows lay some distance away where he had dropped them while
showing Sabor&rsquo;s hide to his fellow apes, so that he confronted Kerchak
now with only his hunting knife and his superior intellect to offset the
ferocious strength of his enemy.
</p>

<p>
As his antagonist came roaring toward him, Lord Greystoke tore his long knife
from its sheath, and with an answering challenge as horrid and bloodcurdling as
that of the beast he faced, rushed swiftly to meet the attack. He was too
shrewd to allow those long hairy arms to encircle him, and just as their bodies
were about to crash together, Tarzan of the Apes grasped one of the huge wrists
of his assailant, and, springing lightly to one side, drove his knife to the
hilt into Kerchak&rsquo;s body, below the heart.
</p>

<p>
Before he could wrench the blade free again, the bull&rsquo;s quick lunge to
seize him in those awful arms had torn the weapon from Tarzan&rsquo;s grasp.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak aimed a terrific blow at the ape-man&rsquo;s head with the flat of his
hand, a blow which, had it landed, might easily have crushed in the side of
Tarzan&rsquo;s skull.
</p>

<p>
The man was too quick, and, ducking beneath it, himself delivered a mighty one,
with clenched fist, in the pit of Kerchak&rsquo;s stomach.
</p>

<p>
The ape was staggered, and what with the mortal wound in his side had almost
collapsed, when, with one mighty effort he rallied for an instant&mdash;just
long enough to enable him to wrest his arm free from Tarzan&rsquo;s grasp and
close in a terrific clinch with his wiry opponent.
</p>

<p>
Straining the ape-man close to him, his great jaws sought Tarzan&rsquo;s
throat, but the young lord&rsquo;s sinewy fingers were at Kerchak&rsquo;s own
before the cruel fangs could close on the sleek brown skin.
</p>

<p>
Thus they struggled, the one to crush out his opponent&rsquo;s life with those
awful teeth, the other to close forever the windpipe beneath his strong grasp
while he held the snarling mouth from him.
</p>

<p>
The greater strength of the ape was slowly prevailing, and the teeth of the
straining beast were scarce an inch from Tarzan&rsquo;s throat when, with a
shuddering tremor, the great body stiffened for an instant and then sank limply
to the ground.
</p>

<p>
Kerchak was dead.
</p>

<p>
Withdrawing the knife that had so often rendered him master of far mightier
muscles than his own, Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his
vanquished enemy, and once again, loud through the forest rang the fierce, wild
cry of the conqueror.
</p>

<p>
And thus came the young Lord Greystoke into the kingship of the Apes.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap12"></a>CHAPTER XII.<br >
Man&rsquo;s Reason</h2>

<p>
There was one of the tribe of Tarzan who questioned his authority, and that was
Terkoz, the son of Tublat, but he so feared the keen knife and the deadly
arrows of his new lord that he confined the manifestation of his objections to
petty disobediences and irritating mannerisms; Tarzan knew, however, that he
but waited his opportunity to wrest the kingship from him by some sudden stroke
of treachery, and so he was ever on his guard against surprise.
</p>

<p>
For months the life of the little band went on much as it had before, except
that Tarzan&rsquo;s greater intelligence and his ability as a hunter were the
means of providing for them more bountifully than ever before. Most of them,
therefore, were more than content with the change in rulers.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan led them by night to the fields of the black men, and there, warned by
their chief&rsquo;s superior wisdom, they ate only what they required, nor ever
did they destroy what they could not eat, as is the way of Manu, the monkey,
and of most apes.
</p>

<p>
So, while the blacks were wroth at the continued pilfering of their fields,
they were not discouraged in their efforts to cultivate the land, as would have
been the case had Tarzan permitted his people to lay waste the plantation
wantonly.
</p>

<p>
During this period Tarzan paid many nocturnal visits to the village, where he
often renewed his supply of arrows. He soon noticed the food always standing at
the foot of the tree which was his avenue into the palisade, and after a
little, he commenced to eat whatever the blacks put there.
</p>

<p>
When the awe-struck savages saw that the food disappeared overnight they were
filled with consternation and dread, for it was one thing to put food out to
propitiate a god or a devil, but quite another thing to have the spirit really
come into the village and eat it. Such a thing was unheard of, and it clouded
their superstitious minds with all manner of vague fears.
</p>

<p>
Nor was this all. The periodic disappearance of their arrows, and the strange
pranks perpetrated by unseen hands, had wrought them to such a state that life
had become a veritable burden in their new home, and now it was that Mbonga and
his head men began to talk of abandoning the village and seeking a site farther
on in the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Presently the black warriors began to strike farther and farther south into the
heart of the forest when they went to hunt, looking for a site for a new
village.
</p>

<p>
More often was the tribe of Tarzan disturbed by these wandering huntsmen. Now
was the quiet, fierce solitude of the primeval forest broken by new, strange
cries. No longer was there safety for bird or beast. Man had come.
</p>

<p>
Other animals passed up and down the jungle by day and by night&mdash;fierce,
cruel beasts&mdash;but their weaker neighbors only fled from their immediate
vicinity to return again when the danger was past.
</p>

<p>
With man it is different. When he comes many of the larger animals
instinctively leave the district entirely, seldom if ever to return; and thus
it has always been with the great anthropoids. They flee man as man flees a
pestilence.
</p>

<p>
For a short time the tribe of Tarzan lingered in the vicinity of the beach
because their new chief hated the thought of leaving the treasured contents of
the little cabin forever. But when one day a member of the tribe discovered the
blacks in great numbers on the banks of a little stream that had been their
watering place for generations, and in the act of clearing a space in the
jungle and erecting many huts, the apes would remain no longer; and so Tarzan
led them inland for many marches to a spot as yet undefiled by the foot of a
human being.
</p>

<p>
Once every moon Tarzan would go swinging rapidly back through the swaying
branches to have a day with his books, and to replenish his supply of arrows.
This latter task was becoming more and more difficult, for the blacks had taken
to hiding their supply away at night in granaries and living huts.
</p>

<p>
This necessitated watching by day on Tarzan&rsquo;s part to discover where the
arrows were being concealed.
</p>

<p>
Twice had he entered huts at night while the inmates lay sleeping upon their
mats, and stolen the arrows from the very sides of the warriors. But this
method he realized to be too fraught with danger, and so he commenced picking
up solitary hunters with his long, deadly noose, stripping them of weapons and
ornaments and dropping their bodies from a high tree into the village street
during the still watches of the night.
</p>

<p>
These various escapades again so terrorized the blacks that, had it not been
for the monthly respite between Tarzan&rsquo;s visits, in which they had
opportunity to renew hope that each fresh incursion would prove the last, they
soon would have abandoned their new village.
</p>

<p>
The blacks had not as yet come upon Tarzan&rsquo;s cabin on the distant beach,
but the ape-man lived in constant dread that, while he was away with the tribe,
they would discover and despoil his treasure. So it came that he spent more and
more time in the vicinity of his father&rsquo;s last home, and less and less
with the tribe. Presently the members of his little community began to suffer
on account of his neglect, for disputes and quarrels constantly arose which
only the king might settle peaceably.
</p>

<p>
At last some of the older apes spoke to Tarzan on the subject, and for a month
thereafter he remained constantly with the tribe.
</p>

<p>
The duties of kingship among the anthropoids are not many or arduous.
</p>

<p>
In the afternoon comes Thaka, possibly, to complain that old Mungo has stolen
his new wife. Then must Tarzan summon all before him, and if he finds that the
wife prefers her new lord he commands that matters remain as they are, or
possibly that Mungo give Thaka one of his daughters in exchange.
</p>

<p>
Whatever his decision, the apes accept it as final, and return to their
occupations satisfied.
</p>

<p>
Then comes Tana, shrieking and holding tight her side from which blood is
streaming. Gunto, her husband, has cruelly bitten her! And Gunto, summoned,
says that Tana is lazy and will not bring him nuts and beetles, or scratch his
back for him.
</p>

<p>
So Tarzan scolds them both and threatens Gunto with a taste of the
death-bearing slivers if he abuses Tana further, and Tana, for her part, is
compelled to promise better attention to her wifely duties.
</p>

<p>
And so it goes, little family differences for the most part, which, if left
unsettled would result finally in greater factional strife, and the eventual
dismemberment of the tribe.
</p>

<p>
But Tarzan tired of it, as he found that kingship meant the curtailment of his
liberty. He longed for the little cabin and the sun-kissed sea&mdash;for the
cool interior of the well-built house, and for the never-ending wonders of the
many books.
</p>

<p>
As he had grown older, he found that he had grown away from his people. Their
interests and his were far removed. They had not kept pace with him, nor could
they understand aught of the many strange and wonderful dreams that passed
through the active brain of their human king. So limited was their vocabulary
that Tarzan could not even talk with them of the many new truths, and the great
fields of thought that his reading had opened up before his longing eyes, or
make known ambitions which stirred his soul.
</p>

<p>
Among the tribe he no longer had friends as of old. A little child may find
companionship in many strange and simple creatures, but to a grown man there
must be some semblance of equality in intellect as the basis for agreeable
association.
</p>

<p>
Had Kala lived, Tarzan would have sacrificed all else to remain near her, but
now that she was dead, and the playful friends of his childhood grown into
fierce and surly brutes he felt that he much preferred the peace and solitude
of his cabin to the irksome duties of leadership amongst a horde of wild
beasts.
</p>

<p>
The hatred and jealousy of Terkoz, son of Tublat, did much to counteract the
effect of Tarzan&rsquo;s desire to renounce his kingship among the apes, for,
stubborn young Englishman that he was, he could not bring himself to retreat in
the face of so malignant an enemy.
</p>

<p>
That Terkoz would be chosen leader in his stead he knew full well, for time and
again the ferocious brute had established his claim to physical supremacy over
the few bull apes who had dared resent his savage bullying.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan would have liked to subdue the ugly beast without recourse to knife or
arrows. So much had his great strength and agility increased in the period
following his maturity that he had come to believe that he might master the
redoubtable Terkoz in a hand to hand fight were it not for the terrible
advantage the anthropoid&rsquo;s huge fighting fangs gave him over the poorly
armed Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
The entire matter was taken out of Tarzan&rsquo;s hands one day by force of
circumstances, and his future left open to him, so that he might go or stay
without any stain upon his savage escutcheon.
</p>

<p>
It happened thus:
</p>

<p>
The tribe was feeding quietly, spread over a considerable area, when a great
screaming arose some distance east of where Tarzan lay upon his belly beside a
limpid brook, attempting to catch an elusive fish in his quick, brown hands.
</p>

<p>
With one accord the tribe swung rapidly toward the frightened cries, and there
found Terkoz holding an old female by the hair and beating her unmercifully
with his great hands.
</p>

<p>
As Tarzan approached he raised his hand aloft for Terkoz to desist, for the
female was not his, but belonged to a poor old ape whose fighting days were
long over, and who, therefore, could not protect his family.
</p>

<p>
Terkoz knew that it was against the laws of his kind to strike this woman of
another, but being a bully, he had taken advantage of the weakness of the
female&rsquo;s husband to chastise her because she had refused to give up to
him a tender young rodent she had captured.
</p>

<p>
When Terkoz saw Tarzan approaching without his arrows, he continued to belabor
the poor woman in a studied effort to affront his hated chieftain.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan did not repeat his warning signal, but instead rushed bodily upon the
waiting Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
Never had the ape-man fought so terrible a battle since that long-gone day when
Bolgani, the great king gorilla had so horribly manhandled him ere the
new-found knife had, by accident, pricked the savage heart.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan&rsquo;s knife on the present occasion but barely offset the gleaming
fangs of Terkoz, and what little advantage the ape had over the man in brute
strength was almost balanced by the latter&rsquo;s wonderful quickness and
agility.
</p>

<p>
In the sum total of their points, however, the anthropoid had a shade the
better of the battle, and had there been no other personal attribute to
influence the final outcome, Tarzan of the Apes, the young Lord Greystoke,
would have died as he had lived&mdash;an unknown savage beast in equatorial
Africa.
</p>

<p>
But there was that which had raised him far above his fellows of the
jungle&mdash;that little spark which spells the whole vast difference between
man and brute&mdash;Reason. This it was which saved him from death beneath the
iron muscles and tearing fangs of Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had they fought a dozen seconds ere they were rolling upon the ground,
striking, tearing and rending&mdash;two great savage beasts battling to the
death.
</p>

<p>
Terkoz had a dozen knife wounds on head and breast, and Tarzan was torn and
bleeding&mdash;his scalp in one place half torn from his head so that a great
piece hung down over one eye, obstructing his vision.
</p>

<p>
But so far the young Englishman had been able to keep those horrible fangs from
his jugular and now, as they fought less fiercely for a moment, to regain their
breath, Tarzan formed a cunning plan. He would work his way to the
other&rsquo;s back and, clinging there with tooth and nail, drive his knife
home until Terkoz was no more.
</p>

<p>
The maneuver was accomplished more easily than he had hoped, for the stupid
beast, not knowing what Tarzan was attempting, made no particular effort to
prevent the accomplishment of the design.
</p>

<p>
But when, finally, he realized that his antagonist was fastened to him where
his teeth and fists alike were useless against him, Terkoz hurled himself about
upon the ground so violently that Tarzan could but cling desperately to the
leaping, turning, twisting body, and ere he had struck a blow the knife was
hurled from his hand by a heavy impact against the earth, and Tarzan found
himself defenseless.
</p>

<p>
During the rollings and squirmings of the next few minutes, Tarzan&rsquo;s hold
was loosened a dozen times until finally an accidental circumstance of those
swift and everchanging evolutions gave him a new hold with his right hand,
which he realized was absolutely unassailable.
</p>

<p>
His arm was passed beneath Terkoz&rsquo;s arm from behind and his hand and
forearm encircled the back of Terkoz&rsquo;s neck. It was the half-Nelson of
modern wrestling which the untaught ape-man had stumbled upon, but superior
reason showed him in an instant the value of the thing he had discovered. It
was the difference to him between life and death.
</p>

<p>
And so he struggled to encompass a similar hold with the left hand, and in a
few moments Terkoz&rsquo;s bull neck was creaking beneath a full-Nelson.
</p>

<p>
There was no more lunging about now. The two lay perfectly still upon the
ground, Tarzan upon Terkoz&rsquo;s back. Slowly the bullet head of the ape was
being forced lower and lower upon his chest.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan knew what the result would be. In an instant the neck would break. Then
there came to Terkoz&rsquo;s rescue the same thing that had put him in these
sore straits&mdash;a man&rsquo;s reasoning power.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If I kill him,&rdquo; thought Tarzan, &ldquo;what advantage will it be
to me? Will it not rob the tribe of a great fighter? And if Terkoz be dead, he
will know nothing of my supremacy, while alive he will ever be an example to
the other apes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Ka-goda?</i>&rdquo; hissed Tarzan in Terkoz&rsquo;s ear, which, in ape
tongue, means, freely translated: &ldquo;Do you surrender?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
For a moment there was no reply, and Tarzan added a few more ounces of
pressure, which elicited a horrified shriek of pain from the great beast.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Ka-goda?</i>&rdquo; repeated Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Ka-goda!</i>&rdquo; cried Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Listen,&rdquo; said Tarzan, easing up a trifle, but not releasing his
hold. &ldquo;I am Tarzan, King of the Apes, mighty hunter, mighty fighter. In
all the jungle there is none so great.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have said: &lsquo;<i>Ka-goda</i>&rsquo; to me. All the tribe have heard.
Quarrel no more with your king or your people, for next time I shall kill you.
Do you understand?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Huh</i>,&rdquo; assented Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And you are satisfied?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Huh</i>,&rdquo; said the ape.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan let him up, and in a few minutes all were back at their vocations, as
though naught had occurred to mar the tranquility of their primeval forest
haunts.
</p>

<p>
But deep in the minds of the apes was rooted the conviction that Tarzan was a
mighty fighter and a strange creature. Strange because he had had it in his
power to kill his enemy, but had allowed him to live&mdash;unharmed.
</p>

<p>
That afternoon as the tribe came together, as was their wont before darkness
settled on the jungle, Tarzan, his wounds washed in the waters of the stream,
called the old males about him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have seen again to-day that Tarzan of the Apes is the greatest among
you,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Huh</i>,&rdquo; they replied with one voice, &ldquo;Tarzan is great.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tarzan,&rdquo; he continued, &ldquo;is not an ape. He is not like his
people. His ways are not their ways, and so Tarzan is going back to the lair of
his own kind by the waters of the great lake which has no farther shore. You
must choose another to rule you, for Tarzan will not return.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And thus young Lord Greystoke took the first step toward the goal which he had
set&mdash;the finding of other white men like himself.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap13"></a>CHAPTER XIII.<br >
His Own Kind</h2>

<p>
The following morning, Tarzan, lame and sore from the wounds of his battle with
Terkoz, set out toward the west and the seacoast.
</p>

<p>
He traveled very slowly, sleeping in the jungle at night, and reaching his
cabin late the following morning.
</p>

<p>
For several days he moved about but little, only enough to gather what fruits
and nuts he required to satisfy the demands of hunger.
</p>

<p>
In ten days he was quite sound again, except for a terrible, half-healed scar,
which, starting above his left eye ran across the top of his head, ending at
the right ear. It was the mark left by Terkoz when he had torn the scalp away.
</p>

<p>
During his convalescence Tarzan tried to fashion a mantle from the skin of
Sabor, which had lain all this time in the cabin. But he found the hide had
dried as stiff as a board, and as he knew naught of tanning, he was forced to
abandon his cherished plan.
</p>

<p>
Then he determined to filch what few garments he could from one of the black
men of Mbonga&rsquo;s village, for Tarzan of the Apes had decided to mark his
evolution from the lower orders in every possible manner, and nothing seemed to
him a more distinguishing badge of manhood than ornaments and clothing.
</p>

<p>
To this end, therefore, he collected the various arm and leg ornaments he had
taken from the black warriors who had succumbed to his swift and silent noose,
and donned them all after the way he had seen them worn.
</p>

<p>
About his neck hung the golden chain from which depended the diamond encrusted
locket of his mother, the Lady Alice. At his back was a quiver of arrows slung
from a leathern shoulder belt, another piece of loot from some vanquished
black.
</p>

<p>
About his waist was a belt of tiny strips of rawhide fashioned by himself as a
support for the home-made scabbard in which hung his father&rsquo;s hunting
knife. The long bow which had been Kulonga&rsquo;s hung over his left shoulder.
</p>

<p>
The young Lord Greystoke was indeed a strange and war-like figure, his mass of
black hair falling to his shoulders behind and cut with his hunting knife to a
rude bang upon his forehead, that it might not fall before his eyes.
</p>

<p>
His straight and perfect figure, muscled as the best of the ancient Roman
gladiators must have been muscled, and yet with the soft and sinuous curves of
a Greek god, told at a glance the wondrous combination of enormous strength
with suppleness and speed.
</p>

<p>
A personification, was Tarzan of the Apes, of the primitive man, the hunter,
the warrior.
</p>

<p>
With the noble poise of his handsome head upon those broad shoulders, and the
fire of life and intelligence in those fine, clear eyes, he might readily have
typified some demigod of a wild and warlike bygone people of his ancient
forest.
</p>

<p>
But of these things Tarzan did not think. He was worried because he had not
clothing to indicate to all the jungle folks that he was a man and not an ape,
and grave doubt often entered his mind as to whether he might not yet become an
ape.
</p>

<p>
Was not hair commencing to grow upon his face? All the apes had hair upon
theirs but the black men were entirely hairless, with very few exceptions.
</p>

<p>
True, he had seen pictures in his books of men with great masses of hair upon
lip and cheek and chin, but, nevertheless, Tarzan was afraid. Almost daily he
whetted his keen knife and scraped and whittled at his young beard to eradicate
this degrading emblem of apehood.
</p>

<p>
And so he learned to shave&mdash;rudely and painfully, it is true&mdash;but,
nevertheless, effectively.
</p>

<p>
When he felt quite strong again, after his bloody battle with Terkoz, Tarzan
set off one morning towards Mbonga&rsquo;s village. He was moving carelessly
along a winding jungle trail, instead of making his progress through the trees,
when suddenly he came face to face with a black warrior.
</p>

<p>
The look of surprise on the savage face was almost comical, and before Tarzan
could unsling his bow the fellow had turned and fled down the path crying out
in alarm as though to others before him.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan took to the trees in pursuit, and in a few moments came in view of the
men desperately striving to escape.
</p>

<p>
There were three of them, and they were racing madly in single file through the
dense undergrowth.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan easily distanced them, nor did they see his silent passage above their
heads, nor note the crouching figure squatted upon a low branch ahead of them
beneath which the trail led them.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan let the first two pass beneath him, but as the third came swiftly on,
the quiet noose dropped about the black throat. A quick jerk drew it taut.
</p>

<p>
There was an agonized scream from the victim, and his fellows turned to see his
struggling body rise as by magic slowly into the dense foliage of the trees
above.
</p>

<p>
With frightened shrieks they wheeled once more and plunged on in their efforts
to escape.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan dispatched his prisoner quickly and silently; removed the weapons and
ornaments, and&mdash;oh, the greatest joy of all&mdash;a handsome deerskin
breechcloth, which he quickly transferred to his own person.
</p>

<p>
Now indeed was he dressed as a man should be. None there was who could now
doubt his high origin. How he should have liked to have returned to the tribe
to parade before their envious gaze this wondrous finery.
</p>

<p>
Taking the body across his shoulder, he moved more slowly through the trees
toward the little palisaded village, for he again needed arrows.
</p>

<p>
As he approached quite close to the enclosure he saw an excited group
surrounding the two fugitives, who, trembling with fright and exhaustion, were
scarce able to recount the uncanny details of their adventure.
</p>

<p>
Mirando, they said, who had been ahead of them a short distance, had suddenly
come screaming toward them, crying that a terrible white and naked warrior was
pursuing him. The three of them had hurried toward the village as rapidly as
their legs would carry them.
</p>

<p>
Again Mirando&rsquo;s shrill cry of mortal terror had caused them to look back,
and there they had seen the most horrible sight&mdash;their companion&rsquo;s
body flying upwards into the trees, his arms and legs beating the air and his
tongue protruding from his open mouth. No other sound did he utter nor was
there any creature in sight about him.
</p>

<p>
The villagers were worked up into a state of fear bordering on panic, but wise
old Mbonga affected to feel considerable skepticism regarding the tale, and
attributed the whole fabrication to their fright in the face of some real
danger.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You tell us this great story,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;because you do not
dare to speak the truth. You do not dare admit that when the lion sprang upon
Mirando you ran away and left him. You are cowards.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Scarcely had Mbonga ceased speaking when a great crashing of branches in the
trees above them caused the blacks to look up in renewed terror. The sight that
met their eyes made even wise old Mbonga shudder, for there, turning and
twisting in the air, came the dead body of Mirando, to sprawl with a sickening
reverberation upon the ground at their feet.
</p>

<p>
With one accord the blacks took to their heels; nor did they stop until the
last of them was lost in the dense shadows of the surrounding jungle.
</p>

<p>
Again Tarzan came down into the village and renewed his supply of arrows and
ate of the offering of food which the blacks had made to appease his wrath.
</p>

<p>
Before he left he carried the body of Mirando to the gate of the village, and
propped it up against the palisade in such a way that the dead face seemed to
be peering around the edge of the gatepost down the path which led to the
jungle.
</p>

<p>
Then Tarzan returned, hunting, always hunting, to the cabin by the beach.
</p>

<p>
It took a dozen attempts on the part of the thoroughly frightened blacks to
reenter their village, past the horrible, grinning face of their dead fellow,
and when they found the food and arrows gone they knew, what they had only too
well feared, that Mirando had seen the evil spirit of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
That now seemed to them the logical explanation. Only those who saw this
terrible god of the jungle died; for was it not true that none left alive in
the village had ever seen him? Therefore, those who had died at his hands must
have seen him and paid the penalty with their lives.
</p>

<p>
As long as they supplied him with arrows and food he would not harm them unless
they looked upon him, so it was ordered by Mbonga that in addition to the food
offering there should also be laid out an offering of arrows for this
Munan-go-Keewati, and this was done from then on.
</p>

<p>
If you ever chance to pass that far off African village you will still see
before a tiny thatched hut, built just without the village, a little iron pot
in which is a quantity of food, and beside it a quiver of well-daubed arrows.
</p>

<p>
When Tarzan came in sight of the beach where stood his cabin, a strange and
unusual spectacle met his vision.
</p>

<p>
On the placid waters of the landlocked harbor floated a great ship, and on the
beach a small boat was drawn up.
</p>

<p>
But, most wonderful of all, a number of white men like himself were moving
about between the beach and his cabin.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan saw that in many ways they were like the men of his picture books. He
crept closer through the trees until he was quite close above them.
</p>

<p>
There were ten men, swarthy, sun-tanned, villainous looking fellows. Now they
had congregated by the boat and were talking in loud, angry tones, with much
gesticulating and shaking of fists.
</p>

<p>
Presently one of them, a little, mean-faced, black-bearded fellow with a
countenance which reminded Tarzan of Pamba, the rat, laid his hand upon the
shoulder of a giant who stood next him, and with whom all the others had been
arguing and quarreling.
</p>

<p>
The little man pointed inland, so that the giant was forced to turn away from
the others to look in the direction indicated. As he turned, the little,
mean-faced man drew a revolver from his belt and shot the giant in the back.
</p>

<p>
The big fellow threw his hands above his head, his knees bent beneath him, and
without a sound he tumbled forward upon the beach, dead.
</p>

<p>
The report of the weapon, the first that Tarzan had ever heard, filled him with
wonderment, but even this unaccustomed sound could not startle his healthy
nerves into even a semblance of panic.
</p>

<p>
The conduct of the white strangers it was that caused him the greatest
perturbation. He puckered his brows into a frown of deep thought. It was well,
thought he, that he had not given way to his first impulse to rush forward and
greet these white men as brothers.
</p>

<p>
They were evidently no different from the black men&mdash;no more civilized
than the apes&mdash;no less cruel than Sabor.
</p>

<p>
For a moment the others stood looking at the little, mean-faced man and the
giant lying dead upon the beach.
</p>

<p>
Then one of them laughed and slapped the little man upon the back. There was
much more talk and gesticulating, but less quarreling.
</p>

<p>
Presently they launched the boat and all jumped into it and rowed away toward
the great ship, where Tarzan could see other figures moving about upon the
deck.
</p>

<p>
When they had clambered aboard, Tarzan dropped to earth behind a great tree and
crept to his cabin, keeping it always between himself and the ship.
</p>

<p>
Slipping in at the door he found that everything had been ransacked. His books
and pencils strewed the floor. His weapons and shields and other little store
of treasures were littered about.
</p>

<p>
As he saw what had been done a great wave of anger surged through him, and the
new made scar upon his forehead stood suddenly out, a bar of inflamed crimson
against his tawny hide.
</p>

<p>
Quickly he ran to the cupboard and searched in the far recess of the lower
shelf. Ah! He breathed a sigh of relief as he drew out the little tin box, and,
opening it, found his greatest treasures undisturbed.
</p>

<p>
The photograph of the smiling, strong-faced young man, and the little black
puzzle book were safe.
</p>

<p>
What was that?
</p>

<p>
His quick ear had caught a faint but unfamiliar sound.
</p>

<p>
Running to the window Tarzan looked toward the harbor, and there he saw that a
boat was being lowered from the great ship beside the one already in the water.
Soon he saw many people clambering over the sides of the larger vessel and
dropping into the boats. They were coming back in full force.
</p>

<p>
For a moment longer Tarzan watched while a number of boxes and bundles were
lowered into the waiting boats, then, as they shoved off from the ship&rsquo;s
side, the ape-man snatched up a piece of paper, and with a pencil printed on it
for a few moments until it bore several lines of strong, well-made, almost
letter-perfect characters.
</p>

<p>
This notice he stuck upon the door with a small sharp splinter of wood. Then
gathering up his precious tin box, his arrows, and as many bows and spears as
he could carry, he hastened through the door and disappeared into the forest.
</p>

<p>
When the two boats were beached upon the silvery sand it was a strange
assortment of humanity that clambered ashore.
</p>

<p>
Some twenty souls in all there were, fifteen of them rough and villainous
appearing seamen.
</p>

<p>
The others of the party were of different stamp.
</p>

<p>
One was an elderly man, with white hair and large rimmed spectacles. His
slightly stooped shoulders were draped in an ill-fitting, though immaculate,
frock coat, and a shiny silk hat added to the incongruity of his garb in an
African jungle.
</p>

<p>
The second member of the party to land was a tall young man in white ducks,
while directly behind came another elderly man with a very high forehead and a
fussy, excitable manner.
</p>

<p>
After these came a huge Negress clothed like Solomon as to colors. Her great
eyes rolled in evident terror, first toward the jungle and then toward the
cursing band of sailors who were removing the bales and boxes from the boats.
</p>

<p>
The last member of the party to disembark was a girl of about nineteen, and it
was the young man who stood at the boat&rsquo;s prow to lift her high and dry
upon land. She gave him a brave and pretty smile of thanks, but no words passed
between them.
</p>

<p>
In silence the party advanced toward the cabin. It was evident that whatever
their intentions, all had been decided upon before they left the ship; and so
they came to the door, the sailors carrying the boxes and bales, followed by
the five who were of so different a class. The men put down their burdens, and
then one caught sight of the notice which Tarzan had posted.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ho, mates!&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s here? This sign was not
posted an hour ago or I&rsquo;ll eat the cook.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The others gathered about, craning their necks over the shoulders of those
before them, but as few of them could read at all, and then only after the most
laborious fashion, one finally turned to the little old man of the top hat and
frock coat.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hi, perfesser,&rdquo; he called, &ldquo;step for&rsquo;rd and read the
bloomin&rsquo; notis.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Thus addressed, the old man came slowly to where the sailors stood, followed by
the other members of his party. Adjusting his spectacles he looked for a moment
at the placard and then, turning away, strolled off muttering to himself:
&ldquo;Most remarkable&mdash;most remarkable!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hi, old fossil,&rdquo; cried the man who had first called on him for
assistance, &ldquo;did je think we wanted of you to read the bloomin&rsquo;
notis to yourself? Come back here and read it out loud, you old
barnacle.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The old man stopped and, turning back, said: &ldquo;Oh, yes, my dear sir, a
thousand pardons. It was quite thoughtless of me, yes&mdash;very thoughtless.
Most remarkable&mdash;most remarkable!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Again he faced the notice and read it through, and doubtless would have turned
off again to ruminate upon it had not the sailor grasped him roughly by the
collar and howled into his ear.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Read it out loud, you blithering old idiot.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, yes indeed, yes indeed,&rdquo; replied the professor softly, and
adjusting his spectacles once more he read aloud:
</p>

<p class="center">
THIS IS THE HOUSE OF TARZAN, THE<br >
KILLER OF BEASTS AND MANY BLACK<br >
MEN. DO NOT HARM THE THINGS WHICH<br >
ARE TARZAN&rsquo;S. TARZAN WATCHES.<br >
TARZAN OF THE APES.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Who the devil is Tarzan?&rdquo; cried the sailor who had before spoken.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He evidently speaks English,&rdquo; said the young man.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But what does &lsquo;Tarzan of the Apes&rsquo; mean?&rdquo; cried the
girl.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know, Miss Porter,&rdquo; replied the young man, &ldquo;unless
we have discovered a runaway simian from the London Zoo who has brought back a
European education to his jungle home. What do you make of it, Professor
Porter?&rdquo; he added, turning to the old man.
</p>

<p>
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter adjusted his spectacles.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, yes, indeed; yes indeed&mdash;most remarkable, most
remarkable!&rdquo; said the professor; &ldquo;but I can add nothing further to
what I have already remarked in elucidation of this truly momentous
occurrence,&rdquo; and the professor turned slowly in the direction of the
jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But, papa,&rdquo; cried the girl, &ldquo;you haven&rsquo;t said anything
about it yet.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, child; tut, tut,&rdquo; responded Professor Porter, in a
kindly and indulgent tone, &ldquo;do not trouble your pretty head with such
weighty and abstruse problems,&rdquo; and again he wandered slowly off in still
another direction, his eyes bent upon the ground at his feet, his hands clasped
behind him beneath the flowing tails of his coat.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I reckon the daffy old bounder don&rsquo;t know no more&rsquo;n we do
about it,&rdquo; growled the rat-faced sailor.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Keep a civil tongue in your head,&rdquo; cried the young man, his face
paling in anger, at the insulting tone of the sailor. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve
murdered our officers and robbed us. We are absolutely in your power, but
you&rsquo;ll treat Professor Porter and Miss Porter with respect or I&rsquo;ll
break that vile neck of yours with my bare hands&mdash;guns or no guns,&rdquo;
and the young fellow stepped so close to the rat-faced sailor that the latter,
though he bore two revolvers and a villainous looking knife in his belt, slunk
back abashed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You damned coward,&rdquo; cried the young man. &ldquo;You&rsquo;d never
dare shoot a man until his back was turned. You don&rsquo;t dare shoot me even
then,&rdquo; and he deliberately turned his back full upon the sailor and
walked nonchalantly away as if to put him to the test.
</p>

<p>
The sailor&rsquo;s hand crept slyly to the butt of one of his revolvers; his
wicked eyes glared vengefully at the retreating form of the young Englishman.
The gaze of his fellows was upon him, but still he hesitated. At heart he was
even a greater coward than Mr. William Cecil Clayton had imagined.
</p>

<p>
Two keen eyes had watched every move of the party from the foliage of a nearby
tree. Tarzan had seen the surprise caused by his notice, and while he could
understand nothing of the spoken language of these strange people their
gestures and facial expressions told him much.
</p>

<p>
The act of the little rat-faced sailor in killing one of his comrades had
aroused a strong dislike in Tarzan, and now that he saw him quarreling with the
fine-looking young man his animosity was still further stirred.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had never seen the effects of a firearm before, though his books had
taught him something of them, but when he saw the rat-faced one fingering the
butt of his revolver he thought of the scene he had witnessed so short a time
before, and naturally expected to see the young man murdered as had been the
huge sailor earlier in the day.
</p>

<p>
So Tarzan fitted a poisoned arrow to his bow and drew a bead upon the rat-faced
sailor, but the foliage was so thick that he soon saw the arrow would be
deflected by the leaves or some small branch, and instead he launched a heavy
spear from his lofty perch.
</p>

<p>
Clayton had taken but a dozen steps. The rat-faced sailor had half drawn his
revolver; the other sailors stood watching the scene intently.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter had already disappeared into the jungle, whither he was being
followed by the fussy Samuel T. Philander, his secretary and assistant.
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda, the Negress, was busy sorting her mistress&rsquo; baggage from the
pile of bales and boxes beside the cabin, and Miss Porter had turned away to
follow Clayton, when something caused her to turn again toward the sailor.
</p>

<p>
And then three things happened almost simultaneously. The sailor jerked out his
weapon and leveled it at Clayton&rsquo;s back, Miss Porter screamed a warning,
and a long, metal-shod spear shot like a bolt from above and passed entirely
through the right shoulder of the rat-faced man.
</p>

<p>
The revolver exploded harmlessly in the air, and the seaman crumpled up with a
scream of pain and terror.
</p>

<p>
Clayton turned and rushed back toward the scene. The sailors stood in a
frightened group, with drawn weapons, peering into the jungle. The wounded man
writhed and shrieked upon the ground.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, unseen by any, picked up the fallen revolver and slipped it inside his
shirt, then he joined the sailors in gazing, mystified, into the jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Who could it have been?&rdquo; whispered Jane Porter, and the young man
turned to see her standing, wide-eyed and wondering, close beside him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I dare say Tarzan of the Apes is watching us all right,&rdquo; he
answered, in a dubious tone. &ldquo;I wonder, now, who that spear was intended
for. If for Snipes, then our ape friend is a friend indeed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;By jove, where are your father and Mr. Philander? There&rsquo;s someone
or something in that jungle, and it&rsquo;s armed, whatever it is. Ho!
Professor! Mr. Philander!&rdquo; young Clayton shouted. There was no response.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What&rsquo;s to be done, Miss Porter?&rdquo; continued the young man,
his face clouded by a frown of worry and indecision.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t leave you here alone with these cutthroats, and you
certainly can&rsquo;t venture into the jungle with me; yet someone must go in
search of your father. He is more than apt to wandering off aimlessly,
regardless of danger or direction, and Mr. Philander is only a trifle less
impractical than he. You will pardon my bluntness, but our lives are all in
jeopardy here, and when we get your father back something must be done to
impress upon him the dangers to which he exposes you as well as himself by his
absent-mindedness.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I quite agree with you,&rdquo; replied the girl, &ldquo;and I am not
offended at all. Dear old papa would sacrifice his life for me without an
instant&rsquo;s hesitation, provided one could keep his mind on so frivolous a
matter for an entire instant. There is only one way to keep him in safety, and
that is to chain him to a tree. The poor dear is SO impractical.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have it!&rdquo; suddenly exclaimed Clayton. &ldquo;You can use a
revolver, can&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes. Why?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have one. With it you and Esmeralda will be comparatively safe in this
cabin while I am searching for your father and Mr. Philander. Come, call the
woman and I will hurry on. They can&rsquo;t have gone far.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane did as he suggested and when he saw the door close safely behind them
Clayton turned toward the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Some of the sailors were drawing the spear from their wounded comrade and, as
Clayton approached, he asked if he could borrow a revolver from one of them
while he searched the jungle for the professor.
</p>

<p>
The rat-faced one, finding he was not dead, had regained his composure, and
with a volley of oaths directed at Clayton refused in the name of his fellows
to allow the young man any firearms.
</p>

<p>
This man, Snipes, had assumed the role of chief since he had killed their
former leader, and so little time had elapsed that none of his companions had
as yet questioned his authority.
</p>

<p>
Clayton&rsquo;s only response was a shrug of the shoulders, but as he left them
he picked up the spear which had transfixed Snipes, and thus primitively armed,
the son of the then Lord Greystoke strode into the dense jungle.
</p>

<p>
Every few moments he called aloud the names of the wanderers. The watchers in
the cabin by the beach heard the sound of his voice growing ever fainter and
fainter, until at last it was swallowed up by the myriad noises of the primeval
wood.
</p>

<p>
When Professor Archimedes Q. Porter and his assistant, Samuel T. Philander,
after much insistence on the part of the latter, had finally turned their steps
toward camp, they were as completely lost in the wild and tangled labyrinth of
the matted jungle as two human beings well could be, though they did not know
it.
</p>

<p>
It was by the merest caprice of fortune that they headed toward the west coast
of Africa, instead of toward Zanzibar on the opposite side of the dark
continent.
</p>

<p>
When in a short time they reached the beach, only to find no camp in sight,
Philander was positive that they were north of their proper destination, while,
as a matter of fact they were about two hundred yards south of it.
</p>

<p>
It never occurred to either of these impractical theorists to call aloud on the
chance of attracting their friends&rsquo; attention. Instead, with all the
assurance that deductive reasoning from a wrong premise induces in one, Mr.
Samuel T. Philander grasped Professor Archimedes Q. Porter firmly by the arm
and hurried the weakly protesting old gentleman off in the direction of Cape
Town, fifteen hundred miles to the south.
</p>

<p>
When Jane and Esmeralda found themselves safely behind the cabin door the
Negress&rsquo;s first thought was to barricade the portal from the inside. With
this idea in mind she turned to search for some means of putting it into
execution; but her first view of the interior of the cabin brought a shriek of
terror to her lips, and like a frightened child the huge woman ran to bury her
face on her mistress&rsquo; shoulder.
</p>

<p>
Jane, turning at the cry, saw the cause of it lying prone upon the floor before
them&mdash;the whitened skeleton of a man. A further glance revealed a second
skeleton upon the bed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What horrible place are we in?&rdquo; murmured the awe-struck girl. But
there was no panic in her fright.
</p>

<p>
At last, disengaging herself from the frantic clutch of the still shrieking
Esmeralda, Jane crossed the room to look into the little cradle, knowing what
she should see there even before the tiny skeleton disclosed itself in all its
pitiful and pathetic frailty.
</p>

<p>
What an awful tragedy these poor mute bones proclaimed! The girl shuddered at
thought of the eventualities which might lie before herself and her friends in
this ill-fated cabin, the haunt of mysterious, perhaps hostile, beings.
</p>

<p>
Quickly, with an impatient stamp of her little foot, she endeavored to shake
off the gloomy forebodings, and turning to Esmeralda bade her cease her
wailing.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Stop, Esmeralda, stop it this minute!&rdquo; she cried. &ldquo;You are
only making it worse.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She ended lamely, a little quiver in her own voice as she thought of the three
men, upon whom she depended for protection, wandering in the depth of that
awful forest.
</p>

<p>
Soon the girl found that the door was equipped with a heavy wooden bar upon the
inside, and after several efforts the combined strength of the two enabled them
to slip it into place, the first time in twenty years.
</p>

<p>
Then they sat down upon a bench with their arms about one another, and waited.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap14"></a>CHAPTER XIV.<br >
At the Mercy of the Jungle</h2>

<p>
After Clayton had plunged into the jungle, the sailors&mdash;mutineers of the
<i>Arrow</i>&mdash;fell into a discussion of their next step; but on one point all
were agreed&mdash;that they should hasten to put off to the anchored <i>Arrow</i>,
where they could at least be safe from the spears of their unseen foe. And so,
while Jane Porter and Esmeralda were barricading themselves within the cabin,
the cowardly crew of cutthroats were pulling rapidly for their ship in the two
boats that had brought them ashore.
</p>

<p>
So much had Tarzan seen that day that his head was in a whirl of wonder. But
the most wonderful sight of all, to him, was the face of the beautiful white
girl.
</p>

<p>
Here at last was one of his own kind; of that he was positive. And the young
man and the two old men; they, too, were much as he had pictured his own people
to be.
</p>

<p>
But doubtless they were as ferocious and cruel as other men he had seen. The
fact that they alone of all the party were unarmed might account for the fact
that they had killed no one. They might be very different if provided with
weapons.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had seen the young man pick up the fallen revolver of the wounded Snipes
and hide it away in his breast; and he had also seen him slip it cautiously to
the girl as she entered the cabin door.
</p>

<p>
He did not understand anything of the motives behind all that he had seen; but,
somehow, intuitively he liked the young man and the two old men, and for the
girl he had a strange longing which he scarcely understood. As for the big
black woman, she was evidently connected in some way to the girl, and so he
liked her, also.
</p>

<p>
For the sailors, and especially Snipes, he had developed a great hatred. He
knew by their threatening gestures and by the expression upon their evil faces
that they were enemies of the others of the party, and so he decided to watch
closely.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan wondered why the men had gone into the jungle, nor did it ever occur to
him that one could become lost in that maze of undergrowth which to him was as
simple as is the main street of your own home town to you.
</p>

<p>
When he saw the sailors row away toward the ship, and knew that the girl and
her companion were safe in his cabin, Tarzan decided to follow the young man
into the jungle and learn what his errand might be. He swung off rapidly in the
direction taken by Clayton, and in a short time heard faintly in the distance
the now only occasional calls of the Englishman to his friends.
</p>

<p>
Presently Tarzan came up with the white man, who, almost fagged, was leaning
against a tree wiping the perspiration from his forehead. The ape-man, hiding
safe behind a screen of foliage, sat watching this new specimen of his own race
intently.
</p>

<p>
At intervals Clayton called aloud and finally it came to Tarzan that he was
searching for the old man.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was on the point of going off to look for them himself, when he caught
the yellow glint of a sleek hide moving cautiously through the jungle toward
Clayton.
</p>

<p>
It was Sheeta, the leopard. Now, Tarzan heard the soft bending of grasses and
wondered why the young white man was not warned. Could it be he had failed to
note the loud warning? Never before had Tarzan known Sheeta to be so clumsy.
</p>

<p>
No, the white man did not hear. Sheeta was crouching for the spring, and then,
shrill and horrible, there rose from the stillness of the jungle the awful cry
of the challenging ape, and Sheeta turned, crashing into the underbrush.
</p>

<p>
Clayton came to his feet with a start. His blood ran cold. Never in all his
life had so fearful a sound smote upon his ears. He was no coward; but if ever
man felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart, William Cecil Clayton, eldest
son of Lord Greystoke of England, did that day in the fastness of the African
jungle.
</p>

<p>
The noise of some great body crashing through the underbrush so close beside
him, and the sound of that bloodcurdling shriek from above, tested
Clayton&rsquo;s courage to the limit; but he could not know that it was to that
very voice he owed his life, nor that the creature who hurled it forth was his
own cousin&mdash;the real Lord Greystoke.
</p>

<p>
The afternoon was drawing to a close, and Clayton, disheartened and
discouraged, was in a terrible quandary as to the proper course to pursue;
whether to keep on in search of Professor Porter, at the almost certain risk of
his own death in the jungle by night, or to return to the cabin where he might
at least serve to protect Jane from the perils which confronted her on all
sides.
</p>

<p>
He did not wish to return to camp without her father; still more, he shrank
from the thought of leaving her alone and unprotected in the hands of the
mutineers of the <i>Arrow</i>, or to the hundred unknown dangers of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Possibly, too, he thought, the professor and Philander might have returned to
camp. Yes, that was more than likely. At least he would return and see, before
he continued what seemed to be a most fruitless quest. And so he started,
stumbling back through the thick and matted underbrush in the direction that he
thought the cabin lay.
</p>

<p>
To Tarzan&rsquo;s surprise the young man was heading further into the jungle in
the general direction of Mbonga&rsquo;s village, and the shrewd young ape-man
was convinced that he was lost.
</p>

<p>
To Tarzan this was scarcely comprehensible; his judgment told him that no man
would venture toward the village of the cruel blacks armed only with a spear
which, from the awkward way in which he carried it, was evidently an
unaccustomed weapon to this white man. Nor was he following the trail of the
old men. That, they had crossed and left long since, though it had been fresh
and plain before Tarzan&rsquo;s eyes.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was perplexed. The fierce jungle would make easy prey of this
unprotected stranger in a very short time if he were not guided quickly to the
beach.
</p>

<p>
Yes, there was Numa, the lion, even now, stalking the white man a dozen paces
to the right.
</p>

<p>
Clayton heard the great body paralleling his course, and now there rose upon
the evening air the beast&rsquo;s thunderous roar. The man stopped with
upraised spear and faced the brush from which issued the awful sound. The
shadows were deepening, darkness was settling in.
</p>

<p>
God! To die here alone, beneath the fangs of wild beasts; to be torn and
rended; to feel the hot breath of the brute on his face as the great paw
crushed down upon his breast!
</p>

<p>
For a moment all was still. Clayton stood rigid, with raised spear. Presently a
faint rustling of the bush apprised him of the stealthy creeping of the thing
behind. It was gathering for the spring. At last he saw it, not twenty feet
away&mdash;the long, lithe, muscular body and tawny head of a huge black-maned
lion.
</p>

<p>
The beast was upon its belly, moving forward very slowly. As its eyes met
Clayton&rsquo;s it stopped, and deliberately, cautiously gathered its hind
quarters behind it.
</p>

<p>
In agony the man watched, fearful to launch his spear, powerless to fly.
</p>

<p>
He heard a noise in the tree above him. Some new danger, he thought, but he
dared not take his eyes from the yellow green orbs before him. There was a
sharp twang as of a broken banjo-string, and at the same instant an arrow
appeared in the yellow hide of the crouching lion.
</p>

<p>
With a roar of pain and anger the beast sprang; but, somehow, Clayton stumbled
to one side, and as he turned again to face the infuriated king of beasts, he
was appalled at the sight which confronted him. Almost simultaneously with the
lion&rsquo;s turning to renew the attack a half-naked giant dropped from the
tree above squarely on the brute&rsquo;s back.
</p>

<p>
With lightning speed an arm that was banded layers of iron muscle encircled the
huge neck, and the great beast was raised from behind, roaring and pawing the
air&mdash;raised as easily as Clayton would have lifted a pet dog.
</p>

<p>
The scene he witnessed there in the twilight depths of the African jungle was
burned forever into the Englishman&rsquo;s brain.
</p>

<p>
The man before him was the embodiment of physical perfection and giant
strength; yet it was not upon these he depended in his battle with the great
cat, for mighty as were his muscles, they were as nothing by comparison with
Numa&rsquo;s. To his agility, to his brain and to his long keen knife he owed
his supremacy.
</p>

<p>
His right arm encircled the lion&rsquo;s neck, while the left hand plunged the
knife time and again into the unprotected side behind the left shoulder. The
infuriated beast, pulled up and backwards until he stood upon his hind legs,
struggled impotently in this unnatural position.
</p>

<p>
Had the battle been of a few seconds&rsquo; longer duration the outcome might
have been different, but it was all accomplished so quickly that the lion had
scarce time to recover from the confusion of its surprise ere it sank lifeless
to the ground.
</p>

<p>
Then the strange figure which had vanquished it stood erect upon the carcass,
and throwing back the wild and handsome head, gave out the fearsome cry which a
few moments earlier had so startled Clayton.
</p>

<p>
Before him he saw the figure of a young man, naked except for a loin cloth and
a few barbaric ornaments about arms and legs; on the breast a priceless diamond
locket gleaming against a smooth brown skin.
</p>

<p>
The hunting knife had been returned to its homely sheath, and the man was
gathering up his bow and quiver from where he had tossed them when he leaped to
attack the lion.
</p>

<p>
Clayton spoke to the stranger in English, thanking him for his brave rescue and
complimenting him on the wondrous strength and dexterity he had displayed, but
the only answer was a steady stare and a faint shrug of the mighty shoulders,
which might betoken either disparagement of the service rendered, or ignorance
of Clayton&rsquo;s language.
</p>

<p>
When the bow and quiver had been slung to his back the wild man, for such
Clayton now thought him, once more drew his knife and deftly carved a dozen
large strips of meat from the lion&rsquo;s carcass. Then, squatting upon his
haunches, he proceeded to eat, first motioning Clayton to join him.
</p>

<p>
The strong white teeth sank into the raw and dripping flesh in apparent relish
of the meal, but Clayton could not bring himself to share the uncooked meat
with his strange host; instead he watched him, and presently there dawned upon
him the conviction that this was Tarzan of the Apes, whose notice he had seen
posted upon the cabin door that morning.
</p>

<p>
If so he must speak English.
</p>

<p>
Again Clayton attempted speech with the ape-man; but the replies, now vocal,
were in a strange tongue, which resembled the chattering of monkeys mingled
with the growling of some wild beast.
</p>

<p>
No, this could not be Tarzan of the Apes, for it was very evident that he was
an utter stranger to English.
</p>

<p>
When Tarzan had completed his repast he rose and, pointing a very different
direction from that which Clayton had been pursuing, started off through the
jungle toward the point he had indicated.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, bewildered and confused, hesitated to follow him, for he thought he
was but being led more deeply into the mazes of the forest; but the ape-man,
seeing him disinclined to follow, returned, and, grasping him by the coat,
dragged him along until he was convinced that Clayton understood what was
required of him. Then he left him to follow voluntarily.
</p>

<p>
The Englishman, finally concluding that he was a prisoner, saw no alternative
open but to accompany his captor, and thus they traveled slowly through the
jungle while the sable mantle of the impenetrable forest night fell about them,
and the stealthy footfalls of padded paws mingled with the breaking of twigs
and the wild calls of the savage life that Clayton felt closing in upon him.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly Clayton heard the faint report of a firearm&mdash;a single shot, and
then silence.
</p>

<p>
In the cabin by the beach two thoroughly terrified women clung to each other as
they crouched upon the low bench in the gathering darkness.
</p>

<p>
The Negress sobbed hysterically, bemoaning the evil day that had witnessed her
departure from her dear Maryland, while the white girl, dry eyed and outwardly
calm, was torn by inward fears and forebodings. She feared not more for herself
than for the three men whom she knew to be wandering in the abysmal depths of
the savage jungle, from which she now heard issuing the almost incessant
shrieks and roars, barkings and growlings of its terrifying and fearsome
denizens as they sought their prey.
</p>

<p>
And now there came the sound of a heavy body brushing against the side of the
cabin. She could hear the great padded paws upon the ground outside. For an
instant, all was silence; even the bedlam of the forest died to a faint murmur.
Then she distinctly heard the beast outside sniffing at the door, not two feet
from where she crouched. Instinctively the girl shuddered, and shrank closer to
the black woman.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;Hush, Esmeralda,&rdquo; for the
woman&rsquo;s sobs and groans seemed to have attracted the thing that stalked
there just beyond the thin wall.
</p>

<p>
A gentle scratching sound was heard on the door. The brute tried to force an
entrance; but presently this ceased, and again she heard the great pads
creeping stealthily around the cabin. Again they stopped&mdash;beneath the
window on which the terrified eyes of the girl now glued themselves.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;God!&rdquo; she murmured, for now, silhouetted against the moonlit sky
beyond, she saw framed in the tiny square of the latticed window the head of a
huge lioness. The gleaming eyes were fixed upon her in intent ferocity.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Look, Esmeralda!&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;For God&rsquo;s sake, what
shall we do? Look! Quick! The window!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda, cowering still closer to her mistress, took one frightened glance
toward the little square of moonlight, just as the lioness emitted a low,
savage snarl.
</p>

<p>
The sight that met the poor woman&rsquo;s eyes was too much for the already
overstrung nerves.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, Gaberelle!&rdquo; she shrieked, and slid to the floor an inert and
senseless mass.
</p>

<p>
For what seemed an eternity the great brute stood with its forepaws upon the
sill, glaring into the little room. Presently it tried the strength of the
lattice with its great talons.
</p>

<p>
The girl had almost ceased to breathe, when, to her relief, the head
disappeared and she heard the brute&rsquo;s footsteps leaving the window. But
now they came to the door again, and once more the scratching commenced; this
time with increasing force until the great beast was tearing at the massive
panels in a perfect frenzy of eagerness to seize its defenseless victims.
</p>

<p>
Could Jane have known the immense strength of that door, built piece by piece,
she would have felt less fear of the lioness reaching her by this avenue.
</p>

<p>
Little did John Clayton imagine when he fashioned that crude but mighty portal
that one day, twenty years later, it would shield a fair American girl, then
unborn, from the teeth and talons of a man-eater.
</p>

<p>
For fully twenty minutes the brute alternately sniffed and tore at the door,
occasionally giving voice to a wild, savage cry of baffled rage. At length,
however, she gave up the attempt, and Jane heard her returning toward the
window, beneath which she paused for an instant, and then launched her great
weight against the timeworn lattice.
</p>

<p>
The girl heard the wooden rods groan beneath the impact; but they held, and the
huge body dropped back to the ground below.
</p>

<p>
Again and again the lioness repeated these tactics, until finally the horrified
prisoner within saw a portion of the lattice give way, and in an instant one
great paw and the head of the animal were thrust within the room.
</p>

<p>
Slowly the powerful neck and shoulders spread the bars apart, and the lithe
body protruded farther and farther into the room.
</p>

<p>
As in a trance, the girl rose, her hand upon her breast, wide eyes staring
horror-stricken into the snarling face of the beast scarce ten feet from her.
At her feet lay the prostrate form of the Negress. If she could but arouse her,
their combined efforts might possibly avail to beat back the fierce and
bloodthirsty intruder.
</p>

<p>
Jane stooped to grasp the black woman by the shoulder. Roughly she shook her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Esmeralda! Esmeralda!&rdquo; she cried. &ldquo;Help me, or we are
lost.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda opened her eyes. The first object they encountered was the dripping
fangs of the hungry lioness.
</p>

<p>
With a horrified scream the poor woman rose to her hands and knees, and in this
position scurried across the room, shrieking: &ldquo;O Gaberelle! O
Gaberelle!&rdquo; at the top of her lungs.
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda weighed some two hundred and eighty pounds, and her extreme haste,
added to her extreme corpulency, produced a most amazing result when Esmeralda
elected to travel on all fours.
</p>

<p>
For a moment the lioness remained quiet with intense gaze directed upon the
flitting Esmeralda, whose goal appeared to be the cupboard, into which she
attempted to propel her huge bulk; but as the shelves were but nine or ten
inches apart, she only succeeded in getting her head in; whereupon, with a
final screech, which paled the jungle noises into insignificance, she fainted
once again.
</p>

<p>
With the subsidence of Esmeralda the lioness renewed her efforts to wriggle her
huge bulk through the weakening lattice.
</p>

<p>
The girl, standing pale and rigid against the farther wall, sought with
ever-increasing terror for some loophole of escape. Suddenly her hand,
tight-pressed against her bosom, felt the hard outline of the revolver that
Clayton had left with her earlier in the day.
</p>

<p>
Quickly she snatched it from its hiding-place, and, leveling it full at the
lioness&rsquo;s face, pulled the trigger.
</p>

<p>
There was a flash of flame, the roar of the discharge, and an answering roar of
pain and anger from the beast.
</p>

<p>
Jane Porter saw the great form disappear from the window, and then she, too,
fainted, the revolver falling at her side.
</p>

<p>
But Sabor was not killed. The bullet had but inflicted a painful wound in one
of the great shoulders. It was the surprise at the blinding flash and the
deafening roar that had caused her hasty but temporary retreat.
</p>

<p>
In another instant she was back at the lattice, and with renewed fury was
clawing at the aperture, but with lessened effect, since the wounded member was
almost useless.
</p>

<p>
She saw her prey&mdash;the two women&mdash;lying senseless upon the floor.
There was no longer any resistance to be overcome. Her meat lay before her, and
Sabor had only to worm her way through the lattice to claim it.
</p>

<p>
Slowly she forced her great bulk, inch by inch, through the opening. Now her
head was through, now one great forearm and shoulder.
</p>

<p>
Carefully she drew up the wounded member to insinuate it gently beyond the
tight pressing bars.
</p>

<p>
A moment more and both shoulders through, the long, sinuous body and the narrow
hips would glide quickly after.
</p>

<p>
It was on this sight that Jane Porter again opened her eyes.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap15"></a>CHAPTER XV.<br >
The Forest God</h2>

<p>
When Clayton heard the report of the firearm he fell into an agony of fear and
apprehension. He knew that one of the sailors might be the author of it; but
the fact that he had left the revolver with Jane, together with the overwrought
condition of his nerves, made him morbidly positive that she was threatened
with some great danger. Perhaps even now she was attempting to defend herself
against some savage man or beast.
</p>

<p>
What were the thoughts of his strange captor or guide Clayton could only
vaguely conjecture; but that he had heard the shot, and was in some manner
affected by it was quite evident, for he quickened his pace so appreciably that
Clayton, stumbling blindly in his wake, was down a dozen times in as many
minutes in a vain effort to keep pace with him, and soon was left hopelessly
behind.
</p>

<p>
Fearing that he would again be irretrievably lost, he called aloud to the wild
man ahead of him, and in a moment had the satisfaction of seeing him drop
lightly to his side from the branches above.
</p>

<p>
For a moment Tarzan looked at the young man closely, as though undecided as to
just what was best to do; then, stooping down before Clayton, he motioned him
to grasp him about the neck, and, with the white man upon his back, Tarzan took
to the trees.
</p>

<p>
The next few minutes the young Englishman never forgot. High into bending and
swaying branches he was borne with what seemed to him incredible swiftness,
while Tarzan chafed at the slowness of his progress.
</p>

<p>
From one lofty branch the agile creature swung with Clayton through a dizzy arc
to a neighboring tree; then for a hundred yards maybe the sure feet threaded a
maze of interwoven limbs, balancing like a tightrope walker high above the
black depths of verdure beneath.
</p>

<p>
From the first sensation of chilling fear Clayton passed to one of keen
admiration and envy of those giant muscles and that wondrous instinct or
knowledge which guided this forest god through the inky blackness of the night
as easily and safely as Clayton would have strolled a London street at high
noon.
</p>

<p>
Occasionally they would enter a spot where the foliage above was less dense,
and the bright rays of the moon lit up before Clayton&rsquo;s wondering eyes
the strange path they were traversing.
</p>

<p>
At such times the man fairly caught his breath at sight of the horrid depths
below them, for Tarzan took the easiest way, which often led over a hundred
feet above the earth.
</p>

<p>
And yet with all his seeming speed, Tarzan was in reality feeling his way with
comparative slowness, searching constantly for limbs of adequate strength for
the maintenance of this double weight.
</p>

<p>
Presently they came to the clearing before the beach. Tarzan&rsquo;s quick ears
had heard the strange sounds of Sabor&rsquo;s efforts to force her way through
the lattice, and it seemed to Clayton that they dropped a straight hundred feet
to earth, so quickly did Tarzan descend. Yet when they struck the ground it was
with scarce a jar; and as Clayton released his hold on the ape-man he saw him
dart like a squirrel for the opposite side of the cabin.
</p>

<p>
The Englishman sprang quickly after him just in time to see the hind quarters
of some huge animal about to disappear through the window of the cabin.
</p>

<p>
As Jane Porter opened her eyes to a realization of the again imminent peril
which threatened her, her brave young heart gave up at last its final vestige
of hope, and she turned to grope for the fallen weapon that she might mete to
herself a merciful death ere the cruel fangs tore into her fair flesh.
</p>

<p>
The lioness was almost through the opening before Jane found the weapon, and
she raised it quickly to her temple to shut out forever the hideous jaws gaping
for their prey.
</p>

<p>
An instant she hesitated, to breathe a short and silent prayer to her Maker,
and as she did so her eyes fell upon her poor Esmeralda lying inert, but alive,
beside the cupboard.
</p>

<p>
How could she leave the poor, faithful thing to those merciless, yellow fangs?
No, she must use one cartridge on the senseless woman ere she turned the cold
muzzle toward herself again.
</p>

<p>
How she shrank from the ordeal! But it had been cruelty a thousand times less
justifiable to have left the loving black woman who had reared her from infancy
with all a mother&rsquo;s care and solicitude, to regain consciousness beneath
the rending claws of the great cat.
</p>

<p>
Quickly Jane Porter sprang to her feet and ran to the side of the black. She
pressed the muzzle of the revolver tight against that devoted heart, closed her
eyes, and&mdash;
</p>

<p>
Sabor emitted a frightful shriek.
</p>

<p>
The girl, startled, pulled the trigger and turned to face the beast, and with
the same movement raised the weapon against her own temple.
</p>

<p>
She did not fire a second time, for to her surprise she saw the huge animal
being slowly drawn back through the window, and in the moonlight beyond she saw
the heads and shoulders of two men.
</p>

<p>
As Clayton rounded the corner of the cabin to behold the animal disappearing
within, it was also to see the ape-man seize the long tail in both hands, and,
bracing himself with his feet against the side of the cabin, throw all his
mighty strength into the effort to draw the beast out of the interior.
</p>

<p>
Clayton was quick to lend a hand, but the ape-man jabbered to him in a
commanding and peremptory tone something which Clayton knew to be orders,
though he could not understand them.
</p>

<p>
At last, under their combined efforts, the great body was slowly dragged
farther and farther outside the window, and then there came to Clayton&rsquo;s
mind a dawning conception of the rash bravery of his companion&rsquo;s act.
</p>

<p>
For a naked man to drag a shrieking, clawing man-eater forth from a window by
the tail to save a strange white girl, was indeed the last word in heroism.
</p>

<p>
Insofar as Clayton was concerned it was a very different matter, since the girl
was not only of his own kind and race, but was the one woman in all the world
whom he loved.
</p>

<p>
Though he knew that the lioness would make short work of both of them, he
pulled with a will to keep it from Jane Porter. And then he recalled the battle
between this man and the great, black-maned lion which he had witnessed a short
time before, and he commenced to feel more assurance.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was still issuing orders which Clayton could not understand.
</p>

<p>
He was trying to tell the stupid white man to plunge his poisoned arrows into
Sabor&rsquo;s back and sides, and to reach the savage heart with the long, thin
hunting knife that hung at Tarzan&rsquo;s hip; but the man would not
understand, and Tarzan did not dare release his hold to do the things himself,
for he knew that the puny white man never could hold mighty Sabor alone, for an
instant.
</p>

<p>
Slowly the lioness was emerging from the window. At last her shoulders were
out.
</p>

<p>
And then Clayton saw an incredible thing. Tarzan, racking his brains for some
means to cope single-handed with the infuriated beast, had suddenly recalled
his battle with Terkoz; and as the great shoulders came clear of the window, so
that the lioness hung upon the sill only by her forepaws, Tarzan suddenly
released his hold upon the brute.
</p>

<p>
With the quickness of a striking rattler he launched himself full upon
Sabor&rsquo;s back, his strong young arms seeking and gaining a full-Nelson
upon the beast, as he had learned it that other day during his bloody,
wrestling victory over Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
With a roar the lioness turned completely over upon her back, falling full upon
her enemy; but the black-haired giant only closed tighter his hold.
</p>

<p>
Pawing and tearing at earth and air, Sabor rolled and threw herself this way
and that in an effort to dislodge this strange antagonist; but ever tighter and
tighter drew the iron bands that were forcing her head lower and lower upon her
tawny breast.
</p>

<p>
Higher crept the steel forearms of the ape-man about the back of Sabor&rsquo;s
neck. Weaker and weaker became the lioness&rsquo;s efforts.
</p>

<p>
At last Clayton saw the immense muscles of Tarzan&rsquo;s shoulders and biceps
leap into corded knots beneath the silver moonlight. There was a long sustained
and supreme effort on the ape-man&rsquo;s part&mdash;and the vertebrae of
Sabor&rsquo;s neck parted with a sharp snap.
</p>

<p>
In an instant Tarzan was upon his feet, and for the second time that day
Clayton heard the bull ape&rsquo;s savage roar of victory. Then he heard
Jane&rsquo;s agonized cry:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Cecil&mdash;Mr. Clayton! Oh, what is it? What is it?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Running quickly to the cabin door, Clayton called out that all was right, and
shouted to her to open the door. As quickly as she could she raised the great
bar and fairly dragged Clayton within.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What was that awful noise?&rdquo; she whispered, shrinking close to him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It was the cry of the kill from the throat of the man who has just saved
your life, Miss Porter. Wait, I will fetch him so you may thank him.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The frightened girl would not be left alone, so she accompanied Clayton to the
side of the cabin where lay the dead body of the lioness.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes was gone.
</p>

<p>
Clayton called several times, but there was no reply, and so the two returned
to the greater safety of the interior.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What a frightful sound!&rdquo; cried Jane, &ldquo;I shudder at the mere
thought of it. Do not tell me that a human throat voiced that hideous and
fearsome shriek.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But it did, Miss Porter,&rdquo; replied Clayton; &ldquo;or at least if
not a human throat that of a forest god.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And then he told her of his experiences with this strange creature&mdash;of how
twice the wild man had saved his life&mdash;of the wondrous strength, and
agility, and bravery&mdash;of the brown skin and the handsome face.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I cannot make it out at all,&rdquo; he concluded. &ldquo;At first I
thought he might be Tarzan of the Apes; but he neither speaks nor understands
English, so that theory is untenable.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well, whatever he may be,&rdquo; cried the girl, &ldquo;we owe him our
lives, and may God bless him and keep him in safety in his wild and savage
jungle!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Amen,&rdquo; said Clayton, fervently.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;For the good Lord&rsquo;s sake, ain&rsquo;t I dead?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The two turned to see Esmeralda sitting upright upon the floor, her great eyes
rolling from side to side as though she could not believe their testimony as to
her whereabouts.
</p>

<p>
And now, for Jane Porter, the reaction came, and she threw herself upon the
bench, sobbing with hysterical laughter.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap16"></a>CHAPTER XVI.<br >
&ldquo;Most Remarkable&rdquo;</h2>

<p>
Several miles south of the cabin, upon a strip of sandy beach, stood two old
men, arguing.
</p>

<p>
Before them stretched the broad Atlantic. At their backs was the Dark
Continent. Close around them loomed the impenetrable blackness of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Savage beasts roared and growled; noises, hideous and weird, assailed their
ears. They had wandered for miles in search of their camp, but always in the
wrong direction. They were as hopelessly lost as though they suddenly had been
transported to another world.
</p>

<p>
At such a time, indeed, every fiber of their combined intellects must have been
concentrated upon the vital question of the minute&mdash;the life-and-death
question to them of retracing their steps to camp.
</p>

<p>
Samuel T. Philander was speaking.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But, my dear professor,&rdquo; he was saying, &ldquo;I still maintain
that but for the victories of Ferdinand and Isabella over the fifteenth-century
Moors in Spain the world would be today a thousand years in advance of where we
now find ourselves. The Moors were essentially a tolerant, broad-minded,
liberal race of agriculturists, artisans and merchants&mdash;the very type of
people that has made possible such civilization as we find today in America and
Europe&mdash;while the Spaniards&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, dear Mr. Philander,&rdquo; interrupted Professor Porter;
&ldquo;their religion positively precluded the possibilities you suggest.
Moslemism was, is, and always will be, a blight on that scientific progress
which has marked&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me! Professor,&rdquo; interjected Mr. Philander, who had turned
his gaze toward the jungle, &ldquo;there seems to be someone
approaching.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter turned in the direction indicated by the
nearsighted Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; he chided. &ldquo;How often must I urge
you to seek that absolute concentration of your mental faculties which alone
may permit you to bring to bear the highest powers of intellectuality upon the
momentous problems which naturally fall to the lot of great minds? And now I
find you guilty of a most flagrant breach of courtesy in interrupting my
learned discourse to call attention to a mere quadruped of the genus <i>Felis</i>. As
I was saying, Mr.&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Heavens, Professor, a lion?&rdquo; cried Mr. Philander, straining his
weak eyes toward the dim figure outlined against the dark tropical underbrush.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, yes, Mr. Philander, if you insist upon employing slang in your
discourse, a &lsquo;lion.&rsquo; But as I was saying&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me, Professor,&rdquo; again interrupted Mr. Philander;
&ldquo;permit me to suggest that doubtless the Moors who were conquered in the
fifteenth century will continue in that most regrettable condition for the time
being at least, even though we postpone discussion of that world calamity until
we may attain the enchanting view of yon <i>Felis carnivora</i> which distance
proverbially is credited with lending.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
In the meantime the lion had approached with quiet dignity to within ten paces
of the two men, where he stood curiously watching them.
</p>

<p>
The moonlight flooded the beach, and the strange group stood out in bold relief
against the yellow sand.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most reprehensible, most reprehensible,&rdquo; exclaimed Professor
Porter, with a faint trace of irritation in his voice. &ldquo;Never, Mr.
Philander, never before in my life have I known one of these animals to be
permitted to roam at large from its cage. I shall most certainly report this
outrageous breach of ethics to the directors of the adjacent zoological
garden.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Quite right, Professor,&rdquo; agreed Mr. Philander, &ldquo;and the
sooner it is done the better. Let us start now.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Seizing the professor by the arm, Mr. Philander set off in the direction that
would put the greatest distance between themselves and the lion.
</p>

<p>
They had proceeded but a short distance when a backward glance revealed to the
horrified gaze of Mr. Philander that the lion was following them. He tightened
his grip upon the protesting professor and increased his speed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;As I was saying, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; repeated Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander took another hasty glance rearward. The lion also had quickened
his gait, and was doggedly maintaining an unvarying distance behind them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He is following us!&rdquo; gasped Mr. Philander, breaking into a run.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; remonstrated the professor, &ldquo;this
unseemly haste is most unbecoming to men of letters. What will our friends
think of us, who may chance to be upon the street and witness our frivolous
antics? Pray let us proceed with more decorum.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander stole another observation astern.
</p>

<p>
The lion was bounding along in easy leaps scarce five paces behind.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander dropped the professor&rsquo;s arm, and broke into a mad orgy of
speed that would have done credit to any varsity track team.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;As I was saying, Mr. Philander&mdash;&rdquo; screamed Professor Porter,
as, metaphorically speaking, he himself &ldquo;threw her into high.&rdquo; He,
too, had caught a fleeting backward glimpse of cruel yellow eyes and half open
mouth within startling proximity of his person.
</p>

<p>
With streaming coat tails and shiny silk hat Professor Archimedes Q. Porter
fled through the moonlight close upon the heels of Mr. Samuel T. Philander.
</p>

<p>
Before them a point of the jungle ran out toward a narrow promontory, and it
was for the haven of the trees he saw there that Mr. Samuel T. Philander
directed his prodigious leaps and bounds; while from the shadows of this same
spot peered two keen eyes in interested appreciation of the race.
</p>

<p>
It was Tarzan of the Apes who watched, with face a-grin, this odd game of
follow-the-leader.
</p>

<p>
He knew the two men were safe enough from attack in so far as the lion was
concerned. The very fact that Numa had foregone such easy prey at all convinced
the wise forest craft of Tarzan that Numa&rsquo;s belly already was full.
</p>

<p>
The lion might stalk them until hungry again; but the chances were that if not
angered he would soon tire of the sport, and slink away to his jungle lair.
</p>

<p>
Really, the one great danger was that one of the men might stumble and fall,
and then the yellow devil would be upon him in a moment and the joy of the kill
would be too great a temptation to withstand.
</p>

<p>
So Tarzan swung quickly to a lower limb in line with the approaching fugitives;
and as Mr. Samuel T. Philander came panting and blowing beneath him, already
too spent to struggle up to the safety of the limb, Tarzan reached down and,
grasping him by the collar of his coat, yanked him to the limb by his side.
</p>

<p>
Another moment brought the professor within the sphere of the friendly grip,
and he, too, was drawn upward to safety just as the baffled Numa, with a roar,
leaped to recover his vanishing quarry.
</p>

<p>
For a moment the two men clung panting to the great branch, while Tarzan
squatted with his back to the stem of the tree, watching them with mingled
curiosity and amusement.
</p>

<p>
It was the professor who first broke the silence.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am deeply pained, Mr. Philander, that you should have evinced such a
paucity of manly courage in the presence of one of the lower orders, and by
your crass timidity have caused me to exert myself to such an unaccustomed
degree in order that I might resume my discourse. As I was saying, Mr.
Philander, when you interrupted me, the Moors&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Professor Archimedes Q. Porter,&rdquo; broke in Mr. Philander, in icy
tones, &ldquo;the time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem
appears garbed in the mantle of virtue. You have accused me of cowardice. You
have insinuated that you ran only to overtake me, not to escape the clutches of
the lion. Have a care, Professor Archimedes Q. Porter! I am a desperate man.
Goaded by long-suffering patience the worm will turn.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!&rdquo; cautioned Professor Porter;
&ldquo;you forget yourself.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I forget nothing as yet, Professor Archimedes Q. Porter; but, believe
me, sir, I am tottering on the verge of forgetfulness as to your exalted
position in the world of science, and your gray hairs.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The professor sat in silence for a few minutes, and the darkness hid the grim
smile that wreathed his wrinkled countenance. Presently he spoke.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Look here, Skinny Philander,&rdquo; he said, in belligerent tones,
&ldquo;if you are lookin&rsquo; for a scrap, peel off your coat and come on
down on the ground, and I&rsquo;ll punch your head just as I did sixty years
ago in the alley back of Porky Evans&rsquo; barn.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ark!&rdquo; gasped the astonished Mr. Philander. &ldquo;Lordy, how good
that sounds! When you&rsquo;re human, Ark, I love you; but somehow it seems as
though you had forgotten how to be human for the last twenty years.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The professor reached out a thin, trembling old hand through the darkness until
it found his old friend&rsquo;s shoulder.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Forgive me, Skinny,&rdquo; he said, softly. &ldquo;It hasn&rsquo;t been
quite twenty years, and God alone knows how hard I have tried to be
&lsquo;human&rsquo; for Jane&rsquo;s sake, and yours, too, since He took my
other Jane away.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Another old hand stole up from Mr. Philander&rsquo;s side to clasp the one that
lay upon his shoulder, and no other message could better have translated the
one heart to the other.
</p>

<p>
They did not speak for some minutes. The lion below them paced nervously back
and forth. The third figure in the tree was hidden by the dense shadows near
the stem. He, too, was silent&mdash;motionless as a graven image.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You certainly pulled me up into this tree just in time,&rdquo; said the
professor at last. &ldquo;I want to thank you. You saved my life.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But I didn&rsquo;t pull you up here, Professor,&rdquo; said Mr.
Philander. &ldquo;Bless me! The excitement of the moment quite caused me to
forget that I myself was drawn up here by some outside agency&mdash;there must
be someone or something in this tree with us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Eh?&rdquo; ejaculated Professor Porter. &ldquo;Are you quite positive,
Mr. Philander?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most positive, Professor,&rdquo; replied Mr. Philander,
&ldquo;and,&rdquo; he added, &ldquo;I think we should thank the party. He may
be sitting right next to you now, Professor.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Eh? What&rsquo;s that? Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!&rdquo; said
Professor Porter, edging cautiously nearer to Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
Just then it occurred to Tarzan of the Apes that Numa had loitered beneath the
tree for a sufficient length of time, so he raised his young head toward the
heavens, and there rang out upon the terrified ears of the two old men the
awful warning challenge of the anthropoid.
</p>

<p>
The two friends, huddled trembling in their precarious position on the limb,
saw the great lion halt in his restless pacing as the blood-curdling cry smote
his ears, and then slink quickly into the jungle, to be instantly lost to view.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Even the lion trembles in fear,&rdquo; whispered Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable, most remarkable,&rdquo; murmured Professor Porter,
clutching frantically at Mr. Philander to regain the balance which the sudden
fright had so perilously endangered. Unfortunately for them both, Mr.
Philander&rsquo;s center of equilibrium was at that very moment hanging upon
the ragged edge of nothing, so that it needed but the gentle impetus supplied
by the additional weight of Professor Porter&rsquo;s body to topple the devoted
secretary from the limb.
</p>

<p>
For a moment they swayed uncertainly, and then, with mingled and most
unscholarly shrieks, they pitched headlong from the tree, locked in frenzied
embrace.
</p>

<p>
It was quite some moments ere either moved, for both were positive that any
such attempt would reveal so many breaks and fractures as to make further
progress impossible.
</p>

<p>
At length Professor Porter made an attempt to move one leg. To his surprise, it
responded to his will as in days gone by. He now drew up its mate and stretched
it forth again.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable, most remarkable,&rdquo; he murmured.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Thank God, Professor,&rdquo; whispered Mr. Philander, fervently,
&ldquo;you are not dead, then?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut,&rdquo; cautioned Professor Porter,
&ldquo;I do not know with accuracy as yet.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
With infinite solicitude Professor Porter wiggled his right arm&mdash;joy! It
was intact. Breathlessly he waved his left arm above his prostrate
body&mdash;it waved!
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable, most remarkable,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;To whom are you signaling, Professor?&rdquo; asked Mr. Philander, in an
excited tone.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter deigned to make no response to this puerile inquiry. Instead
he raised his head gently from the ground, nodding it back and forth a half
dozen times.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable,&rdquo; he breathed. &ldquo;It remains intact.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander had not moved from where he had fallen; he had not dared the
attempt. How indeed could one move when one&rsquo;s arms and legs and back were
broken?
</p>

<p>
One eye was buried in the soft loam; the other, rolling sidewise, was fixed in
awe upon the strange gyrations of Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;How sad!&rdquo; exclaimed Mr. Philander, half aloud. &ldquo;Concussion
of the brain, superinducing total mental aberration. How very sad indeed! and
for one still so young!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach; gingerly he bowed his back until
he resembled a huge tom cat in proximity to a yelping dog. Then he sat up and
felt of various portions of his anatomy.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They are all here,&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;Most remarkable!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Whereupon he arose, and, bending a scathing glance upon the still prostrate
form of Mr. Samuel T. Philander, he said:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander; this is no time to indulge in slothful ease. We
must be up and doing.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in speechless rage
at Professor Porter. Then he attempted to rise; nor could there have been any
more surprised than he when his efforts were immediately crowned with marked
success.
</p>

<p>
He was still bursting with rage, however, at the cruel injustice of Professor
Porter&rsquo;s insinuation, and was on the point of rendering a tart rejoinder
when his eyes fell upon a strange figure standing a few paces away,
scrutinizing them intently.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter had recovered his shiny silk hat, which he had brushed
carefully upon the sleeve of his coat and replaced upon his head. When he saw
Mr. Philander pointing to something behind him he turned to behold a giant,
naked but for a loin cloth and a few metal ornaments, standing motionless
before him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Good evening, sir!&rdquo; said the professor, lifting his hat.
</p>

<p>
For reply the giant motioned them to follow him, and set off up the beach in
the direction from which they had recently come.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I think it the better part of discretion to follow him,&rdquo; said Mr.
Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; returned the professor. &ldquo;A short
time since you were advancing a most logical argument in substantiation of your
theory that camp lay directly south of us. I was skeptical, but you finally
convinced me; so now I am positive that toward the south we must travel to
reach our friends. Therefore I shall continue south.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But, Professor Porter, this man may know better than either of us. He
seems to be indigenous to this part of the world. Let us at least follow him
for a short distance.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; repeated the professor. &ldquo;I am a
difficult man to convince, but when once convinced my decision is unalterable.
I shall continue in the proper direction, if I have to circumambulate the
continent of Africa to reach my destination.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Further argument was interrupted by Tarzan, who, seeing that these strange men
were not following him, had returned to their side.
</p>

<p>
Again he beckoned to them; but still they stood in argument.
</p>

<p>
Presently the ape-man lost patience with their stupid ignorance. He grasped the
frightened Mr. Philander by the shoulder, and before that worthy gentleman knew
whether he was being killed or merely maimed for life, Tarzan had tied one end
of his rope securely about Mr. Philander&rsquo;s neck.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; remonstrated Professor Porter; &ldquo;it
is most unbeseeming in you to submit to such indignities.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But scarcely were the words out of his mouth ere he, too, had been seized and
securely bound by the neck with the same rope. Then Tarzan set off toward the
north, leading the now thoroughly frightened professor and his secretary.
</p>

<p>
In deathly silence they proceeded for what seemed hours to the two tired and
hopeless old men; but presently as they topped a little rise of ground they
were overjoyed to see the cabin lying before them, not a hundred yards distant.
</p>

<p>
Here Tarzan released them, and, pointing toward the little building, vanished
into the jungle beside them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable, most remarkable!&rdquo; gasped the professor.
&ldquo;But you see, Mr. Philander, that I was quite right, as usual; and but
for your stubborn willfulness we should have escaped a series of most
humiliating, not to say dangerous accidents. Pray allow yourself to be guided
by a more mature and practical mind hereafter when in need of wise
counsel.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Samuel T. Philander was too much relieved at the happy outcome to their
adventure to take umbrage at the professor&rsquo;s cruel fling. Instead he
grasped his friend&rsquo;s arm and hastened him forward in the direction of the
cabin.
</p>

<p>
It was a much-relieved party of castaways that found itself once more united.
Dawn discovered them still recounting their various adventures and speculating
upon the identity of the strange guardian and protector they had found on this
savage shore.
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda was positive that it was none other than an angel of the Lord, sent
down especially to watch over them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Had you seen him devour the raw meat of the lion, Esmeralda,&rdquo;
laughed Clayton, &ldquo;you would have thought him a very material
angel.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There was nothing heavenly about his voice,&rdquo; said Jane Porter,
with a little shudder at recollection of the awful roar which had followed the
killing of the lioness.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Nor did it precisely comport with my preconceived ideas of the dignity
of divine messengers,&rdquo; remarked Professor Porter, &ldquo;when
the&mdash;ah&mdash;gentleman tied two highly respectable and erudite scholars
neck to neck and dragged them through the jungle as though they had been
cows.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap17"></a>CHAPTER XVII.<br >
Burials</h2>

<p>
As it was now quite light, the party, none of whom had eaten or slept since the
previous morning, began to bestir themselves to prepare food.
</p>

<p>
The mutineers of the <i>Arrow</i> had landed a small supply of dried meats, canned
soups and vegetables, crackers, flour, tea, and coffee for the five they had
marooned, and these were hurriedly drawn upon to satisfy the craving of
long-famished appetites.
</p>

<p>
The next task was to make the cabin habitable, and to this end it was decided
to at once remove the gruesome relics of the tragedy which had taken place
there on some bygone day.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter and Mr. Philander were deeply interested in examining the
skeletons. The two larger, they stated, had belonged to a male and female of
one of the higher white races.
</p>

<p>
The smallest skeleton was given but passing attention, as its location, in the
crib, left no doubt as to its having been the infant offspring of this unhappy
couple.
</p>

<p>
As they were preparing the skeleton of the man for burial, Clayton discovered a
massive ring which had evidently encircled the man&rsquo;s finger at the time
of his death, for one of the slender bones of the hand still lay within the
golden bauble.
</p>

<p>
Picking it up to examine it, Clayton gave a cry of astonishment, for the ring
bore the crest of the house of Greystoke.
</p>

<p>
At the same time, Jane discovered the books in the cupboard, and on opening the
fly-leaf of one of them saw the name, <i>John Clayton, London</i>. In a second book
which she hurriedly examined was the single name, <i>Greystoke</i>.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why, Mr. Clayton,&rdquo; she cried, &ldquo;what does this mean? Here are
the names of some of your own people in these books.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And here,&rdquo; he replied gravely, &ldquo;is the great ring of the
house of Greystoke which has been lost since my uncle, John Clayton, the former
Lord Greystoke, disappeared, presumably lost at sea.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But how do you account for these things being here, in this savage
African jungle?&rdquo; exclaimed the girl.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is but one way to account for it, Miss Porter,&rdquo; said
Clayton. &ldquo;The late Lord Greystoke was not drowned. He died here in this
cabin and this poor thing upon the floor is all that is mortal of him.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then this must have been Lady Greystoke,&rdquo; said Jane reverently,
indicating the poor mass of bones upon the bed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The beautiful Lady Alice,&rdquo; replied Clayton, &ldquo;of whose many
virtues and remarkable personal charms I often have heard my mother and father
speak. Poor woman,&rdquo; he murmured sadly.
</p>

<p>
With deep reverence and solemnity the bodies of the late Lord and Lady
Greystoke were buried beside their little African cabin, and between them was
placed the tiny skeleton of the baby of Kala, the ape.
</p>

<p>
As Mr. Philander was placing the frail bones of the infant in a bit of sail
cloth, he examined the skull minutely. Then he called Professor Porter to his
side, and the two argued in low tones for several minutes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most remarkable, most remarkable,&rdquo; said Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me,&rdquo; said Mr. Philander, &ldquo;we must acquaint Mr. Clayton
with our discovery at once.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!&rdquo; remonstrated Professor
Archimedes Q. Porter. &ldquo;&lsquo;Let the dead past bury its
dead.&rsquo;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And so the white-haired old man repeated the burial service over this strange
grave, while his four companions stood with bowed and uncovered heads about
him.
</p>

<p>
From the trees Tarzan of the Apes watched the solemn ceremony; but most of all
he watched the sweet face and graceful figure of Jane Porter.
</p>

<p>
In his savage, untutored breast new emotions were stirring. He could not fathom
them. He wondered why he felt so great an interest in these people&mdash;why he
had gone to such pains to save the three men. But he did not wonder why he had
torn Sabor from the tender flesh of the strange girl.
</p>

<p>
Surely the men were stupid and ridiculous and cowardly. Even Manu, the monkey,
was more intelligent than they. If these were creatures of his own kind he was
doubtful if his past pride in blood was warranted.
</p>

<p>
But the girl, ah&mdash;that was a different matter. He did not reason here. He
knew that she was created to be protected, and that he was created to protect
her.
</p>

<p>
He wondered why they had dug a great hole in the ground merely to bury dry
bones. Surely there was no sense in that; no one wanted to steal dry bones.
</p>

<p>
Had there been meat upon them he could have understood, for thus alone might
one keep his meat from Dango, the hyena, and the other robbers of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
When the grave had been filled with earth the little party turned back toward
the cabin, and Esmeralda, still weeping copiously for the two she had never
heard of before today, and who had been dead twenty years, chanced to glance
toward the harbor. Instantly her tears ceased.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Look at them low down white trash out there!&rdquo; she shrilled,
pointing toward the <i>Arrow</i>. &ldquo;They-all&rsquo;s a desecrating us, right here
on this here perverted island.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And, sure enough, the <i>Arrow</i> was being worked toward the open sea, slowly,
through the harbor&rsquo;s entrance.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They promised to leave us firearms and ammunition,&rdquo; said Clayton.
&ldquo;The merciless beasts!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is the work of that fellow they call Snipes, I am sure,&rdquo; said
Jane. &ldquo;King was a scoundrel, but he had a little sense of humanity. If
they had not killed him I know that he would have seen that we were properly
provided for before they left us to our fate.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I regret that they did not visit us before sailing,&rdquo; said
Professor Porter. &ldquo;I had proposed requesting them to leave the treasure
with us, as I shall be a ruined man if that is lost.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane looked at her father sadly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Never mind, dear,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;It wouldn&rsquo;t have done
any good, because it is solely for the treasure that they killed their officers
and landed us upon this awful shore.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, child, tut, tut!&rdquo; replied Professor Porter. &ldquo;You
are a good child, but inexperienced in practical matters,&rdquo; and Professor
Porter turned and walked slowly away toward the jungle, his hands clasped
beneath his long coat tails and his eyes bent upon the ground.
</p>

<p>
His daughter watched him with a pathetic smile upon her lips, and then turning
to Mr. Philander, she whispered:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Please don&rsquo;t let him wander off again as he did yesterday. We
depend upon you, you know, to keep a close watch upon him.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He becomes more difficult to handle each day,&rdquo; replied Mr.
Philander, with a sigh and a shake of his head. &ldquo;I presume he is now off
to report to the directors of the Zoo that one of their lions was at large last
night. Oh, Miss Jane, you don&rsquo;t know what I have to contend with.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, I do, Mr. Philander; but while we all love him, you alone are best
fitted to manage him; for, regardless of what he may say to you, he respects
your great learning, and, therefore, has immense confidence in your judgment.
The poor dear cannot differentiate between erudition and wisdom.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander, with a mildly puzzled expression on his face, turned to pursue
Professor Porter, and in his mind he was revolving the question of whether he
should feel complimented or aggrieved at Miss Porter&rsquo;s rather backhanded
compliment.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had seen the consternation depicted upon the faces of the little group
as they witnessed the departure of the <i>Arrow;</i> so, as the ship was a wonderful
novelty to him in addition, he determined to hasten out to the point of land at
the north of the harbor&rsquo;s mouth and obtain a nearer view of the boat, as
well as to learn, if possible, the direction of its flight.
</p>

<p>
Swinging through the trees with great speed, he reached the point only a moment
after the ship had passed out of the harbor, so that he obtained an excellent
view of the wonders of this strange, floating house.
</p>

<p>
There were some twenty men running hither and thither about the deck, pulling
and hauling on ropes.
</p>

<p>
A light land breeze was blowing, and the ship had been worked through the
harbor&rsquo;s mouth under scant sail, but now that they had cleared the point
every available shred of canvas was being spread that she might stand out to
sea as handily as possible.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan watched the graceful movements of the ship in rapt admiration, and
longed to be aboard her. Presently his keen eyes caught the faintest suspicion
of smoke on the far northern horizon, and he wondered over the cause of such a
thing out on the great water.
</p>

<p>
About the same time the look-out on the <i>Arrow</i> must have discerned it, for in a
few minutes Tarzan saw the sails being shifted and shortened. The ship came
about, and presently he knew that she was beating back toward land.
</p>

<p>
A man at the bows was constantly heaving into the sea a rope to the end of
which a small object was fastened. Tarzan wondered what the purpose of this
action might be.
</p>

<p>
At last the ship came up directly into the wind; the anchor was lowered; down
came the sails. There was great scurrying about on deck.
</p>

<p>
A boat was lowered, and in it a great chest was placed. Then a dozen sailors
bent to the oars and pulled rapidly toward the point where Tarzan crouched in
the branches of a tree.
</p>

<p>
In the stern of the boat, as it drew nearer, Tarzan saw the rat-faced man.
</p>

<p>
It was but a few minutes later that the boat touched the beach. The men jumped
out and lifted the great chest to the sand. They were on the north side of the
point so that their presence was concealed from those at the cabin.
</p>

<p>
The men argued angrily for a moment. Then the rat-faced one, with several
companions, ascended the low bluff on which stood the tree that concealed
Tarzan. They looked about for several minutes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Here is a good place,&rdquo; said the rat-faced sailor, indicating a
spot beneath Tarzan&rsquo;s tree.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is as good as any,&rdquo; replied one of his companions. &ldquo;If
they catch us with the treasure aboard it will all be confiscated anyway. We
might as well bury it here on the chance that some of us will escape the
gallows to come back and enjoy it later.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The rat-faced one now called to the men who had remained at the boat, and they
came slowly up the bank carrying picks and shovels.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hurry, you!&rdquo; cried Snipes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Stow it!&rdquo; retorted one of the men, in a surly tone.
&ldquo;You&rsquo;re no admiral, you damned shrimp.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m Cap&rsquo;n here, though, I&rsquo;ll have you to understand,
you swab,&rdquo; shrieked Snipes, with a volley of frightful oaths.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Steady, boys,&rdquo; cautioned one of the men who had not spoken before.
&ldquo;It ain&rsquo;t goin&rsquo; to get us nothing by fightin&rsquo; amongst
ourselves.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Right enough,&rdquo; replied the sailor who had resented Snipes&rsquo;
autocratic tones; &ldquo;but it ain&rsquo;t a-goin&rsquo; to get nobody
nothin&rsquo; to put on airs in this bloomin&rsquo; company neither.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You fellows dig here,&rdquo; said Snipes, indicating a spot beneath the
tree. &ldquo;And while you&rsquo;re diggin&rsquo;, Peter kin be a-makin&rsquo;
of a map of the location so&rsquo;s we kin find it again. You, Tom, and Bill,
take a couple more down and fetch up the chest.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Wot are you a-goin&rsquo; to do?&rdquo; asked he of the previous
altercation. &ldquo;Just boss?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Git busy there,&rdquo; growled Snipes. &ldquo;You didn&rsquo;t think
your Cap&rsquo;n was a-goin&rsquo; to dig with a shovel, did you?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The men all looked up angrily. None of them liked Snipes, and this disagreeable
show of authority since he had murdered King, the real head and ringleader of
the mutineers, had only added fuel to the flames of their hatred.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you mean to say that you don&rsquo;t intend to take a shovel, and
lend a hand with this work? Your shoulder&rsquo;s not hurt so all-fired bad as
that,&rdquo; said Tarrant, the sailor who had before spoken.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Not by a damned sight,&rdquo; replied Snipes, fingering the butt of his
revolver nervously.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then, by God,&rdquo; replied Tarrant, &ldquo;if you won&rsquo;t take a
shovel you&rsquo;ll take a pickax.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
With the words he raised his pick above his head, and, with a mighty blow, he
buried the point in Snipes&rsquo; brain.
</p>

<p>
For a moment the men stood silently looking at the result of their
fellow&rsquo;s grim humor. Then one of them spoke.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Served the skunk jolly well right,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
One of the others commenced to ply his pick to the ground. The soil was soft
and he threw aside the pick and grasped a shovel; then the others joined him.
There was no further comment on the killing, but the men worked in a better
frame of mind than they had since Snipes had assumed command.
</p>

<p>
When they had a trench of ample size to bury the chest, Tarrant suggested that
they enlarge it and inter Snipes&rsquo; body on top of the chest.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It might &rsquo;elp fool any as &rsquo;appened to be diggin&rsquo;
&rsquo;ereabouts,&rdquo; he explained.
</p>

<p>
The others saw the cunning of the suggestion, and so the trench was lengthened
to accommodate the corpse, and in the center a deeper hole was excavated for
the box, which was first wrapped in sailcloth and then lowered to its place,
which brought its top about a foot below the bottom of the grave. Earth was
shovelled in and tramped down about the chest until the bottom of the grave
showed level and uniform.
</p>

<p>
Two of the men rolled the rat-faced corpse unceremoniously into the grave,
after first stripping it of its weapons and various other articles which the
several members of the party coveted for their own.
</p>

<p>
They then filled the grave with earth and tramped upon it until it would hold
no more.
</p>

<p>
The balance of the loose earth was thrown far and wide, and a mass of dead
undergrowth spread in as natural a manner as possible over the new-made grave
to obliterate all signs of the ground having been disturbed.
</p>

<p>
Their work done the sailors returned to the small boat, and pulled off rapidly
toward the <i>Arrow</i>.
</p>

<p>
The breeze had increased considerably, and as the smoke upon the horizon was
now plainly discernible in considerable volume, the mutineers lost no time in
getting under full sail and bearing away toward the southwest.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan, an interested spectator of all that had taken place, sat speculating on
the strange actions of these peculiar creatures.
</p>

<p>
Men were indeed more foolish and more cruel than the beasts of the jungle! How
fortunate was he who lived in the peace and security of the great forest!
</p>

<p>
Tarzan wondered what the chest they had buried contained. If they did not want
it why did they not merely throw it into the water? That would have been much
easier.
</p>

<p>
Ah, he thought, but they do want it. They have hidden it here because they
intend returning for it later.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan dropped to the ground and commenced to examine the earth about the
excavation. He was looking to see if these creatures had dropped anything which
he might like to own. Soon he discovered a spade hidden by the underbrush which
they had laid upon the grave.
</p>

<p>
He seized it and attempted to use it as he had seen the sailors do. It was
awkward work and hurt his bare feet, but he persevered until he had partially
uncovered the body. This he dragged from the grave and laid to one side.
</p>

<p>
Then he continued digging until he had unearthed the chest. This also he
dragged to the side of the corpse. Then he filled in the smaller hole below the
grave, replaced the body and the earth around and above it, covered it over
with underbrush, and returned to the chest.
</p>

<p>
Four sailors had sweated beneath the burden of its weight&mdash;Tarzan of the
Apes picked it up as though it had been an empty packing case, and with the
spade slung to his back by a piece of rope, carried it off into the densest
part of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
He could not well negotiate the trees with his awkward burden, but he kept to
the trails, and so made fairly good time.
</p>

<p>
For several hours he traveled a little north of east until he came to an
impenetrable wall of matted and tangled vegetation. Then he took to the lower
branches, and in another fifteen minutes he emerged into the amphitheater of
the apes, where they met in council, or to celebrate the rites of the Dum-Dum.
</p>

<p>
Near the center of the clearing, and not far from the drum, or altar, he
commenced to dig. This was harder work than turning up the freshly excavated
earth at the grave, but Tarzan of the Apes was persevering and so he kept at
his labor until he was rewarded by seeing a hole sufficiently deep to receive
the chest and effectually hide it from view.
</p>

<p>
Why had he gone to all this labor without knowing the value of the contents of
the chest?
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes had a man&rsquo;s figure and a man&rsquo;s brain, but he was
an ape by training and environment. His brain told him that the chest contained
something valuable, or the men would not have hidden it. His training had
taught him to imitate whatever was new and unusual, and now the natural
curiosity, which is as common to men as to apes, prompted him to open the chest
and examine its contents.
</p>

<p>
But the heavy lock and massive iron bands baffled both his cunning and his
immense strength, so that he was compelled to bury the chest without having his
curiosity satisfied.
</p>

<p>
By the time Tarzan had hunted his way back to the vicinity of the cabin,
feeding as he went, it was quite dark.
</p>

<p>
Within the little building a light was burning, for Clayton had found an
unopened tin of oil which had stood intact for twenty years, a part of the
supplies left with the Claytons by Black Michael. The lamps also were still
useable, and thus the interior of the cabin appeared as bright as day to the
astonished Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
He had often wondered at the exact purpose of the lamps. His reading and the
pictures had told him what they were, but he had no idea of how they could be
made to produce the wondrous sunlight that some of his pictures had portrayed
them as diffusing upon all surrounding objects.
</p>

<p>
As he approached the window nearest the door he saw that the cabin had been
divided into two rooms by a rough partition of boughs and sailcloth.
</p>

<p>
In the front room were the three men; the two older deep in argument, while the
younger, tilted back against the wall on an improvised stool, was deeply
engrossed in reading one of Tarzan&rsquo;s books.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was not particularly interested in the men, however, so he sought the
other window. There was the girl. How beautiful her features! How delicate her
snowy skin!
</p>

<p>
She was writing at Tarzan&rsquo;s own table beneath the window. Upon a pile of
grasses at the far side of the room lay the Negress asleep.
</p>

<p>
For an hour Tarzan feasted his eyes upon her while she wrote. How he longed to
speak to her, but he dared not attempt it, for he was convinced that, like the
young man, she would not understand him, and he feared, too, that he might
frighten her away.
</p>

<p>
At length she arose, leaving her manuscript upon the table. She went to the bed
upon which had been spread several layers of soft grasses. These she
rearranged.
</p>

<p>
Then she loosened the soft mass of golden hair which crowned her head. Like a
shimmering waterfall turned to burnished metal by a dying sun it fell about her
oval face; in waving lines, below her waist it tumbled.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was spellbound. Then she extinguished the lamp and all within the cabin
was wrapped in Cimmerian darkness.
</p>

<p>
Still Tarzan watched. Creeping close beneath the window he waited, listening,
for half an hour. At last he was rewarded by the sounds of the regular
breathing within which denotes sleep.
</p>

<p>
Cautiously he intruded his hand between the meshes of the lattice until his
whole arm was within the cabin. Carefully he felt upon the desk. At last he
grasped the manuscript upon which Jane Porter had been writing, and as
cautiously withdrew his arm and hand, holding the precious treasure.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan folded the sheets into a small parcel which he tucked into the quiver
with his arrows. Then he melted away into the jungle as softly and as
noiselessly as a shadow.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap18"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.<br >
The Jungle Toll</h2>

<p>
Early the following morning Tarzan awoke, and his first thought of the new day,
as the last of yesterday, was of the wonderful writing which lay hidden in his
quiver.
</p>

<p>
Hurriedly he brought it forth, hoping against hope that he could read what the
beautiful white girl had written there the preceding evening.
</p>

<p>
At the first glance he suffered a bitter disappointment; never before had he so
yearned for anything as now he did for the ability to interpret a message from
that golden-haired divinity who had come so suddenly and so unexpectedly into
his life.
</p>

<p>
What did it matter if the message were not intended for him? It was an
expression of her thoughts, and that was sufficient for Tarzan of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
And now to be baffled by strange, uncouth characters the like of which he had
never seen before! Why, they even tipped in the opposite direction from all
that he had ever examined either in printed books or the difficult script of
the few letters he had found.
</p>

<p>
Even the little bugs of the black book were familiar friends, though their
arrangement meant nothing to him; but these bugs were new and unheard of.
</p>

<p>
For twenty minutes he pored over them, when suddenly they commenced to take
familiar though distorted shapes. Ah, they were his old friends, but badly
crippled.
</p>

<p>
Then he began to make out a word here and a word there. His heart leaped for
joy. He could read it, and he would.
</p>

<p>
In another half hour he was progressing rapidly, and, but for an exceptional
word now and again, he found it very plain sailing.
</p>

<p>
Here is what he read:
</p>

<p class="center">
WEST COAST OF AFRICA, ABOUT 10° SOUTH<br >
LATITUDE. (So Mr. Clayton says.)
</p>

<p class="right">
<i>February 3 (?), 1909.</i>
</p>

<p class="letter">
DEAREST HAZEL:
</p>

<p>
It seems foolish to write you a letter that you may never see, but I simply
must tell somebody of our awful experiences since we sailed from Europe on the
ill-fated <i>Arrow</i>.
</p>

<p>
If we never return to civilization, as now seems only too likely, this will at
least prove a brief record of the events which led up to our final fate,
whatever it may be.
</p>

<p>
As you know, we were supposed to have set out upon a scientific expedition to
the Congo. Papa was presumed to entertain some wondrous theory of an
unthinkably ancient civilization, the remains of which lay buried somewhere in
the Congo valley. But after we were well under sail the truth came out.
</p>

<p>
It seems that an old bookworm who has a book and curio shop in Baltimore
discovered between the leaves of a very old Spanish manuscript a letter written
in 1550 detailing the adventures of a crew of mutineers of a Spanish galleon
bound from Spain to South America with a vast treasure of
&ldquo;doubloons&rdquo; and &ldquo;pieces of eight,&rdquo; I suppose, for they
certainly sound weird and piraty.
</p>

<p>
The writer had been one of the crew, and the letter was to his son, who was, at
the very time the letter was written, master of a Spanish merchantman.
</p>

<p>
Many years had elapsed since the events the letter narrated had transpired, and
the old man had become a respected citizen of an obscure Spanish town, but the
love of gold was still so strong upon him that he risked all to acquaint his
son with the means of attaining fabulous wealth for them both.
</p>

<p>
The writer told how when but a week out from Spain the crew had mutinied and
murdered every officer and man who opposed them; but they defeated their own
ends by this very act, for there was none left competent to navigate a ship at
sea.
</p>

<p>
They were blown hither and thither for two months, until sick and dying of
scurvy, starvation, and thirst, they had been wrecked on a small islet.
</p>

<p>
The galleon was washed high upon the beach where she went to pieces; but not
before the survivors, who numbered but ten souls, had rescued one of the great
chests of treasure.
</p>

<p>
This they buried well up on the island, and for three years they lived there in
constant hope of being rescued.
</p>

<p>
One by one they sickened and died, until only one man was left, the writer of
the letter.
</p>

<p>
The men had built a boat from the wreckage of the galleon, but having no idea
where the island was located they had not dared to put to sea.
</p>

<p>
When all were dead except himself, however, the awful loneliness so weighed
upon the mind of the sole survivor that he could endure it no longer, and
choosing to risk death upon the open sea rather than madness on the lonely
isle, he set sail in his little boat after nearly a year of solitude.
</p>

<p>
Fortunately he sailed due north, and within a week was in the track of the
Spanish merchantmen plying between the West Indies and Spain, and was picked up
by one of these vessels homeward bound.
</p>

<p>
The story he told was merely one of shipwreck in which all but a few had
perished, the balance, except himself, dying after they reached the island. He
did not mention the mutiny or the chest of buried treasure.
</p>

<p>
The master of the merchantman assured him that from the position at which they
had picked him up, and the prevailing winds for the past week he could have
been on no other island than one of the Cape Verde group, which lie off the
West Coast of Africa in about 16° or 17° north latitude.
</p>

<p>
His letter described the island minutely, as well as the location of the
treasure, and was accompanied by the crudest, funniest little old map you ever
saw; with trees and rocks all marked by scrawly X&rsquo;s to show the exact
spot where the treasure had been buried.
</p>

<p>
When papa explained the real nature of the expedition, my heart sank, for I
know so well how visionary and impractical the poor dear has always been that I
feared that he had again been duped; especially when he told me he had paid a
thousand dollars for the letter and map.
</p>

<p>
To add to my distress, I learned that he had borrowed ten thousand dollars more
from Robert Canler, and had given his notes for the amount.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Canler had asked for no security, and you know, dearie, what that will mean
for me if papa cannot meet them. Oh, how I detest that man!
</p>

<p>
We all tried to look on the bright side of things, but Mr. Philander, and Mr.
Clayton&mdash;he joined us in London just for the adventure&mdash;both felt as
skeptical as I.
</p>

<p>
Well, to make a long story short, we found the island and the treasure&mdash;a
great iron-bound oak chest, wrapped in many layers of oiled sailcloth, and as
strong and firm as when it had been buried nearly two hundred years ago.
</p>

<p>
It was <i>simply filled</i> with gold coin, and was so heavy that four men bent
underneath its weight.
</p>

<p>
The horrid thing seems to bring nothing but murder and misfortune to those who
have anything to do with it, for three days after we sailed from the Cape Verde
Islands our own crew mutinied and killed every one of their officers.
</p>

<p>
Oh, it was the most terrifying experience one could imagine&mdash;I cannot even
write of it.
</p>

<p>
They were going to kill us too, but one of them, the leader, named King, would
not let them, and so they sailed south along the coast to a lonely spot where
they found a good harbor, and here they landed and have left us.
</p>

<p>
They sailed away with the treasure to-day, but Mr. Clayton says they will meet
with a fate similar to the mutineers of the ancient galleon, because King, the
only man aboard who knew aught of navigation, was murdered on the beach by one
of the men the day we landed.
</p>

<p>
I wish you could know Mr. Clayton; he is the dearest fellow imaginable, and
unless I am mistaken he has fallen very much in love with me.
</p>

<p>
He is the only son of Lord Greystoke, and some day will inherit the title and
estates. In addition, he is wealthy in his own right, but the fact that he is
going to be an English Lord makes me very sad&mdash;you know what my sentiments
have always been relative to American girls who married titled foreigners. Oh,
if he were only a plain American gentleman!
</p>

<p>
But it isn&rsquo;t his fault, poor fellow, and in everything except birth he
would do credit to my country, and that is the greatest compliment I know how
to pay any man.
</p>

<p>
We have had the most weird experiences since we were landed here. Papa and Mr.
Philander lost in the jungle, and chased by a real lion.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Clayton lost, and attacked twice by wild beasts. Esmeralda and I cornered
in an old cabin by a perfectly awful man-eating lioness. Oh, it was simply
&ldquo;terrifical,&rdquo; as Esmeralda would say.
</p>

<p>
But the strangest part of it all is the wonderful creature who rescued us. I
have not seen him, but Mr. Clayton and papa and Mr. Philander have, and they
say that he is a perfectly god-like white man tanned to a dusky brown, with the
strength of a wild elephant, the agility of a monkey, and the bravery of a
lion.
</p>

<p>
He speaks no English and vanishes as quickly and as mysteriously after he has
performed some valorous deed, as though he were a disembodied spirit.
</p>

<p>
Then we have another weird neighbor, who printed a beautiful sign in English
and tacked it on the door of his cabin, which we have preempted, warning us to
destroy none of his belongings, and signing himself &ldquo;Tarzan of the
Apes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
We have never seen him, though we think he is about, for one of the sailors,
who was going to shoot Mr. Clayton in the back, received a spear in his
shoulder from some unseen hand in the jungle.
</p>

<p>
The sailors left us but a meager supply of food, so, as we have only a single
revolver with but three cartridges left in it, we do not know how we can
procure meat, though Mr. Philander says that we can exist indefinitely on the
wild fruit and nuts which abound in the jungle.
</p>

<p>
I am very tired now, so I shall go to my funny bed of grasses which Mr. Clayton
gathered for me, but will add to this from day to day as things happen.
</p>

<p class="right">
Lovingly,<br >
JANE PORTER.
</p>

<p class="letter">
TO HAZEL STRONG, BALTIMORE, MD.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan sat in a brown study for a long time after he finished reading the
letter. It was filled with so many new and wonderful things that his brain was
in a whirl as he attempted to digest them all.
</p>

<p>
So they did not know that he was Tarzan of the Apes. He would tell them.
</p>

<p>
In his tree he had constructed a rude shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath
which, protected from the rain, he had placed the few treasures brought from
the cabin. Among these were some pencils.
</p>

<p>
He took one, and beneath Jane Porter&rsquo;s signature he wrote:
</p>

<p class="center">
I am Tarzan of the Apes
</p>

<p>
He thought that would be sufficient. Later he would return the letter to the
cabin.
</p>

<p>
In the matter of food, thought Tarzan, they had no need to worry&mdash;he would
provide, and he did.
</p>

<p>
The next morning Jane found her missing letter in the exact spot from which it
had disappeared two nights before. She was mystified; but when she saw the
printed words beneath her signature, she felt a cold, clammy chill run up her
spine. She showed the letter, or rather the last sheet with the signature, to
Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And to think,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;that uncanny thing was probably
watching me all the time that I was writing&mdash;oo! It makes me shudder just
to think of it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But he must be friendly,&rdquo; reassured Clayton, &ldquo;for he has
returned your letter, nor did he offer to harm you, and unless I am mistaken he
left a very substantial memento of his friendship outside the cabin door last
night, for I just found the carcass of a wild boar there as I came out.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
From then on scarcely a day passed that did not bring its offering of game or
other food. Sometimes it was a young deer, again a quantity of strange, cooked
food&mdash;cassava cakes pilfered from the village of Mbonga&mdash;or a boar,
or leopard, and once a lion.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan derived the greatest pleasure of his life in hunting meat for these
strangers. It seemed to him that no pleasure on earth could compare with
laboring for the welfare and protection of the beautiful white girl.
</p>

<p>
Some day he would venture into the camp in daylight and talk with these people
through the medium of the little bugs which were familiar to them and to
Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
But he found it difficult to overcome the timidity of the wild thing of the
forest, and so day followed day without seeing a fulfillment of his good
intentions.
</p>

<p>
The party in the camp, emboldened by familiarity, wandered farther and yet
farther into the jungle in search of nuts and fruit.
</p>

<p>
Scarcely a day passed that did not find Professor Porter straying in his
preoccupied indifference toward the jaws of death. Mr. Samuel T. Philander,
never what one might call robust, was worn to the shadow of a shadow through
the ceaseless worry and mental distraction resultant from his Herculean efforts
to safeguard the professor.
</p>

<p>
A month passed. Tarzan had finally determined to visit the camp by daylight.
</p>

<p>
It was early afternoon. Clayton had wandered to the point at the harbor&rsquo;s
mouth to look for passing vessels. Here he kept a great mass of wood, high
piled, ready to be ignited as a signal should a steamer or a sail top the far
horizon.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter was wandering along the beach south of the camp with Mr.
Philander at his elbow, urging him to turn his steps back before the two became
again the sport of some savage beast.
</p>

<p>
The others gone, Jane and Esmeralda had wandered into the jungle to gather
fruit, and in their search were led farther and farther from the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan waited in silence before the door of the little house until they should
return. His thoughts were of the beautiful white girl. They were always of her
now. He wondered if she would fear him, and the thought all but caused him to
relinquish his plan.
</p>

<p>
He was rapidly becoming impatient for her return, that he might feast his eyes
upon her and be near her, perhaps touch her. The ape-man knew no god, but he
was as near to worshipping his divinity as mortal man ever comes to worship.
While he waited he passed the time printing a message to her; whether he
intended giving it to her he himself could not have told, but he took infinite
pleasure in seeing his thoughts expressed in print&mdash;in which he was not so
uncivilized after all. He wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We live here
together always in my house. I will bring you the best of fruits, the tenderest
deer, the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt for you. I am the
greatest of the jungle fighters. I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of
the jungle fighters. You are Jane Porter, I saw it in your letter. When you see
this you will know that it is for you and that Tarzan of the Apes loves you.
</p>

<p>
As he stood, straight as a young Indian, by the door, waiting after he had
finished the message, there came to his keen ears a familiar sound. It was the
passing of a great ape through the lower branches of the forest.
</p>

<p>
For an instant he listened intently, and then from the jungle came the agonized
scream of a woman, and Tarzan of the Apes, dropping his first love letter upon
the ground, shot like a panther into the forest.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, also, heard the scream, and Professor Porter and Mr. Philander, and in
a few minutes they came panting to the cabin, calling out to each other a
volley of excited questions as they approached. A glance within confirmed their
worst fears.
</p>

<p>
Jane and Esmeralda were not there.
</p>

<p>
Instantly, Clayton, followed by the two old men, plunged into the jungle,
calling the girl&rsquo;s name aloud. For half an hour they stumbled on, until
Clayton, by merest chance, came upon the prostrate form of Esmeralda.
</p>

<p>
He stopped beside her, feeling for her pulse and then listening for her
heartbeats. She lived. He shook her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Esmeralda!&rdquo; he shrieked in her ear. &ldquo;Esmeralda! For
God&rsquo;s sake, where is Miss Porter? What has happened? Esmeralda!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Slowly Esmeralda opened her eyes. She saw Clayton. She saw the jungle about
her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, Gaberelle!&rdquo; she screamed, and fainted again.
</p>

<p>
By this time Professor Porter and Mr. Philander had come up.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What shall we do, Mr. Clayton?&rdquo; asked the old professor.
&ldquo;Where shall we look? God could not have been so cruel as to take my
little girl away from me now.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We must arouse Esmeralda first,&rdquo; replied Clayton. &ldquo;She can
tell us what has happened. Esmeralda!&rdquo; he cried again, shaking the black
woman roughly by the shoulder.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;O Gaberelle, I want to die!&rdquo; cried the poor woman, but with eyes
fast closed. &ldquo;Let me die, dear Lord, don&rsquo;t let me see that awful
face again.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come, come, Esmeralda,&rdquo; cried Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The Lord isn&rsquo;t here; it&rsquo;s Mr. Clayton. Open your
eyes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda did as she was bade.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;O Gaberelle! Thank the Lord,&rdquo; she said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where&rsquo;s Miss Porter? What happened?&rdquo; questioned Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ain&rsquo;t Miss Jane here?&rdquo; cried Esmeralda, sitting up with
wonderful celerity for one of her bulk. &ldquo;Oh, Lord, now I remember! It
must have took her away,&rdquo; and the Negress commenced to sob, and wail her
lamentations.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What took her away?&rdquo; cried Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;A great big giant all covered with hair.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;A gorilla, Esmeralda?&rdquo; questioned Mr. Philander, and the three men
scarcely breathed as he voiced the horrible thought.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I thought it was the devil; but I guess it must have been one of them
gorilephants. Oh, my poor baby, my poor little honey,&rdquo; and again
Esmeralda broke into uncontrollable sobbing.
</p>

<p>
Clayton immediately began to look about for tracks, but he could find nothing
save a confusion of trampled grasses in the close vicinity, and his woodcraft
was too meager for the translation of what he did see.
</p>

<p>
All the balance of the day they sought through the jungle; but as night drew on
they were forced to give up in despair and hopelessness, for they did not even
know in what direction the thing had borne Jane.
</p>

<p>
It was long after dark ere they reached the cabin, and a sad and grief-stricken
party it was that sat silently within the little structure.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter finally broke the silence. His tones were no longer those of
the erudite pedant theorizing upon the abstract and the unknowable; but those
of the man of action&mdash;determined, but tinged also by a note of
indescribable hopelessness and grief which wrung an answering pang from
Clayton&rsquo;s heart.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall lie down now,&rdquo; said the old man, &ldquo;and try to sleep.
Early to-morrow, as soon as it is light, I shall take what food I can carry and
continue the search until I have found Jane. I will not return without
her.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
His companions did not reply at once. Each was immersed in his own sorrowful
thoughts, and each knew, as did the old professor, what the last words
meant&mdash;Professor Porter would never return from the jungle.
</p>

<p>
At length Clayton arose and laid his hand gently upon Professor Porter&rsquo;s
bent old shoulder.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall go with you, of course,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I knew that you would offer&mdash;that you would wish to go, Mr.
Clayton; but you must not. Jane is beyond human assistance now. What was once
my dear little girl shall not lie alone and friendless in the awful jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The same vines and leaves will cover us, the same rains beat upon us;
and when the spirit of her mother is abroad, it will find us together in death,
as it has always found us in life.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No; it is I alone who may go, for she was my daughter&mdash;all that was
left on earth for me to love.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall go with you,&rdquo; said Clayton simply.
</p>

<p>
The old man looked up, regarding the strong, handsome face of William Cecil
Clayton intently. Perhaps he read there the love that lay in the heart
beneath&mdash;the love for his daughter.
</p>

<p>
He had been too preoccupied with his own scholarly thoughts in the past to
consider the little occurrences, the chance words, which would have indicated
to a more practical man that these young people were being drawn more and more
closely to one another. Now they came back to him, one by one.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;As you wish,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You may count on me, also,&rdquo; said Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, my dear old friend,&rdquo; said Professor Porter. &ldquo;We may not
all go. It would be cruelly wicked to leave poor Esmeralda here alone, and
three of us would be no more successful than one.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There be enough dead things in the cruel forest as it is. Come&mdash;let
us try to sleep a little.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap19"></a>CHAPTER XIX.<br >
The Call of the Primitive</h2>

<p>
From the time Tarzan left the tribe of great anthropoids in which he had been
raised, it was torn by continual strife and discord. Terkoz proved a cruel and
capricious king, so that, one by one, many of the older and weaker apes, upon
whom he was particularly prone to vent his brutish nature, took their families
and sought the quiet and safety of the far interior.
</p>

<p>
But at last those who remained were driven to desperation by the continued
truculence of Terkoz, and it so happened that one of them recalled the parting
admonition of Tarzan:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If you have a chief who is cruel, do not do as the other apes do, and
attempt, any one of you, to pit yourself against him alone. But, instead, let
two or three or four of you attack him together. Then, if you will do this, no
chief will dare to be other than he should be, for four of you can kill any
chief who may ever be over you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And the ape who recalled this wise counsel repeated it to several of his
fellows, so that when Terkoz returned to the tribe that day he found a warm
reception awaiting him.
</p>

<p>
There were no formalities. As Terkoz reached the group, five huge, hairy beasts
sprang upon him.
</p>

<p>
At heart he was an arrant coward, which is the way with bullies among apes as
well as among men; so he did not remain to fight and die, but tore himself away
from them as quickly as he could and fled into the sheltering boughs of the
forest.
</p>

<p>
Two more attempts he made to rejoin the tribe, but on each occasion he was set
upon and driven away. At last he gave it up, and turned, foaming with rage and
hatred, into the jungle.
</p>

<p>
For several days he wandered aimlessly, nursing his spite and looking for some
weak thing on which to vent his pent anger.
</p>

<p>
It was in this state of mind that the horrible, man-like beast, swinging from
tree to tree, came suddenly upon two women in the jungle.
</p>

<p>
He was right above them when he discovered them. The first intimation Jane
Porter had of his presence was when the great hairy body dropped to the earth
beside her, and she saw the awful face and the snarling, hideous mouth thrust
within a foot of her.
</p>

<p>
One piercing scream escaped her lips as the brute hand clutched her arm. Then
she was dragged toward those awful fangs which yawned at her throat. But ere
they touched that fair skin another mood claimed the anthropoid.
</p>

<p>
The tribe had kept his women. He must find others to replace them. This
hairless white ape would be the first of his new household, and so he threw her
roughly across his broad, hairy shoulders and leaped back into the trees,
bearing Jane away.
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda&rsquo;s scream of terror had mingled once with that of Jane, and
then, as was Esmeralda&rsquo;s manner under stress of emergency which required
presence of mind, she swooned.
</p>

<p>
But Jane did not once lose consciousness. It is true that that awful face,
pressing close to hers, and the stench of the foul breath beating upon her
nostrils, paralyzed her with terror; but her brain was clear, and she
comprehended all that transpired.
</p>

<p>
With what seemed to her marvelous rapidity the brute bore her through the
forest, but still she did not cry out or struggle. The sudden advent of the ape
had confused her to such an extent that she thought now that he was bearing her
toward the beach.
</p>

<p>
For this reason she conserved her energies and her voice until she could see
that they had approached near enough to the camp to attract the succor she
craved.
</p>

<p>
She could not have known it, but she was being borne farther and farther into
the impenetrable jungle.
</p>

<p>
The scream that had brought Clayton and the two older men stumbling through the
undergrowth had led Tarzan of the Apes straight to where Esmeralda lay, but it
was not Esmeralda in whom his interest centered, though pausing over her he saw
that she was unhurt.
</p>

<p>
For a moment he scrutinized the ground below and the trees above, until the ape
that was in him by virtue of training and environment, combined with the
intelligence that was his by right of birth, told his wondrous woodcraft the
whole story as plainly as though he had seen the thing happen with his own
eyes.
</p>

<p>
And then he was gone again into the swaying trees, following the high-flung
spoor which no other human eye could have detected, much less translated.
</p>

<p>
At boughs&rsquo; ends, where the anthropoid swings from one tree to another,
there is most to mark the trail, but least to point the direction of the
quarry; for there the pressure is downward always, toward the small end of the
branch, whether the ape be leaving or entering a tree. Nearer the center of the
tree, where the signs of passage are fainter, the direction is plainly marked.
</p>

<p>
Here, on this branch, a caterpillar has been crushed by the fugitive&rsquo;s
great foot, and Tarzan knows instinctively where that same foot would touch in
the next stride. Here he looks to find a tiny particle of the demolished larva,
ofttimes not more than a speck of moisture.
</p>

<p>
Again, a minute bit of bark has been upturned by the scraping hand, and the
direction of the break indicates the direction of the passage. Or some great
limb, or the stem of the tree itself has been brushed by the hairy body, and a
tiny shred of hair tells him by the direction from which it is wedged beneath
the bark that he is on the right trail.
</p>

<p>
Nor does he need to check his speed to catch these seemingly faint records of
the fleeing beast.
</p>

<p>
To Tarzan they stand out boldly against all the myriad other scars and bruises
and signs upon the leafy way. But strongest of all is the scent, for Tarzan is
pursuing up the wind, and his trained nostrils are as sensitive as a
hound&rsquo;s.
</p>

<p>
There are those who believe that the lower orders are specially endowed by
nature with better olfactory nerves than man, but it is merely a matter of
development.
</p>

<p>
Man&rsquo;s survival does not hinge so greatly upon the perfection of his
senses. His power to reason has relieved them of many of their duties, and so
they have, to some extent, atrophied, as have the muscles which move the ears
and scalp, merely from disuse.
</p>

<p>
The muscles are there, about the ears and beneath the scalp, and so are the
nerves which transmit sensations to the brain, but they are under-developed
because they are not needed.
</p>

<p>
Not so with Tarzan of the Apes. From early infancy his survival had depended
upon acuteness of eyesight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste far more than upon
the more slowly developed organ of reason.
</p>

<p>
The least developed of all in Tarzan was the sense of taste, for he could eat
luscious fruits, or raw flesh, long buried with almost equal appreciation; but
in that he differed but slightly from more civilized epicures.
</p>

<p>
Almost silently the ape-man sped on in the track of Terkoz and his prey, but
the sound of his approach reached the ears of the fleeing beast and spurred it
on to greater speed.
</p>

<p>
Three miles were covered before Tarzan overtook them, and then Terkoz, seeing
that further flight was futile, dropped to the ground in a small open glade,
that he might turn and fight for his prize or be free to escape unhampered if
he saw that the pursuer was more than a match for him.
</p>

<p>
He still grasped Jane in one great arm as Tarzan bounded like a leopard into
the arena which nature had provided for this primeval-like battle.
</p>

<p>
When Terkoz saw that it was Tarzan who pursued him, he jumped to the conclusion
that this was Tarzan&rsquo;s woman, since they were of the same
kind&mdash;white and hairless&mdash;and so he rejoiced at this opportunity for
double revenge upon his hated enemy.
</p>

<p>
To Jane the strange apparition of this god-like man was as wine to sick nerves.
</p>

<p>
From the description which Clayton and her father and Mr. Philander had given
her, she knew that it must be the same wonderful creature who had saved them,
and she saw in him only a protector and a friend.
</p>

<p>
But as Terkoz pushed her roughly aside to meet Tarzan&rsquo;s charge, and she
saw the great proportions of the ape and the mighty muscles and the fierce
fangs, her heart quailed. How could any vanquish such a mighty antagonist?
</p>

<p>
Like two charging bulls they came together, and like two wolves sought each
other&rsquo;s throat. Against the long canines of the ape was pitted the thin
blade of the man&rsquo;s knife.
</p>

<p>
Jane&mdash;her lithe, young form flattened against the trunk of a great tree,
her hands tight pressed against her rising and falling bosom, and her eyes wide
with mingled horror, fascination, fear, and admiration&mdash;watched the
primordial ape battle with the primeval man for possession of a woman&mdash;for
her.
</p>

<p>
As the great muscles of the man&rsquo;s back and shoulders knotted beneath the
tension of his efforts, and the huge biceps and forearm held at bay those
mighty tusks, the veil of centuries of civilization and culture was swept from
the blurred vision of the Baltimore girl.
</p>

<p>
When the long knife drank deep a dozen times of Terkoz&rsquo; heart&rsquo;s
blood, and the great carcass rolled lifeless upon the ground, it was a primeval
woman who sprang forward with outstretched arms toward the primeval man who had
fought for her and won her.
</p>

<p>
And Tarzan?
</p>

<p>
He did what no red-blooded man needs lessons in doing. He took his woman in his
arms and smothered her upturned, panting lips with kisses.
</p>

<p>
For a moment Jane lay there with half-closed eyes. For a moment&mdash;the first
in her young life&mdash;she knew the meaning of love.
</p>

<p>
But as suddenly as the veil had been withdrawn it dropped again, and an
outraged conscience suffused her face with its scarlet mantle, and a mortified
woman thrust Tarzan of the Apes from her and buried her face in her hands.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had been surprised when he had found the girl he had learned to love
after a vague and abstract manner a willing prisoner in his arms. Now he was
surprised that she repulsed him.
</p>

<p>
He came close to her once more and took hold of her arm. She turned upon him
like a tigress, striking his great breast with her tiny hands.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan could not understand it.
</p>

<p>
A moment ago and it had been his intention to hasten Jane back to her people,
but that little moment was lost now in the dim and distant past of things which
were but can never be again, and with it the good intentions had gone to join
the impossible.
</p>

<p>
Since then Tarzan of the Apes had felt a warm, lithe form close pressed to his.
Hot, sweet breath against his cheek and mouth had fanned a new flame to life
within his breast, and perfect lips had clung to his in burning kisses that had
seared a deep brand into his soul&mdash;a brand which marked a new Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
Again he laid his hand upon her arm. Again she repulsed him. And then Tarzan of
the Apes did just what his first ancestor would have done.
</p>

<p>
He took his woman in his arms and carried her into the jungle.
</p>

<p class="p2">
Early the following morning the four within the little cabin by the beach were
awakened by the booming of a cannon. Clayton was the first to rush out, and
there, beyond the harbor&rsquo;s mouth, he saw two vessels lying at anchor.
</p>

<p>
One was the <i>Arrow</i> and the other a small French cruiser. The sides of the latter
were crowded with men gazing shoreward, and it was evident to Clayton, as to
the others who had now joined him, that the gun which they had heard had been
fired to attract their attention if they still remained at the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Both vessels lay at a considerable distance from shore, and it was doubtful if
their glasses would locate the waving hats of the little party far in between
the harbor&rsquo;s points.
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda had removed her red apron and was waving it frantically above her
head; but Clayton, still fearing that even this might not be seen, hurried off
toward the northern point where lay his signal pyre ready for the match.
</p>

<p>
It seemed an age to him, as to those who waited breathlessly behind, ere he
reached the great pile of dry branches and underbrush.
</p>

<p>
As he broke from the dense wood and came in sight of the vessels again, he was
filled with consternation to see that the <i>Arrow</i> was making sail and that the
cruiser was already under way.
</p>

<p>
Quickly lighting the pyre in a dozen places, he hurried to the extreme point of
the promontory, where he stripped off his shirt, and, tying it to a fallen
branch, stood waving it back and forth above him.
</p>

<p>
But still the vessels continued to stand out; and he had given up all hope,
when the great column of smoke, rising above the forest in one dense vertical
shaft, attracted the attention of a lookout aboard the cruiser, and instantly a
dozen glasses were leveled on the beach.
</p>

<p>
Presently Clayton saw the two ships come about again; and while the <i>Arrow</i> lay
drifting quietly on the ocean, the cruiser steamed slowly back toward shore.
</p>

<p>
At some distance away she stopped, and a boat was lowered and dispatched toward
the beach.
</p>

<p>
As it was drawn up a young officer stepped out.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Monsieur Clayton, I presume?&rdquo; he asked.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Thank God, you have come!&rdquo; was Clayton&rsquo;s reply. &ldquo;And
it may be that it is not too late even now.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What do you mean, Monsieur?&rdquo; asked the officer.
</p>

<p>
Clayton told of the abduction of Jane Porter and the need of armed men to aid
in the search for her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&rdquo; exclaimed the officer, sadly. &ldquo;Yesterday and it
would not have been too late. Today and it may be better that the poor lady
were never found. It is horrible, Monsieur. It is too horrible.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Other boats had now put off from the cruiser, and Clayton, having pointed out
the harbor&rsquo;s entrance to the officer, entered the boat with him and its
nose was turned toward the little landlocked bay, into which the other craft
followed.
</p>

<p>
Soon the entire party had landed where stood Professor Porter, Mr. Philander
and the weeping Esmeralda.
</p>

<p>
Among the officers in the last boats to put off from the cruiser was the
commander of the vessel; and when he had heard the story of Jane&rsquo;s
abduction, he generously called for volunteers to accompany Professor Porter
and Clayton in their search.
</p>

<p>
Not an officer or a man was there of those brave and sympathetic Frenchmen who
did not quickly beg leave to be one of the expedition.
</p>

<p>
The commander selected twenty men and two officers, Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot
and Lieutenant Charpentier. A boat was dispatched to the cruiser for
provisions, ammunition, and carbines; the men were already armed with
revolvers.
</p>

<p>
Then, to Clayton&rsquo;s inquiries as to how they had happened to anchor off
shore and fire a signal gun, the commander, Captain Dufranne, explained that a
month before they had sighted the <i>Arrow</i> bearing southwest under considerable
canvas, and that when they had signaled her to come about she had but crowded
on more sail.
</p>

<p>
They had kept her hull-up until sunset, firing several shots after her, but the
next morning she was nowhere to be seen. They had then continued to cruise up
and down the coast for several weeks, and had about forgotten the incident of
the recent chase, when, early one morning a few days before the lookout had
described a vessel laboring in the trough of a heavy sea and evidently entirely
out of control.
</p>

<p>
As they steamed nearer to the derelict they were surprised to note that it was
the same vessel that had run from them a few weeks earlier. Her forestaysail
and mizzen spanker were set as though an effort had been made to hold her head
up into the wind, but the sheets had parted, and the sails were tearing to
ribbons in the half gale of wind.
</p>

<p>
In the high sea that was running it was a difficult and dangerous task to
attempt to put a prize crew aboard her; and as no signs of life had been seen
above deck, it was decided to stand by until the wind and sea abated; but just
then a figure was seen clinging to the rail and feebly waving a mute signal of
despair toward them.
</p>

<p>
Immediately a boat&rsquo;s crew was ordered out and an attempt was successfully
made to board the <i>Arrow</i>. The sight that met the Frenchmen&rsquo;s eyes
as they clambered over the ship&rsquo;s side was appalling.
</p>

<p>
A dozen dead and dying men rolled hither and thither upon the pitching deck,
the living intermingled with the dead. Two of the corpses appeared to have been
partially devoured as though by wolves.
</p>

<p>
The prize crew soon had the vessel under proper sail once more and the living
members of the ill-starred company carried below to their hammocks.
</p>

<p>
The dead were wrapped in tarpaulins and lashed on deck to be identified by
their comrades before being consigned to the deep.
</p>

<p>
None of the living was conscious when the Frenchmen reached the <i>Arrow&rsquo;s</i>
deck. Even the poor devil who had waved the single despairing signal of
distress had lapsed into unconsciousness before he had learned whether it had
availed or not.
</p>

<p>
It did not take the French officer long to learn what had caused the terrible
condition aboard; for when water and brandy were sought to restore the men, it
was found that there was none, nor even food of any description.
</p>

<p>
He immediately signalled to the cruiser to send water, medicine, and
provisions, and another boat made the perilous trip to the <i>Arrow</i>.
</p>

<p>
When restoratives had been applied several of the men regained consciousness,
and then the whole story was told. That part of it we know up to the sailing of
the <i>Arrow</i> after the murder of Snipes, and the burial of his body above the
treasure chest.
</p>

<p>
It seems that the pursuit by the cruiser had so terrorized the mutineers that
they had continued out across the Atlantic for several days after losing her;
but on discovering the meager supply of water and provisions aboard, they had
turned back toward the east.
</p>

<p>
With no one on board who understood navigation, discussions soon arose as to
their whereabouts; and as three days&rsquo; sailing to the east did not raise
land, they bore off to the north, fearing that the high north winds that had
prevailed had driven them south of the southern extremity of Africa.
</p>

<p>
They kept on a north-northeasterly course for two days, when they were
overtaken by a calm which lasted for nearly a week. Their water was gone, and
in another day they would be without food.
</p>

<p>
Conditions changed rapidly from bad to worse. One man went mad and leaped
overboard. Soon another opened his veins and drank his own blood.
</p>

<p>
When he died they threw him overboard also, though there were those among them
who wanted to keep the corpse on board. Hunger was changing them from human
beasts to wild beasts.
</p>

<p>
Two days before they had been picked up by the cruiser they had become too weak
to handle the vessel, and that same day three men died. On the following
morning it was seen that one of the corpses had been partially devoured.
</p>

<p>
All that day the men lay glaring at each other like beasts of prey, and the
following morning two of the corpses lay almost entirely stripped of flesh.
</p>

<p>
The men were but little stronger for their ghoulish repast, for the want of
water was by far the greatest agony with which they had to contend. And then
the cruiser had come.
</p>

<p>
When those who could had recovered, the entire story had been told to the
French commander; but the men were too ignorant to be able to tell him at just
what point on the coast the professor and his party had been marooned, so the
cruiser had steamed slowly along within sight of land, firing occasional signal
guns and scanning every inch of the beach with glasses.
</p>

<p>
They had anchored by night so as not to neglect a particle of the shore line,
and it had happened that the preceding night had brought them off the very
beach where lay the little camp they sought.
</p>

<p>
The signal guns of the afternoon before had not been heard by those on shore,
it was presumed, because they had doubtless been in the thick of the jungle
searching for Jane Porter, where the noise of their own crashing through the
underbrush would have drowned the report of a far distant gun.
</p>

<p>
By the time the two parties had narrated their several adventures, the
cruiser&rsquo;s boat had returned with supplies and arms for the expedition.
</p>

<p>
Within a few minutes the little body of sailors and the two French officers,
together with Professor Porter and Clayton, set off upon their hopeless and
ill-fated quest into the untracked jungle.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap20"></a>CHAPTER XX.<br >
Heredity</h2>

<p>
When Jane realized that she was being borne away a captive by the strange
forest creature who had rescued her from the clutches of the ape she struggled
desperately to escape, but the strong arms that held her as easily as though
she had been but a day-old babe only pressed a little more tightly.
</p>

<p>
So presently she gave up the futile effort and lay quietly, looking through
half-closed lids at the face of the man who strode easily through the tangled
undergrowth with her.
</p>

<p>
The face above her was one of extraordinary beauty.
</p>

<p>
A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or brutal or
degrading passions. For, though Tarzan of the Apes was a killer of men and of
beasts, he killed as the hunter kills, dispassionately, except on those rare
occasions when he had killed for hate&mdash;though not the brooding, malevolent
hate which marks the features of its own with hideous lines.
</p>

<p>
When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the
foundation of beauty.
</p>

<p>
One thing the girl had noticed particularly when she had seen Tarzan rushing
upon Terkoz&mdash;the vivid scarlet band upon his forehead, from above the left
eye to the scalp; but now as she scanned his features she noticed that it was
gone, and only a thin white line marked the spot where it had been.
</p>

<p>
As she lay more quietly in his arms Tarzan slightly relaxed his grip upon her.
</p>

<p>
Once he looked down into her eyes and smiled, and the girl had to close her own
to shut out the vision of that handsome, winning face.
</p>

<p>
Presently Tarzan took to the trees, and Jane, wondering that she felt no fear,
began to realize that in many respects she had never felt more secure in her
whole life than now as she lay in the arms of this strong, wild creature, being
borne, God alone knew where or to what fate, deeper and deeper into the savage
fastness of the untamed forest.
</p>

<p>
When, with closed eyes, she commenced to speculate upon the future, and
terrifying fears were conjured by a vivid imagination, she had but to raise her
lids and look upon that noble face so close to hers to dissipate the last
remnant of apprehension.
</p>

<p>
No, he could never harm her; of that she was convinced when she translated the
fine features and the frank, brave eyes above her into the chivalry which they
proclaimed.
</p>

<p>
On and on they went through what seemed to Jane a solid mass of verdure, yet
ever there appeared to open before this forest god a passage, as by magic,
which closed behind them as they passed.
</p>

<p>
Scarce a branch scraped against her, yet above and below, before and behind,
the view presented naught but a solid mass of inextricably interwoven branches
and creepers.
</p>

<p>
As Tarzan moved steadily onward his mind was occupied with many strange and new
thoughts. Here was a problem the like of which he had never encountered, and he
felt rather than reasoned that he must meet it as a man and not as an ape.
</p>

<p>
The free movement through the middle terrace, which was the route he had
followed for the most part, had helped to cool the ardor of the first fierce
passion of his new found love.
</p>

<p>
Now he discovered himself speculating upon the fate which would have fallen to
the girl had he not rescued her from Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
He knew why the ape had not killed her, and he commenced to compare his
intentions with those of Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
True, it was the order of the jungle for the male to take his mate by force;
but could Tarzan be guided by the laws of the beasts? Was not Tarzan a Man? But
what did men do? He was puzzled; for he did not know.
</p>

<p>
He wished that he might ask the girl, and then it came to him that she had
already answered him in the futile struggle she had made to escape and to
repulse him.
</p>

<p>
But now they had come to their destination, and Tarzan of the Apes with Jane in
his strong arms, swung lightly to the turf of the arena where the great apes
held their councils and danced the wild orgy of the Dum-Dum.
</p>

<p>
Though they had come many miles, it was still but midafternoon, and the
amphitheater was bathed in the half light which filtered through the maze of
encircling foliage.
</p>

<p>
The green turf looked soft and cool and inviting. The myriad noises of the
jungle seemed far distant and hushed to a mere echo of blurred sounds, rising
and falling like the surf upon a remote shore.
</p>

<p>
A feeling of dreamy peacefulness stole over Jane as she sank down upon the
grass where Tarzan had placed her, and as she looked up at his great figure
towering above her, there was added a strange sense of perfect security.
</p>

<p>
As she watched him from beneath half-closed lids, Tarzan crossed the little
circular clearing toward the trees upon the further side. She noted the
graceful majesty of his carriage, the perfect symmetry of his magnificent
figure and the poise of his well-shaped head upon his broad shoulders.
</p>

<p>
What a perfect creature! There could be naught of cruelty or baseness beneath
that godlike exterior. Never, she thought had such a man strode the earth since
God created the first in his own image.
</p>

<p>
With a bound Tarzan sprang into the trees and disappeared. Jane wondered where
he had gone. Had he left her there to her fate in the lonely jungle?
</p>

<p>
She glanced nervously about. Every vine and bush seemed but the lurking-place
of some huge and horrible beast waiting to bury gleaming fangs into her soft
flesh. Every sound she magnified into the stealthy creeping of a sinuous and
malignant body.
</p>

<p>
How different now that he had left her!
</p>

<p>
For a few minutes that seemed hours to the frightened girl, she sat with tense
nerves waiting for the spring of the crouching thing that was to end her misery
of apprehension.
</p>

<p>
She almost prayed for the cruel teeth that would give her unconsciousness and
surcease from the agony of fear.
</p>

<p>
She heard a sudden, slight sound behind her. With a cry she sprang to her feet
and turned to face her end.
</p>

<p>
There stood Tarzan, his arms filled with ripe and luscious fruit.
</p>

<p>
Jane reeled and would have fallen, had not Tarzan, dropping his burden, caught
her in his arms. She did not lose consciousness, but she clung tightly to him,
shuddering and trembling like a frightened deer.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes stroked her soft hair and tried to comfort and quiet her as
Kala had him, when, as a little ape, he had been frightened by Sabor, the
lioness, or Histah, the snake.
</p>

<p>
Once he pressed his lips lightly upon her forehead, and she did not move, but
closed her eyes and sighed.
</p>

<p>
She could not analyze her feelings, nor did she wish to attempt it. She was
satisfied to feel the safety of those strong arms, and to leave her future to
fate; for the last few hours had taught her to trust this strange wild creature
of the forest as she would have trusted but few of the men of her acquaintance.
</p>

<p>
As she thought of the strangeness of it, there commenced to dawn upon her the
realization that she had, possibly, learned something else which she had never
really known before&mdash;love. She wondered and then she smiled.
</p>

<p>
And still smiling, she pushed Tarzan gently away; and looking at him with a
half-smiling, half-quizzical expression that made her face wholly entrancing,
she pointed to the fruit upon the ground, and seated herself upon the edge of
the earthen drum of the anthropoids, for hunger was asserting itself.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan quickly gathered up the fruit, and, bringing it, laid it at her feet;
and then he, too, sat upon the drum beside her, and with his knife opened and
prepared the various fruits for her meal.
</p>

<p>
Together and in silence they ate, occasionally stealing sly glances at one
another, until finally Jane broke into a merry laugh in which Tarzan joined.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I wish you spoke English,&rdquo; said the girl.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan shook his head, and an expression of wistful and pathetic longing
sobered his laughing eyes.
</p>

<p>
Then Jane tried speaking to him in French, and then in German; but she had to
laugh at her own blundering attempt at the latter tongue.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Anyway,&rdquo; she said to him in English, &ldquo;you understand my
German as well as they did in Berlin.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had long since reached a decision as to what his future procedure should
be. He had had time to recollect all that he had read of the ways of men and
women in the books at the cabin. He would act as he imagined the men in the
books would have acted were they in his place.
</p>

<p>
Again he rose and went into the trees, but first he tried to explain by means
of signs that he would return shortly, and he did so well that Jane understood
and was not afraid when he had gone.
</p>

<p>
Only a feeling of loneliness came over her and she watched the point where he
had disappeared, with longing eyes, awaiting his return. As before, she was
appraised of his presence by a soft sound behind her, and turned to see him
coming across the turf with a great armful of branches.
</p>

<p>
Then he went back again into the jungle and in a few minutes reappeared with a
quantity of soft grasses and ferns.
</p>

<p>
Two more trips he made until he had quite a pile of material at hand.
</p>

<p>
Then he spread the ferns and grasses upon the ground in a soft flat bed, and
above it leaned many branches together so that they met a few feet over its
center. Upon these he spread layers of huge leaves of the great
elephant&rsquo;s ear, and with more branches and more leaves he closed one end
of the little shelter he had built.
</p>

<p>
Then they sat down together again upon the edge of the drum and tried to talk
by signs.
</p>

<p>
The magnificent diamond locket which hung about Tarzan&rsquo;s neck, had been a
source of much wonderment to Jane. She pointed to it now, and Tarzan removed it
and handed the pretty bauble to her.
</p>

<p>
She saw that it was the work of a skilled artisan and that the diamonds were of
great brilliancy and superbly set, but the cutting of them denoted that they
were of a former day. She noticed too that the locket opened, and, pressing the
hidden clasp, she saw the two halves spring apart to reveal in either section
an ivory miniature.
</p>

<p>
One was of a beautiful woman and the other might have been a likeness of the
man who sat beside her, except for a subtle difference of expression that was
scarcely definable.
</p>

<p>
She looked up at Tarzan to find him leaning toward her gazing on the miniatures
with an expression of astonishment. He reached out his hand for the locket and
took it away from her, examining the likenesses within with unmistakable signs
of surprise and new interest. His manner clearly denoted that he had never
before seen them, nor imagined that the locket opened.
</p>

<p>
This fact caused Jane to indulge in further speculation, and it taxed her
imagination to picture how this beautiful ornament came into the possession of
a wild and savage creature of the unexplored jungles of Africa.
</p>

<p>
Still more wonderful was how it contained the likeness of one who might be a
brother, or, more likely, the father of this woodland demi-god who was even
ignorant of the fact that the locket opened.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was still gazing with fixity at the two faces. Presently he removed the
quiver from his shoulder, and emptying the arrows upon the ground reached into
the bottom of the bag-like receptacle and drew forth a flat object wrapped in
many soft leaves and tied with bits of long grass.
</p>

<p>
Carefully he unwrapped it, removing layer after layer of leaves until at length
he held a photograph in his hand.
</p>

<p>
Pointing to the miniature of the man within the locket he handed the photograph
to Jane, holding the open locket beside it.
</p>

<p>
The photograph only served to puzzle the girl still more, for it was evidently
another likeness of the same man whose picture rested in the locket beside that
of the beautiful young woman.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan was looking at her with an expression of puzzled bewilderment in his
eyes as she glanced up at him. He seemed to be framing a question with his
lips.
</p>

<p>
The girl pointed to the photograph and then to the miniature and then to him,
as though to indicate that she thought the likenesses were of him, but he only
shook his head, and then shrugging his great shoulders, he took the photograph
from her and having carefully rewrapped it, placed it again in the bottom of
his quiver.
</p>

<p>
For a few moments he sat in silence, his eyes bent upon the ground, while Jane
held the little locket in her hand, turning it over and over in an endeavor to
find some further clue that might lead to the identity of its original owner.
</p>

<p>
At length a simple explanation occurred to her.
</p>

<p>
The locket had belonged to Lord Greystoke, and the likenesses were of himself
and Lady Alice.
</p>

<p>
This wild creature had simply found it in the cabin by the beach. How stupid of
her not to have thought of that solution before.
</p>

<p>
But to account for the strange likeness between Lord Greystoke and this forest
god&mdash;that was quite beyond her, and it is not strange that she could not
imagine that this naked savage was indeed an English nobleman.
</p>

<p>
At length Tarzan looked up to watch the girl as she examined the locket. He
could not fathom the meaning of the faces within, but he could read the
interest and fascination upon the face of the live young creature by his side.
</p>

<p>
She noticed that he was watching her and thinking that he wished his ornament
again she held it out to him. He took it from her and taking the chain in his
two hands he placed it about her neck, smiling at her expression of surprise at
his unexpected gift.
</p>

<p>
Jane shook her head vehemently and would have removed the golden links from
about her throat, but Tarzan would not let her. Taking her hands in his, when
she insisted upon it, he held them tightly to prevent her.
</p>

<p>
At last she desisted and with a little laugh raised the locket to her lips.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan did not know precisely what she meant, but he guessed correctly that it
was her way of acknowledging the gift, and so he rose, and taking the locket in
his hand, stooped gravely like some courtier of old, and pressed his lips upon
it where hers had rested.
</p>

<p>
It was a stately and gallant little compliment performed with the grace and
dignity of utter unconsciousness of self. It was the hall-mark of his
aristocratic birth, the natural outcropping of many generations of fine
breeding, an hereditary instinct of graciousness which a lifetime of uncouth
and savage training and environment could not eradicate.
</p>

<p>
It was growing dark now, and so they ate again of the fruit which was both food
and drink for them; then Tarzan rose, and leading Jane to the little bower he
had erected, motioned her to go within.
</p>

<p>
For the first time in hours a feeling of fear swept over her, and Tarzan felt
her draw away as though shrinking from him.
</p>

<p>
Contact with this girl for half a day had left a very different Tarzan from the
one on whom the morning&rsquo;s sun had risen.
</p>

<p>
Now, in every fiber of his being, heredity spoke louder than training.
</p>

<p>
He had not in one swift transition become a polished gentleman from a savage
ape-man, but at last the instincts of the former predominated, and over all was
the desire to please the woman he loved, and to appear well in her eyes.
</p>

<p>
So Tarzan of the Apes did the only thing he knew to assure Jane of her safety.
He removed his hunting knife from its sheath and handed it to her hilt first,
again motioning her into the bower.
</p>

<p>
The girl understood, and taking the long knife she entered and lay down upon
the soft grasses while Tarzan of the Apes stretched himself upon the ground
across the entrance.
</p>

<p>
And thus the rising sun found them in the morning.
</p>

<p>
When Jane awoke, she did not at first recall the strange events of the
preceding day, and so she wondered at her odd surroundings&mdash;the little
leafy bower, the soft grasses of her bed, the unfamiliar prospect from the
opening at her feet.
</p>

<p>
Slowly the circumstances of her position crept one by one into her mind. And
then a great wonderment arose in her heart&mdash;a mighty wave of thankfulness
and gratitude that though she had been in such terrible danger, yet she was
unharmed.
</p>

<p>
She moved to the entrance of the shelter to look for Tarzan. He was gone; but
this time no fear assailed her for she knew that he would return.
</p>

<p>
In the grass at the entrance to her bower she saw the imprint of his body where
he had lain all night to guard her. She knew that the fact that he had been
there was all that had permitted her to sleep in such peaceful security.
</p>

<p>
With him near, who could entertain fear? She wondered if there was another man
on earth with whom a girl could feel so safe in the heart of this savage
African jungle. Even the lions and panthers had no fears for her now.
</p>

<p>
She looked up to see his lithe form drop softly from a near-by tree. As he
caught her eyes upon him his face lighted with that frank and radiant smile
that had won her confidence the day before.
</p>

<p>
As he approached her Jane&rsquo;s heart beat faster and her eyes brightened as
they had never done before at the approach of any man.
</p>

<p>
He had again been gathering fruit and this he laid at the entrance of her
bower. Once more they sat down together to eat.
</p>

<p>
Jane commenced to wonder what his plans were. Would he take her back to the
beach or would he keep her here? Suddenly she realized that the matter did not
seem to give her much concern. Could it be that she did not care!
</p>

<p>
She began to comprehend, also, that she was entirely contented sitting here by
the side of this smiling giant eating delicious fruit in a sylvan paradise far
within the remote depths of an African jungle&mdash;that she was contented and
very happy.
</p>

<p>
She could not understand it. Her reason told her that she should be torn by
wild anxieties, weighted by dread fears, cast down by gloomy forebodings; but
instead, her heart was singing and she was smiling into the answering face of
the man beside her.
</p>

<p>
When they had finished their breakfast Tarzan went to her bower and recovered
his knife. The girl had entirely forgotten it. She realized that it was because
she had forgotten the fear that prompted her to accept it.
</p>

<p>
Motioning her to follow, Tarzan walked toward the trees at the edge of the
arena, and taking her in one strong arm swung to the branches above.
</p>

<p>
The girl knew that he was taking her back to her people, and she could not
understand the sudden feeling of loneliness and sorrow which crept over her.
</p>

<p>
For hours they swung slowly along.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan of the Apes did not hurry. He tried to draw out the sweet pleasure of
that journey with those dear arms about his neck as long as possible, and so he
went far south of the direct route to the beach.
</p>

<p>
Several times they halted for brief rests, which Tarzan did not need, and at
noon they stopped for an hour at a little brook, where they quenched their
thirst, and ate.
</p>

<p>
So it was nearly sunset when they came to the clearing, and Tarzan, dropping to
the ground beside a great tree, parted the tall jungle grass and pointed out
the little cabin to her.
</p>

<p>
She took him by the hand to lead him to it, that she might tell her father that
this man had saved her from death and worse than death, that he had watched
over her as carefully as a mother might have done.
</p>

<p>
But again the timidity of the wild thing in the face of human habitation swept
over Tarzan of the Apes. He drew back, shaking his head.
</p>

<p>
The girl came close to him, looking up with pleading eyes. Somehow she could
not bear the thought of his going back into the terrible jungle alone.
</p>

<p>
Still he shook his head, and finally he drew her to him very gently and stooped
to kiss her, but first he looked into her eyes and waited to learn if she were
pleased, or if she would repulse him.
</p>

<p>
Just an instant the girl hesitated, and then she realized the truth, and
throwing her arms about his neck she drew his face to hers and kissed
him&mdash;unashamed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I love you&mdash;I love you,&rdquo; she murmured.
</p>

<p>
From far in the distance came the faint sound of many guns. Tarzan and Jane
raised their heads.
</p>

<p>
From the cabin came Mr. Philander and Esmeralda.
</p>

<p>
From where Tarzan and the girl stood they could not see the two vessels lying
at anchor in the harbor.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan pointed toward the sounds, touched his breast and pointed again. She
understood. He was going, and something told her that it was because he thought
her people were in danger.
</p>

<p>
Again he kissed her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come back to me,&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;I shall wait for
you&mdash;always.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He was gone&mdash;and Jane turned to walk across the clearing to the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander was the first to see her. It was dusk and Mr. Philander was very
near sighted.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Quickly, Esmeralda!&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;Let us seek safety within;
it is a lioness. Bless me!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda did not bother to verify Mr. Philander&rsquo;s vision. His tone was
enough. She was within the cabin and had slammed and bolted the door before he
had finished pronouncing her name. The &ldquo;Bless me&rdquo; was startled out
of Mr. Philander by the discovery that Esmeralda, in the exuberance of her
haste, had fastened him upon the same side of the door as was the
close-approaching lioness.
</p>

<p>
He beat furiously upon the heavy portal.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Esmeralda! Esmeralda!&rdquo; he shrieked. &ldquo;Let me in. I am being
devoured by a lion.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Esmeralda thought that the noise upon the door was made by the lioness in her
attempts to pursue her, so, after her custom, she fainted.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander cast a frightened glance behind him.
</p>

<p>
Horrors! The thing was quite close now. He tried to scramble up the side of the
cabin, and succeeded in catching a fleeting hold upon the thatched roof.
</p>

<p>
For a moment he hung there, clawing with his feet like a cat on a clothesline,
but presently a piece of the thatch came away, and Mr. Philander, preceding it,
was precipitated upon his back.
</p>

<p>
At the instant he fell a remarkable item of natural history leaped to his mind.
If one feigns death lions and lionesses are supposed to ignore one, according
to Mr. Philander&rsquo;s faulty memory.
</p>

<p>
So Mr. Philander lay as he had fallen, frozen into the horrid semblance of
death. As his arms and legs had been extended stiffly upward as he came to
earth upon his back the attitude of death was anything but impressive.
</p>

<p>
Jane had been watching his antics in mild-eyed surprise. Now she
laughed&mdash;a little choking gurgle of a laugh; but it was enough. Mr.
Philander rolled over upon his side and peered about. At length he discovered
her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Jane!&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;Jane Porter. Bless me!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward her. He could not believe that it
was she, and alive.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me!&rdquo; Where did you come from? Where in the world have you
been? How&mdash;&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Mercy, Mr. Philander,&rdquo; interrupted the girl, &ldquo;I can never
remember so many questions.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well, well,&rdquo; said Mr. Philander. &ldquo;Bless me! I am so filled
with surprise and exuberant delight at seeing you safe and well again that I
scarcely know what I am saying, really. But come, tell me all that has happened
to you.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap21"></a>CHAPTER XXI.<br >
The Village of Torture</h2>

<p>
As the little expedition of sailors toiled through the dense jungle searching
for signs of Jane Porter, the futility of their venture became more and more
apparent, but the grief of the old man and the hopeless eyes of the young
Englishman prevented the kind hearted D&rsquo;Arnot from turning back.
</p>

<p>
He thought that there might be a bare possibility of finding her body, or the
remains of it, for he was positive that she had been devoured by some beast of
prey. He deployed his men into a skirmish line from the point where Esmeralda
had been found, and in this extended formation they pushed their way, sweating
and panting, through the tangled vines and creepers. It was slow work. Noon
found them but a few miles inland. They halted for a brief rest then, and after
pushing on for a short distance further one of the men discovered a well-marked
trail.
</p>

<p>
It was an old elephant track, and D&rsquo;Arnot after consulting with Professor
Porter and Clayton decided to follow it.
</p>

<p>
The path wound through the jungle in a northeasterly direction, and along it
the column moved in single file.
</p>

<p>
Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot was in the lead and moving at a quick pace, for the
trail was comparatively open. Immediately behind him came Professor Porter, but
as he could not keep pace with the younger man D&rsquo;Arnot was a hundred
yards in advance when suddenly a half dozen black warriors arose about him.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot gave a warning shout to his column as the blacks closed on him,
but before he could draw his revolver he had been pinioned and dragged into the
jungle.
</p>

<p>
His cry had alarmed the sailors and a dozen of them sprang forward past
Professor Porter, running up the trail to their officer&rsquo;s aid.
</p>

<p>
They did not know the cause of his outcry, only that it was a warning of danger
ahead. They had rushed past the spot where D&rsquo;Arnot had been seized when a
spear hurled from the jungle transfixed one of the men, and then a volley of
arrows fell among them.
</p>

<p>
Raising their rifles they fired into the underbrush in the direction from which
the missiles had come.
</p>

<p>
By this time the balance of the party had come up, and volley after volley was
fired toward the concealed foe. It was these shots that Tarzan and Jane Porter
had heard.
</p>

<p>
Lieutenant Charpentier, who had been bringing up the rear of the column, now
came running to the scene, and on hearing the details of the ambush ordered the
men to follow him, and plunged into the tangled vegetation.
</p>

<p>
In an instant they were in a hand-to-hand fight with some fifty black warriors
of Mbonga&rsquo;s village. Arrows and bullets flew thick and fast.
</p>

<p>
Queer African knives and French gun butts mingled for a moment in savage and
bloody duels, but soon the natives fled into the jungle, leaving the Frenchmen
to count their losses.
</p>

<p>
Four of the twenty were dead, a dozen others were wounded, and Lieutenant
D&rsquo;Arnot was missing. Night was falling rapidly, and their predicament was
rendered doubly worse when they could not even find the elephant trail which
they had been following.
</p>

<p>
There was but one thing to do, make camp where they were until daylight.
Lieutenant Charpentier ordered a clearing made and a circular abatis of
underbrush constructed about the camp.
</p>

<p>
This work was not completed until long after dark, the men building a huge fire
in the center of the clearing to give them light to work by.
</p>

<p>
When all was safe as possible against attack of wild beasts and savage men,
Lieutenant Charpentier placed sentries about the little camp and the tired and
hungry men threw themselves upon the ground to sleep.
</p>

<p>
The groans of the wounded, mingled with the roaring and growling of the great
beasts which the noise and firelight had attracted, kept sleep, except in its
most fitful form, from the tired eyes. It was a sad and hungry party that lay
through the long night praying for dawn.
</p>

<p>
The blacks who had seized D&rsquo;Arnot had not waited to participate in the
fight which followed, but instead had dragged their prisoner a little way
through the jungle and then struck the trail further on beyond the scene of the
fighting in which their fellows were engaged.
</p>

<p>
They hurried him along, the sounds of battle growing fainter and fainter as
they drew away from the contestants until there suddenly broke upon
D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s vision a good-sized clearing at one end of which stood a
thatched and palisaded village.
</p>

<p>
It was now dusk, but the watchers at the gate saw the approaching trio and
distinguished one as a prisoner ere they reached the portals.
</p>

<p>
A cry went up within the palisade. A great throng of women and children rushed
out to meet the party.
</p>

<p>
And then began for the French officer the most terrifying experience which man
can encounter upon earth&mdash;the reception of a white prisoner into a village
of African cannibals.
</p>

<p>
To add to the fiendishness of their cruel savagery was the poignant memory of
still crueler barbarities practiced upon them and theirs by the white officers
of that arch hypocrite, Leopold II of Belgium, because of whose atrocities they
had fled the Congo Free State&mdash;a pitiful remnant of what once had been a
mighty tribe.
</p>

<p>
They fell upon D&rsquo;Arnot tooth and nail, beating him with sticks and stones
and tearing at him with claw-like hands. Every vestige of clothing was torn
from him, and the merciless blows fell upon his bare and quivering flesh. But
not once did the Frenchman cry out in pain. He breathed a silent prayer that he
be quickly delivered from his torture.
</p>

<p>
But the death he prayed for was not to be so easily had. Soon the warriors beat
the women away from their prisoner. He was to be saved for nobler sport than
this, and the first wave of their passion having subsided they contented
themselves with crying out taunts and insults and spitting upon him.
</p>

<p>
Presently they reached the center of the village. There D&rsquo;Arnot was bound
securely to the great post from which no live man had ever been released.
</p>

<p>
A number of the women scattered to their several huts to fetch pots and water,
while others built a row of fires on which portions of the feast were to be
boiled while the balance would be slowly dried in strips for future use, as
they expected the other warriors to return with many prisoners. The festivities
were delayed awaiting the return of the warriors who had remained to engage in
the skirmish with the white men, so that it was quite late when all were in the
village, and the dance of death commenced to circle around the doomed officer.
</p>

<p>
Half fainting from pain and exhaustion, D&rsquo;Arnot watched from beneath
half-closed lids what seemed but the vagary of delirium, or some horrid
nightmare from which he must soon awake.
</p>

<p>
The bestial faces, daubed with color&mdash;the huge mouths and flabby hanging
lips&mdash;the yellow teeth, sharp filed&mdash;the rolling, demon
eyes&mdash;the shining naked bodies&mdash;the cruel spears. Surely no such
creatures really existed upon earth&mdash;he must indeed be dreaming.
</p>

<p>
The savage, whirling bodies circled nearer. Now a spear sprang forth and
touched his arm. The sharp pain and the feel of hot, trickling blood assured
him of the awful reality of his hopeless position.
</p>

<p>
Another spear and then another touched him. He closed his eyes and held his
teeth firm set&mdash;he would not cry out.
</p>

<p>
He was a soldier of France, and he would teach these beasts how an officer and
a gentleman died.
</p>

<p class="p2">
Tarzan of the Apes needed no interpreter to translate the story of those
distant shots. With Jane Porter&rsquo;s kisses still warm upon his lips he was
swinging with incredible rapidity through the forest trees straight toward the
village of Mbonga.
</p>

<p>
He was not interested in the location of the encounter, for he judged that that
would soon be over. Those who were killed he could not aid, those who escaped
would not need his assistance.
</p>

<p>
It was to those who had neither been killed or escaped that he hastened. And he
knew that he would find them by the great post in the center of Mbonga village.
</p>

<p>
Many times had Tarzan seen Mbonga&rsquo;s black raiding parties return from the
northward with prisoners, and always were the same scenes enacted about that
grim stake, beneath the flaring light of many fires.
</p>

<p>
He knew, too, that they seldom lost much time before consummating the fiendish
purpose of their captures. He doubted that he would arrive in time to do more
than avenge.
</p>

<p>
On he sped. Night had fallen and he traveled high along the upper terrace where
the gorgeous tropic moon lighted the dizzy pathway through the gently
undulating branches of the tree tops.
</p>

<p>
Presently he caught the reflection of a distant blaze. It lay to the right of
his path. It must be the light from the camp fire the two men had built before
they were attacked&mdash;Tarzan knew nothing of the presence of the sailors.
</p>

<p>
So sure was Tarzan of his jungle knowledge that he did not turn from his
course, but passed the glare at a distance of a half mile. It was the camp fire
of the Frenchmen.
</p>

<p>
In a few minutes more Tarzan swung into the trees above Mbonga&rsquo;s village.
Ah, he was not quite too late! Or, was he? He could not tell. The figure at the
stake was very still, yet the black warriors were but pricking it.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan knew their customs. The death blow had not been struck. He could tell
almost to a minute how far the dance had gone.
</p>

<p>
In another instant Mbonga&rsquo;s knife would sever one of the victim&rsquo;s
ears&mdash;that would mark the beginning of the end, for very shortly after
only a writhing mass of mutilated flesh would remain.
</p>

<p>
There would still be life in it, but death then would be the only charity it
craved.
</p>

<p>
The stake stood forty feet from the nearest tree. Tarzan coiled his rope. Then
there rose suddenly above the fiendish cries of the dancing demons the awful
challenge of the ape-man.
</p>

<p>
The dancers halted as though turned to stone.
</p>

<p>
The rope sped with singing whir high above the heads of the blacks. It was
quite invisible in the flaring lights of the camp fires.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot opened his eyes. A huge black, standing directly before him,
lunged backward as though felled by an invisible hand.
</p>

<p>
Struggling and shrieking, his body, rolling from side to side, moved quickly
toward the shadows beneath the trees.
</p>

<p>
The blacks, their eyes protruding in horror, watched spellbound.
</p>

<p>
Once beneath the trees, the body rose straight into the air, and as it
disappeared into the foliage above, the terrified negroes, screaming with
fright, broke into a mad race for the village gate.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot was left alone.
</p>

<p>
He was a brave man, but he had felt the short hairs bristle upon the nape of
his neck when that uncanny cry rose upon the air.
</p>

<p>
As the writhing body of the black soared, as though by unearthly power, into
the dense foliage of the forest, D&rsquo;Arnot felt an icy shiver run along his
spine, as though death had risen from a dark grave and laid a cold and clammy
finger on his flesh.
</p>

<p>
As D&rsquo;Arnot watched the spot where the body had entered the tree he heard
the sounds of movement there.
</p>

<p>
The branches swayed as though under the weight of a man&rsquo;s
body&mdash;there was a crash and the black came sprawling to earth
again,&mdash;to lie very quietly where he had fallen.
</p>

<p>
Immediately after him came a white body, but this one alighted erect.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot saw a clean-limbed young giant emerge from the shadows into the
firelight and come quickly toward him.
</p>

<p>
What could it mean? Who could it be? Some new creature of torture and
destruction, doubtless.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot waited. His eyes never left the face of the advancing man. Nor
did the other&rsquo;s frank, clear eyes waver beneath D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s
fixed gaze.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot was reassured, but still without much hope, though he felt that
that face could not mask a cruel heart.
</p>

<p>
Without a word Tarzan of the Apes cut the bonds which held the Frenchman. Weak
from suffering and loss of blood, he would have fallen but for the strong arm
that caught him.
</p>

<p>
He felt himself lifted from the ground. There was a sensation as of flying, and
then he lost consciousness.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap22"></a>CHAPTER XXII.<br >
The Search Party</h2>

<p>
When dawn broke upon the little camp of Frenchmen in the heart of the jungle it
found a sad and disheartened group.
</p>

<p>
As soon as it was light enough to see their surroundings Lieutenant Charpentier
sent men in groups of three in several directions to locate the trail, and in
ten minutes it was found and the expedition was hurrying back toward the beach.
</p>

<p>
It was slow work, for they bore the bodies of six dead men, two more having
succumbed during the night, and several of those who were wounded required
support to move even very slowly.
</p>

<p>
Charpentier had decided to return to camp for reinforcements, and then make an
attempt to track down the natives and rescue D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
It was late in the afternoon when the exhausted men reached the clearing by the
beach, but for two of them the return brought so great a happiness that all
their suffering and heartbreaking grief was forgotten on the instant.
</p>

<p>
As the little party emerged from the jungle the first person that Professor
Porter and Cecil Clayton saw was Jane, standing by the cabin door.
</p>

<p>
With a little cry of joy and relief she ran forward to greet them, throwing her
arms about her father&rsquo;s neck and bursting into tears for the first time
since they had been cast upon this hideous and adventurous shore.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter strove manfully to suppress his own emotions, but the strain
upon his nerves and weakened vitality were too much for him, and at length,
burying his old face in the girl&rsquo;s shoulder, he sobbed quietly like a
tired child.
</p>

<p>
Jane led him toward the cabin, and the Frenchmen turned toward the beach from
which several of their fellows were advancing to meet them.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, wishing to leave father and daughter alone, joined the sailors and
remained talking with the officers until their boat pulled away toward the
cruiser whither Lieutenant Charpentier was bound to report the unhappy outcome
of his adventure.
</p>

<p>
Then Clayton turned back slowly toward the cabin. His heart was filled with
happiness. The woman he loved was safe.
</p>

<p>
He wondered by what manner of miracle she had been spared. To see her alive
seemed almost unbelievable.
</p>

<p>
As he approached the cabin he saw Jane coming out. When she saw him she hurried
forward to meet him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Jane!&rdquo; he cried, &ldquo;God has been good to us, indeed. Tell me
how you escaped&mdash;what form Providence took to save you
for&mdash;us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He had never before called her by her given name. Forty-eight hours before it
would have suffused Jane with a soft glow of pleasure to have heard that name
from Clayton&rsquo;s lips&mdash;now it frightened her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Mr. Clayton,&rdquo; she said quietly, extending her hand, &ldquo;first
let me thank you for your chivalrous loyalty to my dear father. He has told me
how noble and self-sacrificing you have been. How can we repay you!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton noticed that she did not return his familiar salutation, but he felt no
misgivings on that score. She had been through so much. This was no time to
force his love upon her, he quickly realized.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am already repaid,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Just to see you and
Professor Porter both safe, well, and together again. I do not think that I
could much longer have endured the pathos of his quiet and uncomplaining grief.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It was the saddest experience of my life, Miss Porter; and then, added
to it, there was my own grief&mdash;the greatest I have ever known. But his was
so hopeless&mdash;his was pitiful. It taught me that no love, not even that of
a man for his wife may be so deep and terrible and self-sacrificing as the love
of a father for his daughter.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The girl bowed her head. There was a question she wanted to ask, but it seemed
almost sacrilegious in the face of the love of these two men and the terrible
suffering they had endured while she sat laughing and happy beside a godlike
creature of the forest, eating delicious fruits and looking with eyes of love
into answering eyes.
</p>

<p>
But love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger, so she asked
her question.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where is the forest man who went to rescue you? Why did he not
return?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not understand,&rdquo; said Clayton. &ldquo;Whom do you
mean?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He who has saved each of us&mdash;who saved me from the gorilla.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; cried Clayton, in surprise. &ldquo;It was he who rescued you?
You have not told me anything of your adventure, you know.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But the wood man,&rdquo; she urged. &ldquo;Have you not seen him? When
we heard the shots in the jungle, very faint and far away, he left me. We had
just reached the clearing, and he hurried off in the direction of the fighting.
I know he went to aid you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Her tone was almost pleading&mdash;her manner tense with suppressed emotion.
Clayton could not but notice it, and he wondered, vaguely, why she was so
deeply moved&mdash;so anxious to know the whereabouts of this strange creature.
</p>

<p>
Yet a feeling of apprehension of some impending sorrow haunted him, and in his
breast, unknown to himself, was implanted the first germ of jealousy and
suspicion of the ape-man, to whom he owed his life.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We did not see him,&rdquo; he replied quietly. &ldquo;He did not join
us.&rdquo; And then after a moment of thoughtful pause: &ldquo;Possibly he
joined his own tribe&mdash;the men who attacked us.&rdquo; He did not know why
he had said it, for he did not believe it.
</p>

<p>
The girl looked at him wide eyed for a moment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No!&rdquo; she exclaimed vehemently, much too vehemently he thought.
&ldquo;It could not be. They were savages.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton looked puzzled.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He is a strange, half-savage creature of the jungle, Miss Porter. We
know nothing of him. He neither speaks nor understands any European
tongue&mdash;and his ornaments and weapons are those of the West Coast
savages.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton was speaking rapidly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There are no other human beings than savages within hundreds of miles,
Miss Porter. He must belong to the tribes which attacked us, or to some other
equally savage&mdash;he may even be a cannibal.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane blanched.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I will not believe it,&rdquo; she half whispered. &ldquo;It is not true.
You shall see,&rdquo; she said, addressing Clayton, &ldquo;that he will come
back and that he will prove that you are wrong. You do not know him as I do. I
tell you that he is a gentleman.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton was a generous and chivalrous man, but something in the girl&rsquo;s
breathless defense of the forest man stirred him to unreasoning jealousy, so
that for the instant he forgot all that they owed to this wild demi-god, and he
answered her with a half sneer upon his lip.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Possibly you are right, Miss Porter,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;but I do not
think that any of us need worry about our carrion-eating acquaintance. The
chances are that he is some half-demented castaway who will forget us more
quickly, but no more surely, than we shall forget him. He is only a beast of
the jungle, Miss Porter.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The girl did not answer, but she felt her heart shrivel within her.
</p>

<p>
She knew that Clayton spoke merely what he thought, and for the first time she
began to analyze the structure which supported her newfound love, and to
subject its object to a critical examination.
</p>

<p>
Slowly she turned and walked back to the cabin. She tried to imagine her
wood-god by her side in the saloon of an ocean liner. She saw him eating with
his hands, tearing his food like a beast of prey, and wiping his greasy fingers
upon his thighs. She shuddered.
</p>

<p>
She saw him as she introduced him to her friends&mdash;uncouth,
illiterate&mdash;a boor; and the girl winced.
</p>

<p>
She had reached her room now, and as she sat upon the edge of her bed of ferns
and grasses, with one hand resting upon her rising and falling bosom, she felt
the hard outlines of the man&rsquo;s locket.
</p>

<p>
She drew it out, holding it in the palm of her hand for a moment with
tear-blurred eyes bent upon it. Then she raised it to her lips, and crushing it
there buried her face in the soft ferns, sobbing.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Beast?&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;Then God make me a beast; for, man or
beast, I am yours.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She did not see Clayton again that day. Esmeralda brought her supper to her,
and she sent word to her father that she was suffering from the reaction
following her adventure.
</p>

<p>
The next morning Clayton left early with the relief expedition in search of
Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot. There were two hundred armed men this time, with ten
officers and two surgeons, and provisions for a week.
</p>

<p>
They carried bedding and hammocks, the latter for transporting their sick and
wounded.
</p>

<p>
It was a determined and angry company&mdash;a punitive expedition as well as
one of relief. They reached the site of the skirmish of the previous expedition
shortly after noon, for they were now traveling a known trail and no time was
lost in exploring.
</p>

<p>
From there on the elephant-track led straight to Mbonga&rsquo;s village. It was
but two o&rsquo;clock when the head of the column halted upon the edge of the
clearing.
</p>

<p>
Lieutenant Charpentier, who was in command, immediately sent a portion of his
force through the jungle to the opposite side of the village. Another
detachment was dispatched to a point before the village gate, while he remained
with the balance upon the south side of the clearing.
</p>

<p>
It was arranged that the party which was to take its position to the north, and
which would be the last to gain its station should commence the assault, and
that their opening volley should be the signal for a concerted rush from all
sides in an attempt to carry the village by storm at the first charge.
</p>

<p>
For half an hour the men with Lieutenant Charpentier crouched in the dense
foliage of the jungle, waiting the signal. To them it seemed like hours. They
could see natives in the fields, and others moving in and out of the village
gate.
</p>

<p>
At length the signal came&mdash;a sharp rattle of musketry, and like one man,
an answering volley tore from the jungle to the west and to the south.
</p>

<p>
The natives in the field dropped their implements and broke madly for the
palisade. The French bullets mowed them down, and the French sailors bounded
over their prostrate bodies straight for the village gate.
</p>

<p>
So sudden and unexpected the assault had been that the whites reached the gates
before the frightened natives could bar them, and in another minute the village
street was filled with armed men fighting hand to hand in an inextricable
tangle.
</p>

<p>
For a few moments the blacks held their ground within the entrance to the
street, but the revolvers, rifles and cutlasses of the Frenchmen crumpled the
native spearmen and struck down the black archers with their bows halfdrawn.
</p>

<p>
Soon the battle turned to a wild rout, and then to a grim massacre; for the
French sailors had seen bits of D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s uniform upon several of
the black warriors who opposed them.
</p>

<p>
They spared the children and those of the women whom they were not forced to
kill in self-defense, but when at length they stopped, parting, blood covered
and sweating, it was because there lived to oppose them no single warrior of
all the savage village of Mbonga.
</p>

<p>
Carefully they ransacked every hut and corner of the village, but no sign of
D&rsquo;Arnot could they find. They questioned the prisoners by signs, and
finally one of the sailors who had served in the French Congo found that he
could make them understand the bastard tongue that passes for language between
the whites and the more degraded tribes of the coast, but even then they could
learn nothing definite regarding the fate of D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
Only excited gestures and expressions of fear could they obtain in response to
their inquiries concerning their fellow; and at last they became convinced that
these were but evidences of the guilt of these demons who had slaughtered and
eaten their comrade two nights before.
</p>

<p>
At length all hope left them, and they prepared to camp for the night within
the village. The prisoners were herded into three huts where they were heavily
guarded. Sentries were posted at the barred gates, and finally the village was
wrapped in the silence of slumber, except for the wailing of the native women
for their dead.
</p>

<p class="p2">
The next morning they set out upon the return march. Their original intention
had been to burn the village, but this idea was abandoned and the prisoners
were left behind, weeping and moaning, but with roofs to cover them and a
palisade for refuge from the beasts of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Slowly the expedition retraced its steps of the preceding day. Ten loaded
hammocks retarded its pace. In eight of them lay the more seriously wounded,
while two swung beneath the weight of the dead.
</p>

<p>
Clayton and Lieutenant Charpentier brought up the rear of the column; the
Englishman silent in respect for the other&rsquo;s grief, for D&rsquo;Arnot and
Charpentier had been inseparable friends since boyhood.
</p>

<p>
Clayton could not but realize that the Frenchman felt his grief the more keenly
because D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s sacrifice had been so futile, since Jane had been
rescued before D&rsquo;Arnot had fallen into the hands of the savages, and
again because the service in which he had lost his life had been outside his
duty and for strangers and aliens; but when he spoke of it to Lieutenant
Charpentier, the latter shook his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, Monsieur,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;D&rsquo;Arnot would have chosen to
die thus. I only grieve that I could not have died for him, or at least with
him. I wish that you could have known him better, Monsieur. He was indeed an
officer and a gentleman&mdash;a title conferred on many, but deserved by so
few.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He did not die futilely, for his death in the cause of a strange
American girl will make us, his comrades, face our ends the more bravely,
however they may come to us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen which
remained undimmed ever after.
</p>

<p>
It was quite late when they reached the cabin by the beach. A single shot
before they emerged from the jungle had announced to those in camp as well as
on the ship that the expedition had been too late&mdash;for it had been
prearranged that when they came within a mile or two of camp one shot was to be
fired to denote failure, or three for success, while two would have indicated
that they had found no sign of either D&rsquo;Arnot or his black captors.
</p>

<p>
So it was a solemn party that awaited their coming, and few words were spoken
as the dead and wounded men were tenderly placed in boats and rowed silently
toward the cruiser.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, exhausted from his five days of laborious marching through the jungle
and from the effects of his two battles with the blacks, turned toward the
cabin to seek a mouthful of food and then the comparative ease of his bed of
grasses after two nights in the jungle.
</p>

<p>
By the cabin door stood Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The poor lieutenant?&rdquo; she asked. &ldquo;Did you find no trace of
him?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We were too late, Miss Porter,&rdquo; he replied sadly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tell me. What had happened?&rdquo; she asked.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I cannot, Miss Porter, it is too horrible.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not mean that they had tortured him?&rdquo; she whispered.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We do not know what they did to him <i>before</i> they killed him,&rdquo; he
answered, his face drawn with fatigue and the sorrow he felt for poor
D&rsquo;Arnot and he emphasized the word before.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Before</i> they killed him! What do you mean? They are not&mdash;? They are
not&mdash;?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She was thinking of what Clayton had said of the forest man&rsquo;s probable
relationship to this tribe and she could not frame the awful word.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, Miss Porter, they were&mdash;cannibals,&rdquo; he said, almost
bitterly, for to him too had suddenly come the thought of the forest man, and
the strange, unaccountable jealousy he had felt two days before swept over him
once more.
</p>

<p>
And then in sudden brutality that was as unlike Clayton as courteous
consideration is unlike an ape, he blurted out:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;When your forest god left you he was doubtless hurrying to the
feast.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He was sorry ere the words were spoken though he did not know how cruelly they
had cut the girl. His regret was for his baseless disloyalty to one who had
saved the lives of every member of his party, and offered harm to none.
</p>

<p>
The girl&rsquo;s head went high.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr.
Clayton,&rdquo; she said icily, &ldquo;and I regret that I am not a man, that I
might make it.&rdquo; She turned quickly and entered the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Clayton was an Englishman, so the girl had passed quite out of sight before he
deduced what reply a man would have made.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Upon my word,&rdquo; he said ruefully, &ldquo;she called me a liar. And
I fancy I jolly well deserved it,&rdquo; he added thoughtfully. &ldquo;Clayton,
my boy, I know you are tired out and unstrung, but that&rsquo;s no reason why
you should make an ass of yourself. You&rsquo;d better go to bed.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But before he did so he called gently to Jane upon the opposite side of the
sailcloth partition, for he wished to apologize, but he might as well have
addressed the Sphinx. Then he wrote upon a piece of paper and shoved it beneath
the partition.
</p>

<p>
Jane saw the little note and ignored it, for she was very angry and hurt and
mortified, but&mdash;she was a woman, and so eventually she picked it up and
read it.
</p>

<p class="letter">
MY DEAR MISS PORTER:
</p>

<p>
I had no reason to insinuate what I did. My only excuse is that my nerves must
be unstrung&mdash;which is no excuse at all.
</p>

<p>
Please try and think that I did not say it. I am very sorry. I would not have
hurt <i>you</i>, above all others in the world. Say that you forgive me.
</p>

<p class="right">
WM. CECIL CLAYTON.
</p>


<p>
&ldquo;He did think it or he never would have said it,&rdquo; reasoned the
girl, &ldquo;but it cannot be true&mdash;oh, I know it is not true!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
One sentence in the letter frightened her: &ldquo;I would not have hurt <i>you</i>
above all others in the world.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
A week ago that sentence would have filled her with delight, now it depressed
her.
</p>

<p>
She wished she had never met Clayton. She was sorry that she had ever seen the
forest god. No, she was glad. And there was that other note she had found in
the grass before the cabin the day after her return from the jungle, the love
note signed by Tarzan of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
Who could be this new suitor? If he were another of the wild denizens of this
terrible forest what might he not do to claim her?
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Esmeralda! Wake up,&rdquo; she cried.
&ldquo;You make me so irritable, sleeping there peacefully when you know
perfectly well that the world is filled with sorrow.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Gaberelle!&rdquo; screamed Esmeralda, sitting up. &ldquo;What is it now?
A hipponocerous? Where is he, Miss Jane?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Nonsense, Esmeralda, there is nothing. Go back to sleep. You are bad
enough asleep, but you are infinitely worse awake.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes honey, but what&rsquo;s the matter with you, precious? You acts sort
of disgranulated this evening.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, Esmeralda, I&rsquo;m just plain ugly to-night,&rdquo; said the girl.
&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t pay any attention to me&mdash;that&rsquo;s a dear.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, honey; now you go right to sleep. Your nerves are all on edge. What
with all these ripotamuses and man eating geniuses that Mister Philander been
telling about&mdash;Lord, it ain&rsquo;t no wonder we all get nervous
prosecution.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane crossed the little room, laughing, and kissing the faithful woman, bid
Esmeralda good night.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap23"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.<br >
Brother Men.</h2>

<p>
When D&rsquo;Arnot regained consciousness, he found himself lying upon a bed of
soft ferns and grasses beneath a little &ldquo;A&rdquo; shaped shelter of
boughs.
</p>

<p>
At his feet an opening looked out upon a green sward, and at a little distance
beyond was the dense wall of jungle and forest.
</p>

<p>
He was very lame and sore and weak, and as full consciousness returned he felt
the sharp torture of many cruel wounds and the dull aching of every bone and
muscle in his body as a result of the hideous beating he had received.
</p>

<p>
Even the turning of his head caused him such excruciating agony that he lay
still with closed eyes for a long time.
</p>

<p>
He tried to piece out the details of his adventure prior to the time he lost
consciousness to see if they would explain his present whereabouts&mdash;he
wondered if he were among friends or foes.
</p>

<p>
At length he recollected the whole hideous scene at the stake, and finally
recalled the strange white figure in whose arms he had sunk into oblivion.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot wondered what fate lay in store for him now. He could neither see
nor hear any signs of life about him.
</p>

<p>
The incessant hum of the jungle&mdash;the rustling of millions of
leaves&mdash;the buzz of insects&mdash;the voices of the birds and monkeys
seemed blended into a strangely soothing purr, as though he lay apart, far from
the myriad life whose sounds came to him only as a blurred echo.
</p>

<p>
At length he fell into a quiet slumber, nor did he awake again until afternoon.
</p>

<p>
Once more he experienced the strange sense of utter bewilderment that had
marked his earlier awakening, but soon he recalled the recent past, and looking
through the opening at his feet he saw the figure of a man squatting on his
haunches.
</p>

<p>
The broad, muscular back was turned toward him, but, tanned though it was,
D&rsquo;Arnot saw that it was the back of a white man, and he thanked God.
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman called faintly. The man turned, and rising, came toward the
shelter. His face was very handsome&mdash;the handsomest, thought
D&rsquo;Arnot, that he had ever seen.
</p>

<p>
Stooping, he crawled into the shelter beside the wounded officer, and placed a
cool hand upon his forehead.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot spoke to him in French, but the man only shook his
head&mdash;sadly, it seemed to the Frenchman.
</p>

<p>
Then D&rsquo;Arnot tried English, but still the man shook his head. Italian,
Spanish and German brought similar discouragement.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot knew a few words of Norwegian, Russian, Greek, and also had a
smattering of the language of one of the West Coast negro tribes&mdash;the man
denied them all.
</p>

<p>
After examining D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s wounds the man left the shelter and
disappeared. In half an hour he was back with fruit and a hollow gourd-like
vegetable filled with water.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot drank and ate a little. He was surprised that he had no fever.
Again he tried to converse with his strange nurse, but the attempt was useless.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly the man hastened from the shelter only to return a few minutes later
with several pieces of bark and&mdash;wonder of wonders&mdash;a lead pencil.
</p>

<p>
Squatting beside D&rsquo;Arnot he wrote for a minute on the smooth inner
surface of the bark; then he handed it to the Frenchman.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot was astonished to see, in plain print-like characters, a message
in English:
</p>

<p class="poem">
I am Tarzan of the Apes. Who are you? Can you read this language?
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot seized the pencil&mdash;then he stopped. This strange man wrote
English&mdash;evidently he was an Englishman.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot, &ldquo;I read English. I speak it also.
Now we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you have done for
me.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The man only shook his head and pointed to the pencil and the bark.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&rdquo; cried D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;If you are English why is
it then that you cannot speak English?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And then in a flash it came to him&mdash;the man was a mute, possibly a deaf
mute.
</p>

<p>
So D&rsquo;Arnot wrote a message on the bark, in English.
</p>

<p class="letter">
I am Paul d&rsquo;Arnot, Lieutenant in the navy of France. I thank you for what
you have done for me. You have saved my life, and all that I have is yours. May
I ask how it is that one who writes English does not speak it?
</p>


<p>
Tarzan&rsquo;s reply filled D&rsquo;Arnot with still greater wonder:
</p>

<p class="letter">
I speak only the language of my tribe&mdash;the great apes who were
Kerchak&rsquo;s; and a little of the languages of Tantor, the elephant, and
Numa, the lion, and of the other folks of the jungle I understand. With a human
being I have never spoken, except once with Jane Porter, by signs. This is the
first time I have spoken with another of my kind through written words.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot was mystified. It seemed incredible that there lived upon earth a
full-grown man who had never spoken with a fellow man, and still more
preposterous that such a one could read and write.
</p>

<p>
He looked again at Tarzan&rsquo;s message&mdash;&ldquo;except once, with Jane
Porter.&rdquo; That was the American girl who had been carried into the jungle
by a gorilla.
</p>

<p>
A sudden light commenced to dawn on D&rsquo;Arnot&mdash;this then was the
&ldquo;gorilla.&rdquo; He seized the pencil and wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Where is Jane Porter?
</p>

<p>
And Tarzan replied, below:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Back with her people in the cabin of Tarzan of the Apes.<br >
    She is not dead then? Where was she? What happened to her?<br >
    She is not dead. She was taken by Terkoz to be his wife; but Tarzan of the Apes
took her away from Terkoz and killed him before he could harm her.<br >
    None in all the jungle may face Tarzan of the Apes in battle, and live. I am
Tarzan of the Apes&mdash;mighty fighter.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
I am glad she is safe. It pains me to write, I will rest a while.
</p>

<p>
And then Tarzan:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Yes, rest. When you are well I shall take you back to your people.
</p>

<p>
For many days D&rsquo;Arnot lay upon his bed of soft ferns. The second day a
fever had come and D&rsquo;Arnot thought that it meant infection and he knew
that he would die.
</p>

<p>
An idea came to him. He wondered why he had not thought of it before.
</p>

<p>
He called Tarzan and indicated by signs that he would write, and when Tarzan
had fetched the bark and pencil, D&rsquo;Arnot wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Can you go to my people and lead them here? I will write a message that you may
take to them, and they will follow you.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan shook his head and taking the bark, wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
I had thought of that&mdash;the first day; but I dared not. The great apes come
often to this spot, and if they found you here, wounded and alone, they would
kill you.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot turned on his side and closed his eyes. He did not wish to die;
but he felt that he was going, for the fever was mounting higher and higher.
That night he lost consciousness.
</p>

<p>
For three days he was in delirium, and Tarzan sat beside him and bathed his
head and hands and washed his wounds.
</p>

<p>
On the fourth day the fever broke as suddenly as it had come, but it left
D&rsquo;Arnot a shadow of his former self, and very weak. Tarzan had to lift
him that he might drink from the gourd.
</p>

<p>
The fever had not been the result of infection, as D&rsquo;Arnot had thought,
but one of those that commonly attack whites in the jungles of Africa, and
either kill or leave them as suddenly as D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s had left him.
</p>

<p>
Two days later, D&rsquo;Arnot was tottering about the amphitheater,
Tarzan&rsquo;s strong arm about him to keep him from falling.
</p>

<p>
They sat beneath the shade of a great tree, and Tarzan found some smooth bark
that they might converse.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot wrote the first message:
</p>

<p class="letter">
What can I do to repay you for all that you have done for me?
</p>

<p>
And Tarzan, in reply:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Teach me to speak the language of men.
</p>

<p>
And so D&rsquo;Arnot commenced at once, pointing out familiar objects and
repeating their names in French, for he thought that it would be easier to
teach this man his own language, since he understood it himself best of all.
</p>

<p>
It meant nothing to Tarzan, of course, for he could not tell one language from
another, so when he pointed to the word man which he had printed upon a piece
of bark he learned from D&rsquo;Arnot that it was pronounced <i>homme</i>, and in the
same way he was taught to pronounce ape, <i>singe</i> and tree, <i>arbre</i>.
</p>

<p>
He was a most eager student, and in two more days had mastered so much French
that he could speak little sentences such as: &ldquo;That is a tree,&rdquo;
&ldquo;this is grass,&rdquo; &ldquo;I am hungry,&rdquo; and the like, but
D&rsquo;Arnot found that it was difficult to teach him the French construction
upon a foundation of English.
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman wrote little lessons for him in English and had Tarzan repeat
them in French, but as a literal translation was usually very poor French
Tarzan was often confused.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot realized now that he had made a mistake, but it seemed too late
to go back and do it all over again and force Tarzan to unlearn all that he had
learned, especially as they were rapidly approaching a point where they would
be able to converse.
</p>

<p>
On the third day after the fever broke Tarzan wrote a message asking
D&rsquo;Arnot if he felt strong enough to be carried back to the cabin. Tarzan
was as anxious to go as D&rsquo;Arnot, for he longed to see Jane again.
</p>

<p>
It had been hard for him to remain with the Frenchman all these days for that
very reason, and that he had unselfishly done so spoke more glowingly of his
nobility of character than even did his rescuing the French officer from
Mbonga&rsquo;s clutches.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot, only too willing to attempt the journey, wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
But you cannot carry me all the distance through this tangled forest.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mais oui</i>,&rdquo; he said, and D&rsquo;Arnot laughed aloud to hear the
phrase that he used so often glide from Tarzan&rsquo;s tongue.
</p>

<p>
So they set out, D&rsquo;Arnot marveling as had Clayton and Jane at the
wondrous strength and agility of the apeman.
</p>

<p>
Mid-afternoon brought them to the clearing, and as Tarzan dropped to earth from
the branches of the last tree his heart leaped and bounded against his ribs in
anticipation of seeing Jane so soon again.
</p>

<p>
No one was in sight outside the cabin, and D&rsquo;Arnot was perplexed to note
that neither the cruiser nor the <i>Arrow</i> was at anchor in the bay.
</p>

<p>
An atmosphere of loneliness pervaded the spot, which caught suddenly at both
men as they strode toward the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Neither spoke, yet both knew before they opened the closed door what they would
find beyond.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan lifted the latch and pushed the great door in upon its wooden hinges. It
was as they had feared. The cabin was deserted.
</p>

<p>
The men turned and looked at one another. D&rsquo;Arnot knew that his people
thought him dead; but Tarzan thought only of the woman who had kissed him in
love and now had fled from him while he was serving one of her people.
</p>

<p>
A great bitterness rose in his heart. He would go away, far into the jungle and
join his tribe. Never would he see one of his own kind again, nor could he bear
the thought of returning to the cabin. He would leave that forever behind him
with the great hopes he had nursed there of finding his own race and becoming a
man among men.
</p>

<p>
And the Frenchman? D&rsquo;Arnot? What of him? He could get along as Tarzan
had. Tarzan did not want to see him more. He wanted to get away from everything
that might remind him of Jane.
</p>

<p>
As Tarzan stood upon the threshold brooding, D&rsquo;Arnot had entered the
cabin. Many comforts he saw that had been left behind. He recognized numerous
articles from the cruiser&mdash;a camp oven, some kitchen utensils, a rifle and
many rounds of ammunition, canned foods, blankets, two chairs and a
cot&mdash;and several books and periodicals, mostly American.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They must intend returning,&rdquo; thought D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
He walked over to the table that John Clayton had built so many years before to
serve as a desk, and on it he saw two notes addressed to Tarzan of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
One was in a strong masculine hand and was unsealed. The other, in a
woman&rsquo;s hand, was sealed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Here are two messages for you, Tarzan of the Apes,&rdquo; cried
D&rsquo;Arnot, turning toward the door; but his companion was not there.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot walked to the door and looked out. Tarzan was nowhere in sight.
He called aloud but there was no response.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&rdquo; exclaimed D&rsquo;Arnot, &ldquo;he has left me. I feel
it. He has gone back into his jungle and left me here alone.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And then he remembered the look on Tarzan&rsquo;s face when they had discovered
that the cabin was empty&mdash;such a look as the hunter sees in the eyes of
the wounded deer he has wantonly brought down.
</p>

<p>
The man had been hard hit&mdash;D&rsquo;Arnot realized it now&mdash;but why? He
could not understand.
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman looked about him. The loneliness and the horror of the place
commenced to get on his nerves&mdash;already weakened by the ordeal of
suffering and sickness he had passed through.
</p>

<p>
To be left here alone beside this awful jungle&mdash;never to hear a human
voice or see a human face&mdash;in constant dread of savage beasts and more
terribly savage men&mdash;a prey to solitude and hopelessness. It was awful.
</p>

<p>
And far to the east Tarzan of the Apes was speeding through the middle terrace
back to his tribe. Never had he traveled with such reckless speed. He felt that
he was running away from himself&mdash;that by hurtling through the forest like
a frightened squirrel he was escaping from his own thoughts. But no matter how
fast he went he found them always with him.
</p>

<p>
He passed above the sinuous body of Sabor, the lioness, going in the opposite
direction&mdash;toward the cabin, thought Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
What could D&rsquo;Arnot do against Sabor&mdash;or if Bolgani, the gorilla,
should come upon him&mdash;or Numa, the lion, or cruel Sheeta?
</p>

<p>
Tarzan paused in his flight.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What are you, Tarzan?&rdquo; he asked aloud. &ldquo;An ape or a
man?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If you are an ape you will do as the apes would do&mdash;leave one of
your kind to die in the jungle if it suited your whim to go elsewhere.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If you are a man, you will return to protect your kind. You will not run
away from one of your own people, because one of them has run away from
you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p class="p2">
D&rsquo;Arnot closed the cabin door. He was very nervous. Even brave men, and
D&rsquo;Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.
</p>

<p>
He loaded one of the rifles and placed it within easy reach. Then he went to
the desk and took up the unsealed letter addressed to Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
Possibly it contained word that his people had but left the beach temporarily.
He felt that it would be no breach of ethics to read this letter, so he took
the enclosure from the envelope and read:
</p>

<p class="letter">
TO TARZAN OF THE APES:
</p>

<p>
We thank you for the use of your cabin, and are sorry that you did not permit
us the pleasure of seeing and thanking you in person.
</p>

<p>
We have harmed nothing, but have left many things for you which may add to your
comfort and safety here in your lonely home.
</p>

<p>
If you know the strange white man who saved our lives so many times, and
brought us food, and if you can converse with him, thank him, also, for his
kindness.
</p>

<p>
We sail within the hour, never to return; but we wish you and that other jungle
friend to know that we shall always thank you for what you did for strangers on
your shore, and that we should have done infinitely more to reward you both had
you given us the opportunity.
</p>

<p class="right">
Very respectfully,<br >
WM. CECIL CLAYTON.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;&lsquo;Never to return,&rsquo;&rdquo; muttered D&rsquo;Arnot, and threw
himself face downward upon the cot.
</p>

<p>
An hour later he started up listening. Something was at the door trying to
enter.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot reached for the loaded rifle and placed it to his shoulder.
</p>

<p>
Dusk was falling, and the interior of the cabin was very dark; but the man
could see the latch moving from its place.
</p>

<p>
He felt his hair rising upon his scalp.
</p>

<p>
Gently the door opened until a thin crack showed something standing just
beyond.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot sighted along the blue barrel at the crack of the door&mdash;and
then he pulled the trigger.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap24"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.<br >
Lost Treasure</h2>

<p>
When the expedition returned, following their fruitless endeavor to succor
D&rsquo;Arnot, Captain Dufranne was anxious to steam away as quickly as
possible, and all save Jane had acquiesced.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; she said, determinedly, &ldquo;I shall not go, nor should
you, for there are two friends in that jungle who will come out of it some day
expecting to find us awaiting them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Your officer, Captain Dufranne, is one of them, and the forest man who
has saved the lives of every member of my father&rsquo;s party is the other.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He left me at the edge of the jungle two days ago to hasten to the aid
of my father and Mr. Clayton, as he thought, and he has stayed to rescue
Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot; of that you may be sure.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Had he been too late to be of service to the lieutenant he would have
been back before now&mdash;the fact that he is not back is sufficient proof to
me that he is delayed because Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot is wounded, or he has
had to follow his captors further than the village which your sailors
attacked.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But poor D&rsquo;Arnot&rsquo;s uniform and all his belongings were found
in that village, Miss Porter,&rdquo; argued the captain, &ldquo;and the natives
showed great excitement when questioned as to the white man&rsquo;s
fate.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, Captain, but they did not admit that he was dead and as for his
clothes and accouterments being in their possession&mdash;why more civilized
peoples than these poor savage negroes strip their prisoners of every article
of value whether they intend killing them or not.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Even the soldiers of my own dear South looted not only the living but
the dead. It is strong circumstantial evidence, I will admit, but it is not
positive proof.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Possibly your forest man, himself was captured or killed by the
savages,&rdquo; suggested Captain Dufranne.
</p>

<p>
The girl laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not know him,&rdquo; she replied, a little thrill of pride
setting her nerves a-tingle at the thought that she spoke of her own.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I admit that he would be worth waiting for, this superman of
yours,&rdquo; laughed the captain. &ldquo;I most certainly should like to see
him.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then wait for him, my dear captain,&rdquo; urged the girl, &ldquo;for I
intend doing so.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman would have been a very much surprised man could he have
interpreted the true meaning of the girl&rsquo;s words.
</p>

<p>
They had been walking from the beach toward the cabin as they talked, and now
they joined a little group sitting on camp stools in the shade of a great tree
beside the cabin.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter was there, and Mr. Philander and Clayton, with Lieutenant
Charpentier and two of his brother officers, while Esmeralda hovered in the
background, ever and anon venturing opinions and comments with the freedom of
an old and much-indulged family servant.
</p>

<p>
The officers arose and saluted as their superior approached, and Clayton
surrendered his camp stool to Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We were just discussing poor Paul&rsquo;s fate,&rdquo; said Captain
Dufranne. &ldquo;Miss Porter insists that we have no absolute proof of his
death&mdash;nor have we. And on the other hand she maintains that the continued
absence of your omnipotent jungle friend indicates that D&rsquo;Arnot is still
in need of his services, either because he is wounded, or still is a prisoner
in a more distant native village.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It has been suggested,&rdquo; ventured Lieutenant Charpentier,
&ldquo;that the wild man may have been a member of the tribe of blacks who
attacked our party&mdash;that he was hastening to aid THEM&mdash;his own
people.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane shot a quick glance at Clayton.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It seems vastly more reasonable,&rdquo; said Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not agree with you,&rdquo; objected Mr. Philander. &ldquo;He had
ample opportunity to harm us himself, or to lead his people against us.
Instead, during our long residence here, he has been uniformly consistent in
his role of protector and provider.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;That is true,&rdquo; interjected Clayton, &ldquo;yet we must not
overlook the fact that except for himself the only human beings within hundreds
of miles are savage cannibals. He was armed precisely as are they, which
indicates that he has maintained relations of some nature with them, and the
fact that he is but one against possibly thousands suggests that these
relations could scarcely have been other than friendly.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It seems improbable then that he is not connected with them,&rdquo;
remarked the captain; &ldquo;possibly a member of this tribe.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Otherwise,&rdquo; added another of the officers, &ldquo;how could he
have lived a sufficient length of time among the savage denizens of the jungle,
brute and human, to have become proficient in woodcraft, or in the use of
African weapons.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are judging him according to your own standards, gentlemen,&rdquo;
said Jane. &ldquo;An ordinary white man such as any of you&mdash;pardon me, I
did not mean just that&mdash;rather, a white man above the ordinary in physique
and intelligence could never, I grant you, have lived a year alone and naked in
this tropical jungle; but this man not only surpasses the average white man in
strength and agility, but as far transcends our trained athletes and
&lsquo;strong men&rsquo; as they surpass a day-old babe; and his courage and
ferocity in battle are those of the wild beast.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He has certainly won a loyal champion, Miss Porter,&rdquo; said Captain
Dufranne, laughing. &ldquo;I am sure that there be none of us here but would
willingly face death a hundred times in its most terrifying forms to deserve
the tributes of one even half so loyal&mdash;or so beautiful.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You would not wonder that I defend him,&rdquo; said the girl,
&ldquo;could you have seen him as I saw him, battling in my behalf with that
huge hairy brute.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Could you have seen him charge the monster as a bull might charge a
grizzly&mdash;absolutely without sign of fear or hesitation&mdash;you would
have believed him more than human.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Could you have seen those mighty muscles knotting under the brown
skin&mdash;could you have seen them force back those awful fangs&mdash;you too
would have thought him invincible.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And could you have seen the chivalrous treatment which he accorded a
strange girl of a strange race, you would feel the same absolute confidence in
him that I feel.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have won your suit, my fair pleader,&rdquo; cried the captain.
&ldquo;This court finds the defendant not guilty, and the cruiser shall wait a
few days longer that he may have an opportunity to come and thank the divine
Portia.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;For the Lord&rsquo;s sake honey,&rdquo; cried Esmeralda. &ldquo;You all
don&rsquo;t mean to tell ME that you&rsquo;re going to stay right here in this
here land of carnivable animals when you all got the opportunity to escapade on
that boat? Don&rsquo;t you tell me THAT, honey.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why, Esmeralda! You should be ashamed of yourself,&rdquo; cried Jane.
&ldquo;Is this any way to show your gratitude to the man who saved your life
twice?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well, Miss Jane, that&rsquo;s all jest as you say; but that there forest
man never did save us to stay here. He done save us so we all could get AWAY
from here. I expect he be mighty peevish when he find we ain&rsquo;t got no
more sense than to stay right here after he done give us the chance to get
away.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I hoped I&rsquo;d never have to sleep in this here geological garden
another night and listen to all them lonesome noises that come out of that
jumble after dark.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t blame you a bit, Esmeralda,&rdquo; said Clayton,
&ldquo;and you certainly did hit it off right when you called them
&lsquo;lonesome&rsquo; noises. I never have been able to find the right word
for them but that&rsquo;s it, don&rsquo;t you know, lonesome noises.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You and Esmeralda had better go and live on the cruiser,&rdquo; said
Jane, in fine scorn. &ldquo;What would you think if you HAD to live all of your
life in that jungle as our forest man has done?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I&rsquo;d be a blooming bounder as a wild man,&rdquo;
laughed Clayton, ruefully. &ldquo;Those noises at night make the hair on my
head bristle. I suppose that I should be ashamed to admit it, but it&rsquo;s
the truth.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know about that,&rdquo; said Lieutenant Charpentier.
&ldquo;I never thought much about fear and that sort of thing&mdash;never tried
to determine whether I was a coward or brave man; but the other night as we lay
in the jungle there after poor D&rsquo;Arnot was taken, and those jungle noises
rose and fell around us I began to think that I was a coward indeed. It was not
the roaring and growling of the big beasts that affected me so much as it was
the stealthy noises&mdash;the ones that you heard suddenly close by and then
listened vainly for a repetition of&mdash;the unaccountable sounds as of a
great body moving almost noiselessly, and the knowledge that you didn&rsquo;t
KNOW how close it was, or whether it were creeping closer after you ceased to
hear it? It was those noises&mdash;and the eyes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> I shall see them in the dark forever&mdash;the eyes that you
see, and those that you don&rsquo;t see, but feel&mdash;ah, they are the
worst.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
All were silent for a moment, and then Jane spoke.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And he is out there,&rdquo; she said, in an awe-hushed whisper.
&ldquo;Those eyes will be glaring at him to-night, and at your comrade
Lieutenant D&rsquo;Arnot. Can you leave them, gentlemen, without at least
rendering them the passive succor which remaining here a few days longer might
insure them?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, child,&rdquo; said Professor Porter. &ldquo;Captain Dufranne
is willing to remain, and for my part I am perfectly willing, perfectly
willing&mdash;as I always have been to humor your childish whims.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We can utilize the morrow in recovering the chest, Professor,&rdquo;
suggested Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Quite so, quite so, Mr. Philander, I had almost forgotten the
treasure,&rdquo; exclaimed Professor Porter. &ldquo;Possibly we can borrow some
men from Captain Dufranne to assist us, and one of the prisoners to point out
the location of the chest.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Most assuredly, my dear Professor, we are all yours to command,&rdquo;
said the captain.
</p>

<p>
And so it was arranged that on the next day Lieutenant Charpentier was to take
a detail of ten men, and one of the mutineers of the <i>Arrow</i> as a guide, and
unearth the treasure; and that the cruiser would remain for a full week in the
little harbor. At the end of that time it was to be assumed that D&rsquo;Arnot
was truly dead, and that the forest man would not return while they remained.
Then the two vessels were to leave with all the party.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter did not accompany the treasure-seekers on the following day,
but when he saw them returning empty-handed toward noon, he hastened forward to
meet them&mdash;his usual preoccupied indifference entirely vanished, and in
its place a nervous and excited manner.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where is the treasure?&rdquo; he cried to Clayton, while yet a hundred
feet separated them.
</p>

<p>
Clayton shook his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Gone,&rdquo; he said, as he neared the professor.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Gone! It cannot be. Who could have taken it?&rdquo; cried Professor
Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;God only knows, Professor,&rdquo; replied Clayton. &ldquo;We might have
thought the fellow who guided us was lying about the location, but his surprise
and consternation on finding no chest beneath the body of the murdered Snipes
were too real to be feigned. And then our spades showed us that <i>something</i> had
been buried beneath the corpse, for a hole had been there and it had been
filled with loose earth.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But who could have taken it?&rdquo; repeated Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Suspicion might naturally fall on the men of the cruiser,&rdquo; said
Lieutenant Charpentier, &ldquo;but for the fact that sub-lieutenant Janviers
here assures me that no men have had shore leave&mdash;that none has been on
shore since we anchored here except under command of an officer. I do not know
that you would suspect our men, but I am glad that there is now no chance for
suspicion to fall on them,&rdquo; he concluded.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It would never have occurred to me to suspect the men to whom we owe so
much,&rdquo; replied Professor Porter, graciously. &ldquo;I would as soon
suspect my dear Clayton here, or Mr. Philander.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The Frenchmen smiled, both officers and sailors. It was plain to see that a
burden had been lifted from their minds.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The treasure has been gone for some time,&rdquo; continued Clayton.
&ldquo;In fact the body fell apart as we lifted it, which indicates that
whoever removed the treasure did so while the corpse was still fresh, for it
was intact when we first uncovered it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There must have been several in the party,&rdquo; said Jane, who had
joined them. &ldquo;You remember that it took four men to carry it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;By jove!&rdquo; cried Clayton. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right. It must have
been done by a party of blacks. Probably one of them saw the men bury the chest
and then returned immediately after with a party of his friends, and carried it
off.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Speculation is futile,&rdquo; said Professor Porter sadly. &ldquo;The
chest is gone. We shall never see it again, nor the treasure that was in
it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Only Jane knew what the loss meant to her father, and none there knew what it
meant to her.
</p>

<p>
Six days later Captain Dufranne announced that they would sail early on the
morrow.
</p>

<p>
Jane would have begged for a further reprieve, had it not been that she too had
begun to believe that her forest lover would return no more.
</p>

<p>
In spite of herself she began to entertain doubts and fears. The reasonableness
of the arguments of these disinterested French officers commenced to convince
her against her will.
</p>

<p>
That he was a cannibal she would not believe, but that he was an adopted member
of some savage tribe at length seemed possible to her.
</p>

<p>
She would not admit that he could be dead. It was impossible to believe that
that perfect body, so filled with triumphant life, could ever cease to harbor
the vital spark&mdash;as soon believe that immortality were dust.
</p>

<p>
As Jane permitted herself to harbor these thoughts, others equally unwelcome
forced themselves upon her.
</p>

<p>
If he belonged to some savage tribe he had a savage wife&mdash;a dozen of them
perhaps&mdash;and wild, half-caste children. The girl shuddered, and when they
told her that the cruiser would sail on the morrow she was almost glad.
</p>

<p>
It was she, though, who suggested that arms, ammunition, supplies and comforts
be left behind in the cabin, ostensibly for that intangible personality who had
signed himself Tarzan of the Apes, and for D&rsquo;Arnot should he still be
living, but really, she hoped, for her forest god&mdash;even though his feet
should prove of clay.
</p>

<p>
And at the last minute she left a message for him, to be transmitted by Tarzan
of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
She was the last to leave the cabin, returning on some trivial pretext after
the others had started for the boat.
</p>

<p>
She kneeled down beside the bed in which she had spent so many nights, and
offered up a prayer for the safety of her primeval man, and crushing his locket
to her lips she murmured:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I love you, and because I love you I believe in you. But if I did not
believe, still should I love. Had you come back for me, and had there been no
other way, I would have gone into the jungle with you&mdash;forever.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap25"></a>CHAPTER XXV.<br >
The Outpost of the World</h2>

<p>
With the report of his gun D&rsquo;Arnot saw the door fly open and the figure
of a man pitch headlong within onto the cabin floor.
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman in his panic raised his gun to fire again into the prostrate
form, but suddenly in the half dusk of the open door he saw that the man was
white and in another instant realized that he had shot his friend and
protector, Tarzan of the Apes.
</p>

<p>
With a cry of anguish D&rsquo;Arnot sprang to the ape-man&rsquo;s side, and
kneeling, lifted the latter&rsquo;s head in his arms&mdash;calling
Tarzan&rsquo;s name aloud.
</p>

<p>
There was no response, and then D&rsquo;Arnot placed his ear above the
man&rsquo;s heart. To his joy he heard its steady beating beneath.
</p>

<p>
Carefully he lifted Tarzan to the cot, and then, after closing and bolting the
door, he lighted one of the lamps and examined the wound.
</p>

<p>
The bullet had struck a glancing blow upon the skull. There was an ugly flesh
wound, but no signs of a fracture of the skull.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot breathed a sigh of relief, and went about bathing the blood from
Tarzan&rsquo;s face.
</p>

<p>
Soon the cool water revived him, and presently he opened his eyes to look in
questioning surprise at D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
The latter had bound the wound with pieces of cloth, and as he saw that Tarzan
had regained consciousness he arose and going to the table wrote a message,
which he handed to the ape-man, explaining the terrible mistake he had made and
how thankful he was that the wound was not more serious.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan, after reading the message, sat on the edge of the couch and laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is nothing,&rdquo; he said in French, and then, his vocabulary
failing him, he wrote:
</p>

<p class="letter">
You should have seen what Bolgani did to me, and Kerchak, and Terkoz, before I
killed them&mdash;then you would laugh at such a little scratch.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot handed Tarzan the two messages that had been left for him.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan read the first one through with a look of sorrow on his face. The second
one he turned over and over, searching for an opening&mdash;he had never seen a
sealed envelope before. At length he handed it to D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
The Frenchman had been watching him, and knew that Tarzan was puzzled over the
envelope. How strange it seemed that to a full-grown white man an envelope was
a mystery. D&rsquo;Arnot opened it and handed the letter back to Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
Sitting on a camp stool the ape-man spread the written sheet before him and
read:
</p>

<p class="letter">
TO TARZAN OF THE APES:
</p>

<p>
Before I leave let me add my thanks to those of Mr. Clayton for the kindness
you have shown in permitting us the use of your cabin.
</p>

<p>
That you never came to make friends with us has been a great regret to us. We
should have liked so much to have seen and thanked our host.
</p>

<p>
There is another I should like to thank also, but he did not come back, though
I cannot believe that he is dead.
</p>

<p>
I do not know his name. He is the great white giant who wore the diamond locket
upon his breast.
</p>

<p>
If you know him and can speak his language carry my thanks to him, and tell him
that I waited seven days for him to return.
</p>

<p>
Tell him, also, that in my home in America, in the city of Baltimore, there
will always be a welcome for him if he cares to come.
</p>

<p>
I found a note you wrote me lying among the leaves beneath a tree near the
cabin. I do not know how you learned to love me, who have never spoken to me,
and I am very sorry if it is true, for I have already given my heart to
another.
</p>

<p class="right">
But know that I am always your friend,<br >
JANE PORTER.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan sat with gaze fixed upon the floor for nearly an hour. It was evident to
him from the notes that they did not know that he and Tarzan of the Apes were
one and the same.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have given my heart to another,&rdquo; he repeated over and over again
to himself.
</p>

<p>
Then she did not love him! How could she have pretended love, and raised him to
such a pinnacle of hope only to cast him down to such utter depths of despair!
</p>

<p>
Maybe her kisses were only signs of friendship. How did he know, who knew
nothing of the customs of human beings?
</p>

<p>
Suddenly he arose, and, bidding D&rsquo;Arnot good night as he had learned to
do, threw himself upon the couch of ferns that had been Jane Porter&rsquo;s.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot extinguished the lamp, and lay down upon the cot.
</p>

<p>
For a week they did little but rest, D&rsquo;Arnot coaching Tarzan in French.
At the end of that time the two men could converse quite easily.
</p>

<p>
One night, as they were sitting within the cabin before retiring, Tarzan turned
to D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where is America?&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot pointed toward the northwest.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Many thousands of miles across the ocean,&rdquo; he replied.
&ldquo;Why?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am going there.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot shook his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is impossible, my friend,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan rose, and, going to one of the cupboards, returned with a well-thumbed
geography.
</p>

<p>
Turning to a map of the world, he said:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have never quite understood all this; explain it to me, please.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
When D&rsquo;Arnot had done so, showing him that the blue represented all the
water on the earth, and the bits of other colors the continents and islands,
Tarzan asked him to point out the spot where they now were.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot did so.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Now point out America,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
And as D&rsquo;Arnot placed his finger upon North America, Tarzan smiled and
laid his palm upon the page, spanning the great ocean that lay between the two
continents.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You see it is not so very far,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;scarce the width
of my hand.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot laughed. How could he make the man understand?
</p>

<p>
Then he took a pencil and made a tiny point upon the shore of Africa.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;This little mark,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;is many times larger upon this
map than your cabin is upon the earth. Do you see now how very far it
is?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan thought for a long time.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do any white men live in Africa?&rdquo; he asked.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where are the nearest?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot pointed out a spot on the shore just north of them.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;So close?&rdquo; asked Tarzan, in surprise.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot; &ldquo;but it is not close.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Have they big boats to cross the ocean?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We shall go there to-morrow,&rdquo; announced Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
Again D&rsquo;Arnot smiled and shook his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is too far. We should die long before we reached them.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you wish to stay here then forever?&rdquo; asked Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then we shall start to-morrow. I do not like it here longer. I should
rather die than remain here.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; answered D&rsquo;Arnot, with a shrug, &ldquo;I do not know,
my friend, but that I also would rather die than remain here. If you go, I
shall go with you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is settled then,&rdquo; said Tarzan. &ldquo;I shall start for America
to-morrow.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;How will you get to America without money?&rdquo; asked D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What is money?&rdquo; inquired Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
It took a long time to make him understand even imperfectly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;How do men get money?&rdquo; he asked at last.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They work for it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Very well. I will work for it, then.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, my friend,&rdquo; returned D&rsquo;Arnot, &ldquo;you need not worry
about money, nor need you work for it. I have enough money for two&mdash;enough
for twenty. Much more than is good for one man and you shall have all you need
if ever we reach civilization.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
So on the following day they started north along the shore. Each man carrying a
rifle and ammunition, beside bedding and some food and cooking utensils.
</p>

<p>
The latter seemed to Tarzan a most useless encumbrance, so he threw his away.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you must learn to eat cooked food, my friend,&rdquo; remonstrated
D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;No civilized men eat raw flesh.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There will be time enough when I reach civilization,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
&ldquo;I do not like the things and they only spoil the taste of good
meat.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
For a month they traveled north. Sometimes finding food in plenty and again
going hungry for days.
</p>

<p>
They saw no signs of natives nor were they molested by wild beasts. Their
journey was a miracle of ease.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan asked questions and learned rapidly. D&rsquo;Arnot taught him many of
the refinements of civilization&mdash;even to the use of knife and fork; but
sometimes Tarzan would drop them in disgust and grasp his food in his strong
brown hands, tearing it with his molars like a wild beast.
</p>

<p>
Then D&rsquo;Arnot would expostulate with him, saying:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You must not eat like a brute, Tarzan, while I am trying to make a
gentleman of you. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> Gentlemen do not thus&mdash;it is terrible.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan would grin sheepishly and pick up his knife and fork again, but at heart
he hated them.
</p>

<p>
On the journey he told D&rsquo;Arnot about the great chest he had seen the
sailors bury; of how he had dug it up and carried it to the gathering place of
the apes and buried it there.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It must be the treasure chest of Professor Porter,&rdquo; said
D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;It is too bad, but of course you did not know.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Then Tarzan recalled the letter written by Jane to her friend&mdash;the one he
had stolen when they first came to his cabin, and now he knew what was in the
chest and what it meant to Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;To-morrow we shall go back after it,&rdquo; he announced to
D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Go back?&rdquo; exclaimed D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;But, my dear fellow, we
have now been three weeks upon the march. It would require three more to return
to the treasure, and then, with that enormous weight which required, you say,
four sailors to carry, it would be months before we had again reached this
spot.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It must be done, my friend,&rdquo; insisted Tarzan. &ldquo;You may go on
toward civilization, and I will return for the treasure. I can go very much
faster alone.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have a better plan, Tarzan,&rdquo; exclaimed D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;We
shall go on together to the nearest settlement, and there we will charter a
boat and sail back down the coast for the treasure and so transport it easily.
That will be safer and quicker and also not require us to be separated. What do
you think of that plan?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Tarzan. &ldquo;The treasure will be there
whenever we go for it; and while I could fetch it now, and catch up with you in
a moon or two, I shall feel safer for you to know that you are not alone on the
trail. When I see how helpless you are, D&rsquo;Arnot, I often wonder how the
human race has escaped annihilation all these ages which you tell me about.
Why, Sabor, single handed, could exterminate a thousand of you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You will think more highly of your genus when you have seen its armies
and navies, its great cities, and its mighty engineering works. Then you will
realize that it is mind, and not muscle, that makes the human animal greater
than the mighty beasts of your jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Alone and unarmed, a single man is no match for any of the larger
beasts; but if ten men were together, they would combine their wits and their
muscles against their savage enemies, while the beasts, being unable to reason,
would never think of combining against the men. Otherwise, Tarzan of the Apes,
how long would you have lasted in the savage wilderness?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are right, D&rsquo;Arnot,&rdquo; replied Tarzan, &ldquo;for if
Kerchak had come to Tublat&rsquo;s aid that night at the Dum-Dum, there would
have been an end of me. But Kerchak could never think far enough ahead to take
advantage of any such opportunity. Even Kala, my mother, could never plan
ahead. She simply ate what she needed when she needed it, and if the supply was
very scarce, even though she found plenty for several meals, she would never
gather any ahead.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I remember that she used to think it very silly of me to burden myself
with extra food upon the march, though she was quite glad to eat it with me, if
the way chanced to be barren of sustenance.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then you knew your mother, Tarzan?&rdquo; asked D&rsquo;Arnot, in
surprise.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes. She was a great, fine ape, larger than I, and weighing twice as
much.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And your father?&rdquo; asked D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I did not know him. Kala told me he was a white ape, and hairless like
myself. I know now that he must have been a white man.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot looked long and earnestly at his companion.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tarzan,&rdquo; he said at length, &ldquo;it is impossible that the ape,
Kala, was your mother. If such a thing can be, which I doubt, you would have
inherited some of the characteristics of the ape, but you have not&mdash;you
are pure man, and, I should say, the offspring of highly bred and intelligent
parents. Have you not the slightest clue to your past?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Not the slightest,&rdquo; replied Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No writings in the cabin that might have told something of the lives of
its original inmates?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have read everything that was in the cabin with the exception of one
book which I know now to be written in a language other than English. Possibly
you can read it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan fished the little black diary from the bottom of his quiver, and handed
it to his companion.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot glanced at the title page.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is the diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, an English nobleman,
and it is written in French,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
Then he proceeded to read the diary that had been written over twenty years
before, and which recorded the details of the story which we already
know&mdash;the story of adventure, hardships and sorrow of John Clayton and his
wife Alice, from the day they left England until an hour before he was struck
down by Kerchak.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot read aloud. At times his voice broke, and he was forced to stop
reading for the pitiful hopelessness that spoke between the lines.
</p>

<p>
Occasionally he glanced at Tarzan; but the ape-man sat upon his haunches, like
a carven image, his eyes fixed upon the ground.
</p>

<p>
Only when the little babe was mentioned did the tone of the diary alter from
the habitual note of despair which had crept into it by degrees after the first
two months upon the shore.
</p>

<p>
Then the passages were tinged with a subdued happiness that was even sadder
than the rest.
</p>

<p>
One entry showed an almost hopeful spirit.
</p>

<p class="letter">
To-day our little boy is six months old. He is sitting in Alice&rsquo;s lap
beside the table where I am writing&mdash;a happy, healthy, perfect child.<br >
    Somehow, even against all reason, I seem to see him a grown man, taking his
father&rsquo;s place in the world&mdash;the second John Clayton&mdash;and
bringing added honors to the house of Greystoke.<br >
    There&mdash;as though to give my prophecy the weight of his
endorsement&mdash;he has grabbed my pen in his chubby fists and with his
inkbegrimed little fingers has placed the seal of his tiny finger prints upon
the page.
</p>

<p>
And there, on the margin of the page, were the partially blurred imprints of
four wee fingers and the outer half of the thumb.
</p>

<p>
When D&rsquo;Arnot had finished the diary the two men sat in silence for some
minutes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Well! Tarzan of the Apes, what think you?&rdquo; asked D&rsquo;Arnot.
&ldquo;Does not this little book clear up the mystery of your parentage?
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why, man, you are Lord Greystoke.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The book speaks of but one child,&rdquo; he replied. &ldquo;Its little
skeleton lay in the crib, where it died crying for nourishment, from the first
time I entered the cabin until Professor Porter&rsquo;s party buried it, with
its father and mother, beside the cabin.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, that was the babe the book speaks of&mdash;and the mystery of my
origin is deeper than before, for I have thought much of late of the
possibility of that cabin having been my birthplace. I am afraid that Kala
spoke the truth,&rdquo; he concluded sadly.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot shook his head. He was unconvinced, and in his mind had sprung
the determination to prove the correctness of his theory, for he had discovered
the key which alone could unlock the mystery, or consign it forever to the
realms of the unfathomable.
</p>

<p>
A week later the two men came suddenly upon a clearing in the forest.
</p>

<p>
In the distance were several buildings surrounded by a strong palisade. Between
them and the enclosure stretched a cultivated field in which a number of
negroes were working.
</p>

<p>
The two halted at the edge of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan fitted his bow with a poisoned arrow, but D&rsquo;Arnot placed a hand
upon his arm.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What would you do, Tarzan?&rdquo; he asked.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They will try to kill us if they see us,&rdquo; replied Tarzan. &ldquo;I
prefer to be the killer.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Maybe they are friends,&rdquo; suggested D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;They are black,&rdquo; was Tarzan&rsquo;s only reply.
</p>

<p>
And again he drew back his shaft.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You must not, Tarzan!&rdquo; cried D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;White men do
not kill wantonly. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> but you have much to learn.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I pity the ruffian who crosses you, my wild man, when I take you to
Paris. I will have my hands full keeping your neck from beneath the
guillotine.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan lowered his bow and smiled.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know why I should kill the blacks back there in my jungle, yet
not kill them here. Suppose Numa, the lion, should spring out upon us, I should
say, then, I presume: Good morning, Monsieur Numa, how is Madame Numa;
eh?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Wait until the blacks spring upon you,&rdquo; replied D&rsquo;Arnot,
&ldquo;then you may kill them. Do not assume that men are your enemies until
they prove it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come,&rdquo; said Tarzan, &ldquo;let us go and present ourselves to be
killed,&rdquo; and he started straight across the field, his head high held and
the tropical sun beating upon his smooth, brown skin.
</p>

<p>
Behind him came D&rsquo;Arnot, clothed in some garments which had been
discarded at the cabin by Clayton when the officers of the French cruiser had
fitted him out in more presentable fashion.
</p>

<p>
Presently one of the blacks looked up, and beholding Tarzan, turned, shrieking,
toward the palisade.
</p>

<p>
In an instant the air was filled with cries of terror from the fleeing
gardeners, but before any had reached the palisade a white man emerged from the
enclosure, rifle in hand, to discover the cause of the commotion.
</p>

<p>
What he saw brought his rifle to his shoulder, and Tarzan of the Apes would
have felt cold lead once again had not D&rsquo;Arnot cried loudly to the man
with the leveled gun:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do not fire! We are friends!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Halt, then!&rdquo; was the reply.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Stop, Tarzan!&rdquo; cried D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;He thinks we are
enemies.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan dropped into a walk, and together he and D&rsquo;Arnot advanced toward
the white man by the gate.
</p>

<p>
The latter eyed them in puzzled bewilderment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What manner of men are you?&rdquo; he asked, in French.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;White men,&rdquo; replied D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;We have been lost in the
jungle for a long time.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The man had lowered his rifle and now advanced with outstretched hand.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am Father Constantine of the French Mission here,&rdquo; he said,
&ldquo;and I am glad to welcome you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;This is Monsieur Tarzan, Father Constantine,&rdquo; replied
D&rsquo;Arnot, indicating the ape-man; and as the priest extended his hand to
Tarzan, D&rsquo;Arnot added: &ldquo;and I am Paul D&rsquo;Arnot, of the French
Navy.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Father Constantine took the hand which Tarzan extended in imitation of the
priest&rsquo;s act, while the latter took in the superb physique and handsome
face in one quick, keen glance.
</p>

<p>
And thus came Tarzan of the Apes to the first outpost of civilization.
</p>

<p>
For a week they remained there, and the ape-man, keenly observant, learned much
of the ways of men; meanwhile black women sewed white duck garments for himself
and D&rsquo;Arnot so that they might continue their journey properly clothed.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap26"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.<br >
The Height of Civilization</h2>

<p>
Another month brought them to a little group of buildings at the mouth of a
wide river, and there Tarzan saw many boats, and was filled with the timidity
of the wild thing by the sight of many men.
</p>

<p>
Gradually he became accustomed to the strange noises and the odd ways of
civilization, so that presently none might know that two short months before,
this handsome Frenchman in immaculate white ducks, who laughed and chatted with
the gayest of them, had been swinging naked through primeval forests to pounce
upon some unwary victim, which, raw, was to fill his savage belly.
</p>

<p>
The knife and fork, so contemptuously flung aside a month before, Tarzan now
manipulated as exquisitely as did the polished D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
So apt a pupil had he been that the young Frenchman had labored assiduously to
make of Tarzan of the Apes a polished gentleman in so far as nicety of manners
and speech were concerned.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;God made you a gentleman at heart, my friend,&rdquo; D&rsquo;Arnot had
said; &ldquo;but we want His works to show upon the exterior also.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
As soon as they had reached the little port, D&rsquo;Arnot had cabled his
government of his safety, and requested a three-months&rsquo; leave, which had
been granted.
</p>

<p>
He had also cabled his bankers for funds, and the enforced wait of a month,
under which both chafed, was due to their inability to charter a vessel for the
return to Tarzan&rsquo;s jungle after the treasure.
</p>

<p>
During their stay at the coast town &ldquo;Monsieur Tarzan&rdquo; became the
wonder of both whites and blacks because of several occurrences which to Tarzan
seemed the merest of nothings.
</p>

<p>
Once a huge black, crazed by drink, had run amuck and terrorized the town,
until his evil star had led him to where the black-haired French giant lolled
upon the veranda of the hotel.
</p>

<p>
Mounting the broad steps, with brandished knife, the Negro made straight for a
party of four men sitting at a table sipping the inevitable absinthe.
</p>

<p>
Shouting in alarm, the four took to their heels, and then the black spied
Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
With a roar he charged the ape-man, while half a hundred heads peered from
sheltering windows and doorways to witness the butchering of the poor Frenchman
by the giant black.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan met the rush with the fighting smile that the joy of battle always
brought to his lips.
</p>

<p>
As the Negro closed upon him, steel muscles gripped the black wrist of the
uplifted knife-hand, and a single swift wrench left the hand dangling below a
broken bone.
</p>

<p>
With the pain and surprise, the madness left the black man, and as Tarzan
dropped back into his chair the fellow turned, crying with agony, and dashed
wildly toward the native village.
</p>

<p>
On another occasion as Tarzan and D&rsquo;Arnot sat at dinner with a number of
other whites, the talk fell upon lions and lion hunting.
</p>

<p>
Opinion was divided as to the bravery of the king of beasts&mdash;some
maintaining that he was an arrant coward, but all agreeing that it was with a
feeling of greater security that they gripped their express rifles when the
monarch of the jungle roared about a camp at night.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot and Tarzan had agreed that his past be kept secret, and so none
other than the French officer knew of the ape-man&rsquo;s familiarity with the
beasts of the jungle.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Monsieur Tarzan has not expressed himself,&rdquo; said one of the party.
&ldquo;A man of his prowess who has spent some time in Africa, as I understand
Monsieur Tarzan has, must have had experiences with lions&mdash;yes?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Some,&rdquo; replied Tarzan, dryly. &ldquo;Enough to know that each of
you are right in your judgment of the characteristics of the lions&mdash;you
have met. But one might as well judge all blacks by the fellow who ran amuck
last week, or decide that all whites are cowards because one has met a cowardly
white.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is as much individuality among the lower orders, gentlemen, as
there is among ourselves. Today we may go out and stumble upon a lion which is
over-timid&mdash;he runs away from us. To-morrow we may meet his uncle or his
twin brother, and our friends wonder why we do not return from the jungle. For
myself, I always assume that a lion is ferocious, and so I am never caught off
my guard.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There would be little pleasure in hunting,&rdquo; retorted the first
speaker, &ldquo;if one is afraid of the thing he hunts.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot smiled. Tarzan afraid!
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not exactly understand what you mean by fear,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
&ldquo;Like lions, fear is a different thing in different men, but to me the
only pleasure in the hunt is the knowledge that the hunted thing has power to
harm me as much as I have to harm him. If I went out with a couple of rifles
and a gun bearer, and twenty or thirty beaters, to hunt a lion, I should not
feel that the lion had much chance, and so the pleasure of the hunt would be
lessened in proportion to the increased safety which I felt.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then I am to take it that Monsieur Tarzan would prefer to go naked into
the jungle, armed only with a jackknife, to kill the king of beasts,&rdquo;
laughed the other, good naturedly, but with the merest touch of sarcasm in his
tone.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And a piece of rope,&rdquo; added Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
Just then the deep roar of a lion sounded from the distant jungle, as though to
challenge whoever dared enter the lists with him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is your opportunity, Monsieur Tarzan,&rdquo; bantered the
Frenchman.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am not hungry,&rdquo; said Tarzan simply.
</p>

<p>
The men laughed, all but D&rsquo;Arnot. He alone knew that a savage beast had
spoken its simple reason through the lips of the ape-man.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you are afraid, just as any of us would be, to go out there naked,
armed only with a knife and a piece of rope,&rdquo; said the banterer.
&ldquo;Is it not so?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; replied Tarzan. &ldquo;Only a fool performs any act without
reason.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Five thousand francs is a reason,&rdquo; said the other. &ldquo;I wager
you that amount you cannot bring back a lion from the jungle under the
conditions we have named&mdash;naked and armed only with a knife and a piece of
rope.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan glanced toward D&rsquo;Arnot and nodded his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Make it ten thousand,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Done,&rdquo; replied the other.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan arose.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall have to leave my clothes at the edge of the settlement, so that
if I do not return before daylight I shall have something to wear through the
streets.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are not going now,&rdquo; exclaimed the wagerer&mdash;&ldquo;at
night?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; asked Tarzan. &ldquo;Numa walks abroad at night&mdash;it
will be easier to find him.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the other, &ldquo;I do not want your blood upon my
hands. It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall go now,&rdquo; replied Tarzan, and went to his room for his
knife and rope.
</p>

<p>
The men accompanied him to the edge of the jungle, where he left his clothes in
a small storehouse.
</p>

<p>
But when he would have entered the blackness of the undergrowth they tried to
dissuade him; and the wagerer was most insistent of all that he abandon his
foolhardy venture.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I will accede that you have won,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and the ten
thousand francs are yours if you will but give up this foolish attempt, which
can only end in your death.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan laughed, and in another moment the jungle had swallowed him.
</p>

<p>
The men stood silent for some moments and then slowly turned and walked back to
the hotel veranda.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan had no sooner entered the jungle than he took to the trees, and it was
with a feeling of exultant freedom that he swung once more through the forest
branches.
</p>

<p>
This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its
narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and
conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance.
</p>

<p>
At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.
</p>

<p>
How easy it would be to circle back to the coast, and then make toward the
south and his own jungle and cabin.
</p>

<p>
Now he caught the scent of Numa, for he was traveling up wind. Presently his
quick ears detected the familiar sound of padded feet and the brushing of a
huge, fur-clad body through the undergrowth.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan came quietly above the unsuspecting beast and silently stalked him until
he came into a little patch of moonlight.
</p>

<p>
Then the quick noose settled and tightened about the tawny throat, and, as he
had done it a hundred times in the past, Tarzan made fast the end to a strong
branch and, while the beast fought and clawed for freedom, dropped to the
ground behind him, and leaping upon the great back, plunged his long thin blade
a dozen times into the fierce heart.
</p>

<p>
Then with his foot upon the carcass of Numa, he raised his voice in the awesome
victory cry of his savage tribe.
</p>

<p>
For a moment Tarzan stood irresolute, swayed by conflicting emotions of loyalty
to D&rsquo;Arnot and a mighty lust for the freedom of his own jungle. At last
the vision of a beautiful face, and the memory of warm lips crushed to his
dissolved the fascinating picture he had been drawing of his old life.
</p>

<p>
The ape-man threw the warm carcass of Numa across his shoulders and took to the
trees once more.
</p>

<p>
The men upon the veranda had sat for an hour, almost in silence.
</p>

<p>
They had tried ineffectually to converse on various subjects, and always the
thing uppermost in the mind of each had caused the conversation to lapse.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>,&rdquo; said the wagerer at length, &ldquo;I can endure it no
longer. I am going into the jungle with my express and bring back that mad
man.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I will go with you,&rdquo; said one.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And I&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;And I&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;And I,&rdquo;
chorused the others.
</p>

<p>
As though the suggestion had broken the spell of some horrid nightmare they
hastened to their various quarters, and presently were headed toward the
jungle&mdash;each one heavily armed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;God! What was that?&rdquo; suddenly cried one of the party, an
Englishman, as Tarzan&rsquo;s savage cry came faintly to their ears.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I heard the same thing once before,&rdquo; said a Belgian, &ldquo;when I
was in the gorilla country. My carriers said it was the cry of a great bull ape
who has made a kill.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot remembered Clayton&rsquo;s description of the awful roar with
which Tarzan had announced his kills, and he half smiled in spite of the horror
which filled him to think that the uncanny sound could have issued from a human
throat&mdash;from the lips of his friend.
</p>

<p>
As the party stood finally near the edge of the jungle, debating as to the best
distribution of their forces, they were startled by a low laugh near them, and
turning, beheld advancing toward them a giant figure bearing a dead lion upon
its broad shoulders.
</p>

<p>
Even D&rsquo;Arnot was thunderstruck, for it seemed impossible that the man
could have so quickly dispatched a lion with the pitiful weapons he had taken,
or that alone he could have borne the huge carcass through the tangled jungle.
</p>

<p>
The men crowded about Tarzan with many questions, but his only answer was a
laughing depreciation of his feat.
</p>

<p>
To Tarzan it was as though one should eulogize a butcher for his heroism in
killing a cow, for Tarzan had killed so often for food and for
self-preservation that the act seemed anything but remarkable to him. But he
was indeed a hero in the eyes of these men&mdash;men accustomed to hunting big
game.
</p>

<p>
Incidentally, he had won ten thousand francs, for D&rsquo;Arnot insisted that
he keep it all.
</p>

<p>
This was a very important item to Tarzan, who was just commencing to realize
the power which lay beyond the little pieces of metal and paper which always
changed hands when human beings rode, or ate, or slept, or clothed themselves,
or drank, or worked, or played, or sheltered themselves from the rain or cold
or sun.
</p>

<p>
It had become evident to Tarzan that without money one must die. D&rsquo;Arnot
had told him not to worry, since he had more than enough for both, but the
ape-man was learning many things and one of them was that people looked down
upon one who accepted money from another without giving something of equal
value in exchange.
</p>

<p>
Shortly after the episode of the lion hunt, D&rsquo;Arnot succeeded in
chartering an ancient tub for the coastwise trip to Tarzan&rsquo;s land-locked
harbor.
</p>

<p>
It was a happy morning for them both when the little vessel weighed anchor and
made for the open sea.
</p>

<p>
The trip to the beach was uneventful, and the morning after they dropped anchor
before the cabin, Tarzan, garbed once more in his jungle regalia and carrying a
spade, set out alone for the amphitheater of the apes where lay the treasure.
</p>

<p>
Late the next day he returned, bearing the great chest upon his shoulder, and
at sunrise the little vessel worked through the harbor&rsquo;s mouth and took
up her northward journey.
</p>

<p>
Three weeks later Tarzan and D&rsquo;Arnot were passengers on board a French
steamer bound for Lyons, and after a few days in that city D&rsquo;Arnot took
Tarzan to Paris.
</p>

<p>
The ape-man was anxious to proceed to America, but D&rsquo;Arnot insisted that
he must accompany him to Paris first, nor would he divulge the nature of the
urgent necessity upon which he based his demand.
</p>

<p>
One of the first things which D&rsquo;Arnot accomplished after their arrival
was to arrange to visit a high official of the police department, an old
friend; and to take Tarzan with him.
</p>

<p>
Adroitly D&rsquo;Arnot led the conversation from point to point until the
policeman had explained to the interested Tarzan many of the methods in vogue
for apprehending and identifying criminals.
</p>

<p>
Not the least interesting to Tarzan was the part played by finger prints in
this fascinating science.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But of what value are these imprints,&rdquo; asked Tarzan, &ldquo;when,
after a few years the lines upon the fingers are entirely changed by the
wearing out of the old tissue and the growth of new?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;The lines never change,&rdquo; replied the official. &ldquo;From infancy
to senility the fingerprints of an individual change only in size, except as
injuries alter the loops and whorls. But if imprints have been taken of the
thumb and four fingers of both hands one must needs lose all entirely to escape
identification.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is marvelous,&rdquo; exclaimed D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;I wonder what
the lines upon my own fingers may resemble.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We can soon see,&rdquo; replied the police officer, and ringing a bell
he summoned an assistant to whom he issued a few directions.
</p>

<p>
The man left the room, but presently returned with a little hardwood box which
he placed on his superior&rsquo;s desk.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said the officer, &ldquo;you shall have your fingerprints in
a second.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He drew from the little case a square of plate glass, a little tube of thick
ink, a rubber roller, and a few snowy white cards.
</p>

<p>
Squeezing a drop of ink onto the glass, he spread it back and forth with the
rubber roller until the entire surface of the glass was covered to his
satisfaction with a very thin and uniform layer of ink.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Place the four fingers of your right hand upon the glass, thus,&rdquo;
he said to D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;Now the thumb. That is right. Now place them
in just the same position upon this card, here, no&mdash;a little to the right.
We must leave room for the thumb and the fingers of the left hand. There,
that&rsquo;s it. Now the same with the left.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come, Tarzan,&rdquo; cried D&rsquo;Arnot, &ldquo;let&rsquo;s see what
your whorls look like.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan complied readily, asking many questions of the officer during the
operation.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do fingerprints show racial characteristics?&rdquo; he asked.
&ldquo;Could you determine, for example, solely from fingerprints whether the
subject was Negro or Caucasian?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I think not,&rdquo; replied the officer.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Could the finger prints of an ape be detected from those of a
man?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Probably, because the ape&rsquo;s would be far simpler than those of the
higher organism.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But a cross between an ape and a man might show the characteristics of
either progenitor?&rdquo; continued Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, I should think likely,&rdquo; responded the official; &ldquo;but
the science has not progressed sufficiently to render it exact enough in such
matters. I should hate to trust its findings further than to differentiate
between individuals. There it is absolute. No two people born into the world
probably have ever had identical lines upon all their digits. It is very
doubtful if any single fingerprint will ever be exactly duplicated by any
finger other than the one which originally made it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Does the comparison require much time or labor?&rdquo; asked
D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ordinarily but a few moments, if the impressions are distinct.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot drew a little black book from his pocket and commenced turning
the pages.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan looked at the book in surprise. How did D&rsquo;Arnot come to have his
book?
</p>

<p>
Presently D&rsquo;Arnot stopped at a page on which were five tiny little
smudges.
</p>

<p>
He handed the open book to the policeman.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Are these imprints similar to mine or Monsieur Tarzan&rsquo;s or can you
say that they are identical with either?&rdquo; The officer drew a powerful
glass from his desk and examined all three specimens carefully, making
notations meanwhile upon a pad of paper.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan realized now what was the meaning of their visit to the police officer.
</p>

<p>
The answer to his life&rsquo;s riddle lay in these tiny marks.
</p>

<p>
With tense nerves he sat leaning forward in his chair, but suddenly he relaxed
and dropped back, smiling.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot looked at him in surprise.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You forget that for twenty years the dead body of the child who made
those fingerprints lay in the cabin of his father, and that all my life I have
seen it lying there,&rdquo; said Tarzan bitterly.
</p>

<p>
The policeman looked up in astonishment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Go ahead, captain, with your examination,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot,
&ldquo;we will tell you the story later&mdash;provided Monsieur Tarzan is
agreeable.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan nodded his head.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you are mad, my dear D&rsquo;Arnot,&rdquo; he insisted. &ldquo;Those
little fingers are buried on the west coast of Africa.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know as to that, Tarzan,&rdquo; replied D&rsquo;Arnot.
&ldquo;It is possible, but if you are not the son of John Clayton then how in
heaven&rsquo;s name did you come into that God forsaken jungle where no white
man other than John Clayton had ever set foot?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You forget&mdash;Kala,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not even consider her,&rdquo; replied D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
The friends had walked to the broad window overlooking the boulevard as they
talked. For some time they stood there gazing out upon the busy throng beneath,
each wrapped in his own thoughts.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It takes some time to compare finger prints,&rdquo; thought
D&rsquo;Arnot, turning to look at the police officer.
</p>

<p>
To his astonishment he saw the official leaning back in his chair hastily
scanning the contents of the little black diary.
</p>

<p>
D&rsquo;Arnot coughed. The policeman looked up, and, catching his eye, raised
his finger to admonish silence. D&rsquo;Arnot turned back to the window, and
presently the police officer spoke.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Gentlemen,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
Both turned toward him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is evidently a great deal at stake which must hinge to a greater
or lesser extent upon the absolute correctness of this comparison. I therefore
ask that you leave the entire matter in my hands until Monsieur Desquerc, our
expert returns. It will be but a matter of a few days.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I had hoped to know at once,&rdquo; said D&rsquo;Arnot. &ldquo;Monsieur
Tarzan sails for America tomorrow.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I will promise that you can cable him a report within two weeks,&rdquo;
replied the officer; &ldquo;but what it will be I dare not say. There are
resemblances, yet&mdash;well, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc to
solve.&rdquo;
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap27"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.<br >
The Giant Again</h2>

<p>
A taxicab drew up before an oldfashioned residence upon the outskirts of
Baltimore.
</p>

<p>
A man of about forty, well built and with strong, regular features, stepped
out, and paying the chauffeur dismissed him.
</p>

<p>
A moment later the passenger was entering the library of the old home.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, Mr. Canler!&rdquo; exclaimed an old man, rising to greet him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Good evening, my dear Professor,&rdquo; cried the man, extending a
cordial hand.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Who admitted you?&rdquo; asked the professor.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Esmeralda.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then she will acquaint Jane with the fact that you are here,&rdquo; said
the old man.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No, Professor,&rdquo; replied Canler, &ldquo;for I came primarily to see
you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, I am honored,&rdquo; said Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Professor,&rdquo; continued Robert Canler, with great deliberation, as
though carefully weighing his words, &ldquo;I have come this evening to speak
with you about Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You know my aspirations, and you have been generous enough to approve my
suit.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter fidgeted in his armchair. The subject always
made him uncomfortable. He could not understand why. Canler was a splendid
match.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But Jane,&rdquo; continued Canler, &ldquo;I cannot understand her. She
puts me off first on one ground and then another. I have always the feeling
that she breathes a sigh of relief every time I bid her good-by.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut,&rdquo; said Professor Porter. &ldquo;Tut, tut, Mr. Canler.
Jane is a most obedient daughter. She will do precisely as I tell her.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then I can still count on your support?&rdquo; asked Canler, a tone of
relief marking his voice.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Certainly, sir; certainly, sir,&rdquo; exclaimed Professor Porter.
&ldquo;How could you doubt it?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There is young Clayton, you know,&rdquo; suggested Canler. &ldquo;He has
been hanging about for months. I don&rsquo;t know that Jane cares for him; but
beside his title they say he has inherited a very considerable estate from his
father, and it might not be strange,&mdash;if he finally won her,
unless&mdash;&rdquo; and Canler paused.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut&mdash;tut, Mr. Canler; unless&mdash;what?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Unless, you see fit to request that Jane and I be married at
once,&rdquo; said Canler, slowly and distinctly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have already suggested to Jane that it would be desirable,&rdquo; said
Professor Porter sadly, &ldquo;for we can no longer afford to keep up this
house, and live as her associations demand.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What was her reply?&rdquo; asked Canler.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;She said she was not ready to marry anyone yet,&rdquo; replied Professor
Porter, &ldquo;and that we could go and live upon the farm in northern
Wisconsin which her mother left her.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is a little more than self-supporting. The tenants have always made a
living from it, and been able to send Jane a trifle beside, each year. She is
planning on our going up there the first of the week. Philander and Mr. Clayton
have already gone to get things in readiness for us.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Clayton has gone there?&rdquo; exclaimed Canler, visibly chagrined.
&ldquo;Why was I not told? I would gladly have gone and seen that every comfort
was provided.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Jane feels that we are already too much in your debt, Mr. Canler,&rdquo;
said Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
Canler was about to reply, when the sound of footsteps came from the hall
without, and Jane entered the room.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, I beg your pardon!&rdquo; she exclaimed, pausing on the threshold.
&ldquo;I thought you were alone, papa.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is only I, Jane,&rdquo; said Canler, who had risen,
&ldquo;won&rsquo;t you come in and join the family group? We were just speaking
of you.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Jane, entering and taking the chair Canler placed
for her. &ldquo;I only wanted to tell papa that Tobey is coming down from the
college tomorrow to pack his books. I want you to be sure, papa, to indicate
all that you can do without until fall. Please don&rsquo;t carry this entire
library to Wisconsin, as you would have carried it to Africa, if I had not put
my foot down.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Was Tobey here?&rdquo; asked Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, I just left him. He and Esmeralda are exchanging religious
experiences on the back porch now.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, I must see him at once!&rdquo; cried the professor.
&ldquo;Excuse me just a moment, children,&rdquo; and the old man hastened from
the room.
</p>

<p>
As soon as he was out of earshot Canler turned to Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;See here, Jane,&rdquo; he said bluntly. &ldquo;How long is this thing
going on like this? You haven&rsquo;t refused to marry me, but you
haven&rsquo;t promised either. I want to get the license tomorrow, so that we
can be married quietly before you leave for Wisconsin. I don&rsquo;t care for
any fuss or feathers, and I&rsquo;m sure you don&rsquo;t either.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The girl turned cold, but she held her head bravely.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Your father wishes it, you know,&rdquo; added Canler.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, I know.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She spoke scarcely above a whisper.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you realize that you are buying me, Mr. Canler?&rdquo; she said
finally, and in a cold, level voice. &ldquo;Buying me for a few paltry dollars?
Of course you do, Robert Canler, and the hope of just such a contingency was in
your mind when you loaned papa the money for that hair-brained escapade, which
but for a most mysterious circumstance would have been surprisingly successful.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you, Mr. Canler, would have been the most surprised. You had no idea
that the venture would succeed. You are too good a businessman for that. And
you are too good a businessman to loan money for buried treasure seeking, or to
loan money without security&mdash;unless you had some special object in view.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You knew that without security you had a greater hold on the honor of
the Porters than with it. You knew the one best way to force me to marry you,
without seeming to force me.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have never mentioned the loan. In any other man I should have
thought that the prompting of a magnanimous and noble character. But you are
deep, Mr. Robert Canler. I know you better than you think I know you.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I shall certainly marry you if there is no other way, but let us
understand each other once and for all.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
While she spoke Robert Canler had alternately flushed and paled, and when she
ceased speaking he arose, and with a cynical smile upon his strong face, said:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You surprise me, Jane. I thought you had more self-control&mdash;more
pride. Of course you are right. I am buying you, and I knew that you knew it,
but I thought you would prefer to pretend that it was otherwise. I should have
thought your self respect and your Porter pride would have shrunk from
admitting, even to yourself, that you were a bought woman. But have it your own
way, dear girl,&rdquo; he added lightly. &ldquo;I am going to have you, and
that is all that interests me.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Without a word the girl turned and left the room.
</p>

<p>
Jane was not married before she left with her father and Esmeralda for her
little Wisconsin farm, and as she coldly bid Robert Canler goodby as her train
pulled out, he called to her that he would join them in a week or two.
</p>

<p>
At their destination they were met by Clayton and Mr. Philander in a huge
touring car belonging to the former, and quickly whirled away through the dense
northern woods toward the little farm which the girl had not visited before
since childhood.
</p>

<p>
The farmhouse, which stood on a little elevation some hundred yards from the
tenant house, had undergone a complete transformation during the three weeks
that Clayton and Mr. Philander had been there.
</p>

<p>
The former had imported a small army of carpenters and plasterers, plumbers and
painters from a distant city, and what had been but a dilapidated shell when
they reached it was now a cosy little two-story house filled with every modern
convenience procurable in so short a time.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why, Mr. Clayton, what have you done?&rdquo; cried Jane Porter, her
heart sinking within her as she realized the probable size of the expenditure
that had been made.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;S-sh,&rdquo; cautioned Clayton. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t let your father
guess. If you don&rsquo;t tell him he will never notice, and I simply
couldn&rsquo;t think of him living in the terrible squalor and sordidness which
Mr. Philander and I found. It was so little when I would like to do so much,
Jane. For his sake, please, never mention it.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you know that we can&rsquo;t repay you,&rdquo; cried the girl.
&ldquo;Why do you want to put me under such terrible obligations?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t, Jane,&rdquo; said Clayton sadly. &ldquo;If it had been just
you, believe me, I wouldn&rsquo;t have done it, for I knew from the start that
it would only hurt me in your eyes, but I couldn&rsquo;t think of that dear old
man living in the hole we found here. Won&rsquo;t you please believe that I did
it just for him and give me that little crumb of pleasure at least?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do believe you, Mr. Clayton,&rdquo; said the girl, &ldquo;because I
know you are big enough and generous enough to have done it just for
him&mdash;and, oh Cecil, I wish I might repay you as you deserve&mdash;as you
would wish.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why can&rsquo;t you, Jane?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Because I love another.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Canler?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you are going to marry him. He told me as much before I left
Baltimore.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The girl winced.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not love him,&rdquo; she said, almost proudly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Is it because of the money, Jane?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She nodded.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then am I so much less desirable than Canler? I have money enough, and
far more, for every need,&rdquo; he said bitterly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not love you, Cecil,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;but I respect you. If
I must disgrace myself by such a bargain with any man, I prefer that it be one
I already despise. I should loathe the man to whom I sold myself without love,
whomsoever he might be. You will be happier,&rdquo; she concluded,
&ldquo;alone&mdash;with my respect and friendship, than with me and my
contempt.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He did not press the matter further, but if ever a man had murder in his heart
it was William Cecil Clayton, Lord Greystoke, when, a week later, Robert Canler
drew up before the farmhouse in his purring six cylinder.
</p>

<p>
A week passed; a tense, uneventful, but uncomfortable week for all the inmates
of the little Wisconsin farmhouse.
</p>

<p>
Canler was insistent that Jane marry him at once.
</p>

<p>
At length she gave in from sheer loathing of the continued and hateful
importuning.
</p>

<p>
It was agreed that on the morrow Canler was to drive to town and bring back the
license and a minister.
</p>

<p>
Clayton had wanted to leave as soon as the plan was announced, but the
girl&rsquo;s tired, hopeless look kept him. He could not desert her.
</p>

<p>
Something might happen yet, he tried to console himself by thinking. And in his
heart, he knew that it would require but a tiny spark to turn his hatred for
Canler into the blood lust of the killer.
</p>

<p>
Early the next morning Canler set out for town.
</p>

<p>
In the east smoke could be seen lying low over the forest, for a fire had been
raging for a week not far from them, but the wind still lay in the west and no
danger threatened them.
</p>

<p>
About noon Jane started off for a walk. She would not let Clayton accompany
her. She wanted to be alone, she said, and he respected her wishes.
</p>

<p>
In the house Professor Porter and Mr. Philander were immersed in an absorbing
discussion of some weighty scientific problem. Esmeralda dozed in the kitchen,
and Clayton, heavy-eyed after a sleepless night, threw himself down upon the
couch in the living room and soon dropped into a fitful slumber.
</p>

<p>
To the east the black smoke clouds rose higher into the heavens, suddenly they
eddied, and then commenced to drift rapidly toward the west.
</p>

<p>
On and on they came. The inmates of the tenant house were gone, for it was
market day, and none was there to see the rapid approach of the fiery demon.
</p>

<p>
Soon the flames had spanned the road to the south and cut off Canler&rsquo;s
return. A little fluctuation of the wind now carried the path of the forest
fire to the north, then blew back and the flames nearly stood still as though
held in leash by some master hand.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly, out of the northeast, a great black car came careening down the road.
</p>

<p>
With a jolt it stopped before the cottage, and a black-haired giant leaped out
to run up onto the porch. Without a pause he rushed into the house. On the
couch lay Clayton. The man started in surprise, but with a bound was at the
side of the sleeping man.
</p>

<p>
Shaking him roughly by the shoulder, he cried:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;My God, Clayton, are you all mad here? Don&rsquo;t you know you are
nearly surrounded by fire? Where is Miss Porter?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton sprang to his feet. He did not recognize the man, but he understood the
words and was upon the veranda in a bound.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Scott!&rdquo; he cried, and then, dashing back into the house,
&ldquo;Jane! Jane! where are you?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
In an instant Esmeralda, Professor Porter and Mr. Philander had joined the two
men.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Where is Miss Jane?&rdquo; cried Clayton, seizing Esmeralda by the
shoulders and shaking her roughly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Oh, Gaberelle, Mister Clayton, she done gone for a walk.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Hasn&rsquo;t she come back yet?&rdquo; and, without waiting for a reply,
Clayton dashed out into the yard, followed by the others. &ldquo;Which way did
she go?&rdquo; cried the black-haired giant of Esmeralda.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Down that road,&rdquo; cried the frightened woman, pointing toward the
south where a mighty wall of roaring flames shut out the view.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Put these people in the other car,&rdquo; shouted the stranger to
Clayton. &ldquo;I saw one as I drove up&mdash;and get them out of here by the
north road.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Leave my car here. If I find Miss Porter we shall need it. If I
don&rsquo;t, no one will need it. Do as I say,&rdquo; as Clayton hesitated, and
then they saw the lithe figure bound away across the clearing toward the
northwest where the forest still stood, untouched by flame.
</p>

<p>
In each rose the unaccountable feeling that a great responsibility had been
raised from their shoulders; a kind of implicit confidence in the power of the
stranger to save Jane if she could be saved.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Who was that?&rdquo; asked Professor Porter.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know,&rdquo; replied Clayton. &ldquo;He called me by name and
he knew Jane, for he asked for her. And he called Esmeralda by name.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;There was something most startlingly familiar about him,&rdquo;
exclaimed Mr. Philander, &ldquo;And yet, bless me, I know I never saw him
before.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut!&rdquo; cried Professor Porter. &ldquo;Most remarkable! Who
could it have been, and why do I feel that Jane is safe, now that he has set
out in search of her?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t tell you, Professor,&rdquo; said Clayton soberly,
&ldquo;but I know I have the same uncanny feeling.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But come,&rdquo; he cried, &ldquo;we must get out of here ourselves, or
we shall be shut off,&rdquo; and the party hastened toward Clayton&rsquo;s car.
</p>

<p>
When Jane turned to retrace her steps homeward, she was alarmed to note how
near the smoke of the forest fire seemed, and as she hastened onward her alarm
became almost a panic when she perceived that the rushing flames were rapidly
forcing their way between herself and the cottage.
</p>

<p>
At length she was compelled to turn into the dense thicket and attempt to force
her way to the west in an effort to circle around the flames and reach the
house.
</p>

<p>
In a short time the futility of her attempt became apparent and then her one
hope lay in retracing her steps to the road and flying for her life to the
south toward the town.
</p>

<p>
The twenty minutes that it took her to regain the road was all that had been
needed to cut off her retreat as effectually as her advance had been cut off
before.
</p>

<p>
A short run down the road brought her to a horrified stand, for there before
her was another wall of flame. An arm of the main conflagration had shot out a
half mile south of its parent to embrace this tiny strip of road in its
implacable clutches.
</p>

<p>
Jane knew that it was useless again to attempt to force her way through the
undergrowth.
</p>

<p>
She had tried it once, and failed. Now she realized that it would be but a
matter of minutes ere the whole space between the north and the south would be
a seething mass of billowing flames.
</p>

<p>
Calmly the girl kneeled down in the dust of the roadway and prayed for strength
to meet her fate bravely, and for the delivery of her father and her friends
from death.
</p>

<p>
Suddenly she heard her name being called aloud through the forest:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Jane! Jane Porter!&rdquo; It rang strong and clear, but in a strange
voice.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Here!&rdquo; she called in reply. &ldquo;Here! In the roadway!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Then through the branches of the trees she saw a figure swinging with the speed
of a squirrel.
</p>

<p>
A veering of the wind blew a cloud of smoke about them and she could no longer
see the man who was speeding toward her, but suddenly she felt a great arm
about her. Then she was lifted up, and she felt the rushing of the wind and the
occasional brush of a branch as she was borne along.
</p>

<p>
She opened her eyes.
</p>

<p>
Far below her lay the undergrowth and the hard earth.
</p>

<p>
About her was the waving foliage of the forest.
</p>

<p>
From tree to tree swung the giant figure which bore her, and it seemed to Jane
that she was living over in a dream the experience that had been hers in that
far African jungle.
</p>

<p>
Oh, if it were but the same man who had borne her so swiftly through the
tangled verdure on that other day! but that was impossible! Yet who else in all
the world was there with the strength and agility to do what this man was now
doing?
</p>

<p>
She stole a sudden glance at the face close to hers, and then she gave a little
frightened gasp. It was he!
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;My forest man!&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;No, I must be
delirious!&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, your man, Jane Porter. Your savage, primeval man come out of the
jungle to claim his mate&mdash;the woman who ran away from him,&rdquo; he added
almost fiercely.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I did not run away,&rdquo; she whispered. &ldquo;I would only consent to
leave when they had waited a week for you to return.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
They had come to a point beyond the fire now, and he had turned back to the
clearing.
</p>

<p>
Side by side they were walking toward the cottage. The wind had changed once
more and the fire was burning back upon itself&mdash;another hour like that and
it would be burned out.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why did you not return?&rdquo; she asked.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I was nursing D&rsquo;Arnot. He was badly wounded.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Ah, I knew it!&rdquo; she exclaimed.
&ldquo;They said you had gone to join the blacks&mdash;that they were your
people.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But you did not believe them, Jane?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No;&mdash;what shall I call you?&rdquo; she asked. &ldquo;What is your
name?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I was Tarzan of the Apes when you first knew me,&rdquo; he said.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tarzan of the Apes!&rdquo; she cried&mdash;&ldquo;and that was your note
I answered when I left?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes, whose did you think it was?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I did not know; only that it could not be yours, for Tarzan of the Apes
had written in English, and you could not understand a word of any
language.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Again he laughed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is a long story, but it was I who wrote what I could not
speak&mdash;and now D&rsquo;Arnot has made matters worse by teaching me to
speak French instead of English.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Come,&rdquo; he added, &ldquo;jump into my car, we must overtake your
father, they are only a little way ahead.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
As they drove along, he said:
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Then when you said in your note to Tarzan of the Apes that you loved
another&mdash;you might have meant me?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I might have,&rdquo; she answered, simply.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But in Baltimore&mdash;Oh, how I have searched for you&mdash;they told
me you would possibly be married by now. That a man named Canler had come up
here to wed you. Is that true?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you love him?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you love me?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She buried her face in her hands.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am promised to another. I cannot answer you, Tarzan of the
Apes,&rdquo; she cried.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You have answered. Now, tell me why you would marry one you do not
love.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;My father owes him money.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Suddenly there came back to Tarzan the memory of the letter he had
read&mdash;and the name Robert Canler and the hinted trouble which he had been
unable to understand then.
</p>

<p>
He smiled.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If your father had not lost the treasure you would not feel forced to
keep your promise to this man Canler?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I could ask him to release me.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And if he refused?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I have given my promise.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
He was silent for a moment. The car was plunging along the uneven road at a
reckless pace, for the fire showed threateningly at their right, and another
change of the wind might sweep it on with raging fury across this one avenue of
escape.
</p>

<p>
Finally they passed the danger point, and Tarzan reduced their speed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Suppose I should ask him?&rdquo; ventured Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He would scarcely accede to the demand of a stranger,&rdquo; said the
girl. &ldquo;Especially one who wanted me himself.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Terkoz did,&rdquo; said Tarzan, grimly.
</p>

<p>
Jane shuddered and looked fearfully up at the giant figure beside her, for she
knew that he meant the great anthropoid he had killed in her defense.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;This is not the African jungle,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;You are no
longer a savage beast. You are a gentleman, and gentlemen do not kill in cold
blood.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am still a wild beast at heart,&rdquo; he said, in a low voice, as
though to himself.
</p>

<p>
Again they were silent for a time.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Jane,&rdquo; said the man, at length, &ldquo;if you were free, would you
marry me?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
She did not reply at once, but he waited patiently.
</p>

<p>
The girl was trying to collect her thoughts.
</p>

<p>
What did she know of this strange creature at her side? What did he know of
himself? Who was he? Who, his parents?
</p>

<p>
Why, his very name echoed his mysterious origin and his savage life.
</p>

<p>
He had no name. Could she be happy with this jungle waif? Could she find
anything in common with a husband whose life had been spent in the tree tops of
an African wilderness, frolicking and fighting with fierce anthropoids; tearing
his food from the quivering flank of fresh-killed prey, sinking his strong
teeth into raw flesh, and tearing away his portion while his mates growled and
fought about him for their share?
</p>

<p>
Could he ever rise to her social sphere? Could she bear to think of sinking to
his? Would either be happy in such a horrible misalliance?
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not answer,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Do you shrink from wounding
me?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not know what answer to make,&rdquo; said Jane sadly. &ldquo;I do
not know my own mind.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not love me, then?&rdquo; he asked, in a level tone.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do not ask me. You will be happier without me. You were never meant for
the formal restrictions and conventionalities of society&mdash;civilization
would become irksome to you, and in a little while you would long for the
freedom of your old life&mdash;a life to which I am as totally unfitted as you
to mine.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I think I understand you,&rdquo; he replied quietly. &ldquo;I shall not
urge you, for I would rather see you happy than to be happy myself. I see now
that you could not be happy with&mdash;an ape.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
There was just the faintest tinge of bitterness in his voice.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t,&rdquo; she remonstrated. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t say that. You
do not understand.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
But before she could go on a sudden turn in the road brought them into the
midst of a little hamlet.
</p>

<p>
Before them stood Clayton&rsquo;s car surrounded by the party he had brought
from the cottage.
</p>

</div><!--end chapter-->

<div class="chapter">

<h2><a id="chap28"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII.<br >
Conclusion</h2>

<p>
At the sight of Jane, cries of relief and delight broke from every lip, and as
Tarzan&rsquo;s car stopped beside the other, Professor Porter caught his
daughter in his arms.
</p>

<p>
For a moment no one noticed Tarzan, sitting silently in his seat.
</p>

<p>
Clayton was the first to remember, and, turning, held out his hand.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;How can we ever thank you?&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;You have saved us
all. You called me by name at the cottage, but I do not seem to recall yours,
though there is something very familiar about you. It is as though I had known
you well under very different conditions a long time ago.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan smiled as he took the proffered hand.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton,&rdquo; he said, in French.
&ldquo;You will pardon me if I do not speak to you in English. I am just
learning it, and while I understand it fairly well I speak it very
poorly.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;But who are you?&rdquo; insisted Clayton, speaking in French this time
himself.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tarzan of the Apes.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton started back in surprise.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;By Jove!&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;It is true.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
And Professor Porter and Mr. Philander pressed forward to add their thanks to
Clayton&rsquo;s, and to voice their surprise and pleasure at seeing their
jungle friend so far from his savage home.
</p>

<p>
The party now entered the modest little hostelry, where Clayton soon made
arrangements for their entertainment.
</p>

<p>
They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor when the distant chugging of an
approaching automobile caught their attention.
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the window, looked out as the car drew in
sight, finally stopping beside the other automobiles.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me!&rdquo; said Mr. Philander, a shade of annoyance in his tone.
&ldquo;It is Mr. Canler. I had hoped, er&mdash;I had thought
or&mdash;er&mdash;how very happy we should be that he was not caught in the
fire,&rdquo; he ended lamely.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut! Mr. Philander,&rdquo; said Professor Porter. &ldquo;Tut, tut!
I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr.
Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet
silence.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me, yes!&rdquo; acquiesced Mr. Philander. &ldquo;But who is the
clerical appearing gentleman with him?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Jane blanched.
</p>

<p>
Clayton moved uneasily in his chair.
</p>

<p>
Professor Porter removed his spectacles nervously, and breathed upon them, but
replaced them on his nose without wiping.
</p>

<p>
The ubiquitous Esmeralda grunted.
</p>

<p>
Only Tarzan did not comprehend.
</p>

<p>
Presently Robert Canler burst into the room.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Thank God!&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;I feared the worst, until I saw your
car, Clayton. I was cut off on the south road and had to go away back to town,
and then strike east to this road. I thought we&rsquo;d never reach the
cottage.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
No one seemed to enthuse much. Tarzan eyed Robert Canler as Sabor eyes her
prey.
</p>

<p>
Jane glanced at him and coughed nervously.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Mr. Canler,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;this is Monsieur Tarzan, an old
friend.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Canler turned and extended his hand. Tarzan rose and bowed as only
D&rsquo;Arnot could have taught a gentleman to do it, but he did not seem to
see Canler&rsquo;s hand.
</p>

<p>
Nor did Canler appear to notice the oversight.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;This is the Reverend Mr. Tousley, Jane,&rdquo; said Canler, turning to
the clerical party behind him. &ldquo;Mr. Tousley, Miss Porter.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Tousley bowed and beamed.
</p>

<p>
Canler introduced him to the others.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We can have the ceremony at once, Jane,&rdquo; said Canler. &ldquo;Then
you and I can catch the midnight train in town.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan understood the plan instantly. He glanced out of half-closed eyes at
Jane, but he did not move.
</p>

<p>
The girl hesitated. The room was tense with the silence of taut nerves.
</p>

<p>
All eyes turned toward Jane, awaiting her reply.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t we wait a few days?&rdquo; she asked. &ldquo;I am all
unstrung. I have been through so much today.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Canler felt the hostility that emanated from each member of the party. It made
him angry.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;We have waited as long as I intend to wait,&rdquo; he said roughly.
&ldquo;You have promised to marry me. I shall be played with no longer. I have
the license and here is the preacher. Come Mr. Tousley; come Jane. There are
plenty of witnesses&mdash;more than enough,&rdquo; he added with a disagreeable
inflection; and taking Jane Porter by the arm, he started to lead her toward
the waiting minister.
</p>

<p>
But scarcely had he taken a single step ere a heavy hand closed upon his arm
with a grip of steel.
</p>

<p>
Another hand shot to his throat and in a moment he was being shaken high above
the floor, as a cat might shake a mouse.
</p>

<p>
Jane turned in horrified surprise toward Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
And, as she looked into his face, she saw the crimson band upon his forehead
that she had seen that other day in far distant Africa, when Tarzan of the Apes
had closed in mortal combat with the great anthropoid&mdash;Terkoz.
</p>

<p>
She knew that murder lay in that savage heart, and with a little cry of horror
she sprang forward to plead with the ape-man. But her fears were more for
Tarzan than for Canler. She realized the stern retribution which justice metes
to the murderer.
</p>

<p>
Before she could reach them, however, Clayton had jumped to Tarzan&rsquo;s side
and attempted to drag Canler from his grasp.
</p>

<p>
With a single sweep of one mighty arm the Englishman was hurled across the
room, and then Jane laid a firm white hand upon Tarzan&rsquo;s wrist, and
looked up into his eyes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;For my sake,&rdquo; she said.
</p>

<p>
The grasp upon Canler&rsquo;s throat relaxed.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan looked down into the beautiful face before him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you wish this to live?&rdquo; he asked in surprise.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I do not wish him to die at your hands, my friend,&rdquo; she replied.
&ldquo;I do not wish you to become a murderer.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan removed his hand from Canler&rsquo;s throat.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Do you release her from her promise?&rdquo; he asked. &ldquo;It is the
price of your life.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Canler, gasping for breath, nodded.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Will you go away and never molest her further?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Again the man nodded his head, his face distorted by fear of the death that had
been so close.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan released him, and Canler staggered toward the door. In another moment he
was gone, and the terror-stricken preacher with him.
</p>

<p>
Tarzan turned toward Jane.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;May I speak with you for a moment, alone,&rdquo; he asked.
</p>

<p>
The girl nodded and started toward the door leading to the narrow veranda of
the little hotel. She passed out to await Tarzan and so did not hear the
conversation which followed.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Wait,&rdquo; cried Professor Porter, as Tarzan was about to follow.
</p>

<p>
The professor had been stricken dumb with surprise by the rapid developments of
the past few minutes.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Before we go further, sir, I should like an explanation of the events
which have just transpired. By what right, sir, did you interfere between my
daughter and Mr. Canler? I had promised him her hand, sir, and regardless of
our personal likes or dislikes, sir, that promise must be kept.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I interfered, Professor Porter,&rdquo; replied Tarzan, &ldquo;because
your daughter does not love Mr. Canler&mdash;she does not wish to marry him.
That is enough for me to know.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You do not know what you have done,&rdquo; said Professor Porter.
&ldquo;Now he will doubtless refuse to marry her.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;He most certainly will,&rdquo; said Tarzan, emphatically.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;And further,&rdquo; added Tarzan, &ldquo;you need not fear that your
pride will suffer, Professor Porter, for you will be able to pay the Canler
person what you owe him the moment you reach home.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Tut, tut, sir!&rdquo; exclaimed Professor Porter. &ldquo;What do you
mean, sir?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Your treasure has been found,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What&mdash;what is that you are saying?&rdquo; cried the professor.
&ldquo;You are mad, man. It cannot be.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It is, though. It was I who stole it, not knowing either its value or to
whom it belonged. I saw the sailors bury it, and, ape-like, I had to dig it up
and bury it again elsewhere. When D&rsquo;Arnot told me what it was and what it
meant to you I returned to the jungle and recovered it. It had caused so much
crime and suffering and sorrow that D&rsquo;Arnot thought it best not to
attempt to bring the treasure itself on here, as had been my intention, so I
have brought a letter of credit instead.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Here it is, Professor Porter,&rdquo; and Tarzan drew an envelope from
his pocket and handed it to the astonished professor, &ldquo;two hundred and
forty-one thousand dollars. The treasure was most carefully appraised by
experts, but lest there should be any question in your mind, D&rsquo;Arnot
himself bought it and is holding it for you, should you prefer the treasure to
the credit.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;To the already great burden of the obligations we owe you, sir,&rdquo;
said Professor Porter, with trembling voice, &ldquo;is now added this greatest
of all services. You have given me the means to save my honor.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Clayton, who had left the room a moment after Canler, now returned.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Pardon me,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I think we had better try to reach
town before dark and take the first train out of this forest. A native just
rode by from the north, who reports that the fire is moving slowly in this
direction.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
This announcement broke up further conversation, and the entire party went out
to the waiting automobiles.
</p>

<p>
Clayton, with Jane, the professor and Esmeralda occupied Clayton&rsquo;s car,
while Tarzan took Mr. Philander in with him.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Bless me!&rdquo; exclaimed Mr. Philander, as the car moved off after
Clayton. &ldquo;Who would ever have thought it possible! The last time I saw
you you were a veritable wild man, skipping about among the branches of a
tropical African forest, and now you are driving me along a Wisconsin road in a
French automobile. Bless me! But it is most remarkable.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; assented Tarzan, and then, after a pause, &ldquo;Mr.
Philander, do you recall any of the details of the finding and burying of three
skeletons found in my cabin beside that African jungle?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Very distinctly, sir, very distinctly,&rdquo; replied Mr. Philander.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Was there anything peculiar about any of those skeletons?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Mr. Philander eyed Tarzan narrowly.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Why do you ask?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;It means a great deal to me to know,&rdquo; replied Tarzan. &ldquo;Your
answer may clear up a mystery. It can do no worse, at any rate, than to leave
it still a mystery. I have been entertaining a theory concerning those
skeletons for the past two months, and I want you to answer my question to the
best of your knowledge&mdash;were the three skeletons you buried all human
skeletons?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Mr. Philander, &ldquo;the smallest one, the one found in
the crib, was the skeleton of an anthropoid ape.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Tarzan.
</p>

<p>
In the car ahead, Jane was thinking fast and furiously. She had felt the
purpose for which Tarzan had asked a few words with her, and she knew that she
must be prepared to give him an answer in the very near future.
</p>

<p>
He was not the sort of person one could put off, and somehow that very thought
made her wonder if she did not really fear him.
</p>

<p>
And could she love where she feared?
</p>

<p>
She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that far-off
jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.
</p>

<p>
Nor did the immaculate young Frenchman appeal to the primal woman in her, as
had the stalwart forest god.
</p>

<p>
Did she love him? She did not know&mdash;now.
</p>

<p>
She glanced at Clayton out of the corner of her eye. Was not here a man trained
in the same school of environment in which she had been trained&mdash;a man
with social position and culture such as she had been taught to consider as the
prime essentials to congenial association?
</p>

<p>
Did not her best judgment point to this young English nobleman, whose love she
knew to be of the sort a civilized woman should crave, as the logical mate for
such as herself?
</p>

<p>
Could she love Clayton? She could see no reason why she could not. Jane was not
coldly calculating by nature, but training, environment and heredity had all
combined to teach her to reason even in matters of the heart.
</p>

<p>
That she had been carried off her feet by the strength of the young giant when
his great arms were about her in the distant African forest, and again today,
in the Wisconsin woods, seemed to her only attributable to a temporary mental
reversion to type on her part&mdash;to the psychological appeal of the primeval
man to the primeval woman in her nature.
</p>

<p>
If he should never touch her again, she reasoned, she would never feel
attracted toward him. She had not loved him, then. It had been nothing more
than a passing hallucination, super-induced by excitement and by personal
contact.
</p>

<p>
Excitement would not always mark their future relations, should she marry him,
and the power of personal contact eventually would be dulled by familiarity.
</p>

<p>
Again she glanced at Clayton. He was very handsome and every inch a gentleman.
She should be very proud of such a husband.
</p>

<p>
And then he spoke&mdash;a minute sooner or a minute later might have made all
the difference in the world to three lives&mdash;but chance stepped in and
pointed out to Clayton the psychological moment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are free now, Jane,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Won&rsquo;t you say
yes&mdash;I will devote my life to making you very happy.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; she whispered.
</p>

<p>
That evening in the little waiting room at the station Tarzan caught Jane alone
for a moment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;You are free now, Jane,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and I have come across
the ages out of the dim and distant past from the lair of the primeval man to
claim you&mdash;for your sake I have become a civilized man&mdash;for your sake
I have crossed oceans and continents&mdash;for your sake I will be whatever you
will me to be. I can make you happy, Jane, in the life you know and love best.
Will you marry me?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
For the first time she realized the depths of the man&rsquo;s love&mdash;all
that he had accomplished in so short a time solely for love of her. Turning her
head she buried her face in her arms.
</p>

<p>
What had she done? Because she had been afraid she might succumb to the pleas
of this giant, she had burned her bridges behind her&mdash;in her groundless
apprehension that she might make a terrible mistake, she had made a worse one.
</p>

<p>
And then she told him all&mdash;told him the truth word by word, without
attempting to shield herself or condone her error.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;What can we do?&rdquo; he asked. &ldquo;You have admitted that you love
me. You know that I love you; but I do not know the ethics of society by which
you are governed. I shall leave the decision to you, for you know best what
will be for your eventual welfare.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I cannot tell him, Tarzan,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;He too, loves me, and
he is a good man. I could never face you nor any other honest person if I
repudiated my promise to Mr. Clayton. I shall have to keep it&mdash;and you
must help me bear the burden, though we may not see each other again after
tonight.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
The others were entering the room now and Tarzan turned toward the little
window.
</p>

<p>
But he saw nothing outside&mdash;within he saw a patch of greensward surrounded
by a matted mass of gorgeous tropical plants and flowers, and, above, the
waving foliage of mighty trees, and, over all, the blue of an equatorial sky.
</p>

<p>
In the center of the greensward a young woman sat upon a little mound of earth,
and beside her sat a young giant. They ate pleasant fruit and looked into each
other&rsquo;s eyes and smiled. They were very happy, and they were all alone.
</p>

<p>
His thoughts were broken in upon by the station agent who entered asking if
there was a gentleman by the name of Tarzan in the party.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I am Monsieur Tarzan,&rdquo; said the ape-man.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;Here is a message for you, forwarded from Baltimore; it is a cablegram
from Paris.&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
Tarzan took the envelope and tore it open. The message was from D&rsquo;Arnot.
</p>

<p>
It read:
</p>

<p class="letter">
Fingerprints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.<br >
D&rsquo;ARNOT.
</p>

<p>
As Tarzan finished reading, Clayton entered and came toward him with extended
hand.
</p>

<p>
Here was the man who had Tarzan&rsquo;s title, and Tarzan&rsquo;s estates, and
was going to marry the woman whom Tarzan loved&mdash;the woman who loved
Tarzan. A single word from Tarzan would make a great difference in this
man&rsquo;s life.
</p>

<p>
It would take away his title and his lands and his castles, and&mdash;it would
take them away from Jane Porter also. &ldquo;I say, old man,&rdquo; cried
Clayton, &ldquo;I haven&rsquo;t had a chance to thank you for all you&rsquo;ve
done for us. It seems as though you had your hands full saving our lives in
Africa and here.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m awfully glad you came on here. We must get better acquainted.
I often thought about you, you know, and the remarkable circumstances of your
environment.
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;If it&rsquo;s any of my business, how the devil did you ever get into
that bally jungle?&rdquo;
</p>

<p>
&ldquo;I was born there,&rdquo; said Tarzan, quietly. &ldquo;My mother was an
Ape, and of course she couldn&rsquo;t tell me much about it. I never knew who
my father was.&rdquo;
</p>

<p class="center">
FOR THE<br >
FURTHER ADVENTURES OF LORD GREYSTOKE<br >
READ THE RETURN OF TARZAN
</p>

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