The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-03
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She 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 strange longing which he scarcely understood. As for the big black woman, she was evidently connected in some way with the girl, and so he liked her also.
 For the sailors, however, and espe- cially Snipes, he had developed a great hatred He knew by their threaten ing gestures and by the expressions upon their evil faces that they were enemies of the otheEs, and so he de- cided to watch them very closely.
 Tarzan wondered why the men had gone into the jungle. Never did it occur to him that one could become lost in that maze of undaEgrowth which to him was IS simple as the main street of yuur own home town.
 When he saw the sailors row away toward the ship and knew that the girl and her compa anion were safe in his cabin he 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 short time heard fafnfly in the distance the now only occasional calls of the Eng1ishman to his friends
 Presently Tazzan came up with the white man, who. most Jagged, was leaning against a, tree wiping the per spfration from his .forehead. The ape man, hiding safe behind a screen of foliage, sat watching this new speci- men of his own race fntentIy.
 At intervals sClaEton called aloud, and finally it came to Tarzan that he was searching for tie old men.
 Tarzan was on the point of going off to look for them himself when he caught the yellow g1int of sleek hide moving cautiously through the jungle toward Clayton. a 5.
 It was Sheeta, the leopard He 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 warming? Ney- CT before had Tarzan known Sheeta to be sn clumsy.
 No, the white man did not hear Sheeta was crouching for the spring, and. then, shrfll and horrible, there rose upon the stiffness of the jungle the awful cry of the challenging ape, and Sheeta turned, crashing into the underbrush.
 Clayton came to his feet with a start His blood ran cold Never had so fearful a sound smofe upon his ears He was no coward, but if ever man felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart Cecil Clayton, eldest son of Lord Greystoke of England, did that day in the fastness of the African jungle.
 The noise of some great body crash ing through the underbrush so close beside him and the sound of that blood curdlfng Ehriek from above tested Clayton'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-the real Lord Grey stoke ~ s'
 The afternoon was dra wing to close. and Clayton, disheartened and discouraged, was in a terrible .quan- diary as to the proper course to pursue, whether to keep on in search of Pro lessor 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 Porter from the perils which con frented her on all sides.
 He disliked to return to camp with out her father; still more he shrank from the thought of leaving her alone and unprotected in the hands of the mutineers of the Arrow or the hun dred unknown dangers of the jungle
 Possibly, too, he thought, before this the professor and Phi1ander. had re turned to camp. He started, stum- hIing back through the thick and mat ted underbrrsh in the direction that he thought the cabin lay.
 To Tarzan's surprise. the young man was heading farther into the jungle In the general direction of Mbonga's k1,< man was convinced that he was lost.
 The fierce jungle would make easy prey of this unprotected stranger in very short time if he were not guided quickly to the beach, thought Tarzan.
 Yes, there was Numa. the lion, even now stalking the white man a dozen paces to the right
 Clayton heard the great body paral- Ieling his course. and now there rose upon the evening air the great beasts 8hunderous roar. The man stopped with upraised spear and faced the brush from which issued the awful sound. The shadows were deepening darkness was coming on.
 For moment all was still. Clayton stood rigid with raised spear. Pres ently faint rustling of the bush be- hind him appraised him of the stealthy creeping of the thing. It was gather ing for a spring when at last he saw it, not twenty feet away-the long, 1.-the. muscular body and tawny head of a huge black u1aned lion.
 In agony the man watched, fearful to launch his spear, powerless to fly. He heard a noise in the tree above him Some new danger, he thought, sut he dared not take his eyes from the yellow green orbs before him. There was a sharp twang, like the sound of a broken banjo string, and al the same instant an arrow appeared Tn the yellow hide of the crouching lion.
 With q roar of pain and anger the beast sprang, but Clayton stumbled to