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der, will result in an irrepara ble de lay. for was just ro#tng over to Tob- tain this pamphlet. A nd it was with the greatest difficulty that persuad- ed him to return to shore without re sorting to force, < concluded MT. Phil an61er.
 Miss Strong and her mother were very brave under the strain of almost constant apprehension of the attacks of savage beasfs. nor were they quite able to accept so readil ' as tbe others the theory that ] ane. Clayton and M Thuran had been picked up safely. Jane Porter's Esmeralda was in a constant state of fears at the cruel fate which had separated her from her 4tpo li1e honey. s'
 ys Lord Tennington.s great hearted {. good nature never deserted him for a < moment He WAS still the jovial host. | seeking always for the comfort and
 pleasure of his guests. With the men of his yacht he remained the just but 2 firm colnmander. There was never any more question in the jungle than ! there had been On board the Lady Alice as to Y ho was the final authori ty in all questions of nm portance and in alh emergencies requiring cool and { intelligent leadership
 Could this well organized and com paratively secure party of ca staYa ys l have seen the ra gged. fear haunted trio a few miles south of them they would scarcely have recognized in
 them the formerly immaculate mem
 bers of the little company that had
 laughed and played upon the Lady l Alice.
 Clayton and M Thuran were als
 most naked. so torn had their clothes been by the thorn bushes and tangled
 vegetation of the matted Jungle through l which they had been compelled to force their way in search of their ever more difficult food supply.
 Jane Porter had Of course. not been subjected to these strenuous expedi lions, but her apparel was neverthe- less, in sad state of dIsrepair. Clayton, for lack of any better pccu-
 ,ation bat hcarefully say ed the skin Of
 every animal they had killed By stretching them upon the stems Of
 trees and diligently scraping them, he had managed to save them in fair condition. and now that his clothes were threatening to cover his naked ness no longer, he commenced to fash ion rude garment of them, using a sharp thorn for a needle and bits of
 tough grass and animal tendons in lieu
 Of thread.
 | The result when completed was a I sleeveless garment which fell nearly to | his knees Later Thuran also found it lAnecessary 10 construct a similar prini- l tive garment, so that. with their bare I legs and heavily bearded faces, they
 looked not unlike reincarnat lions of two
 prehistoric progenifors of the hulna n
 race. Thuran acted like one.
 Nearly two months of this existence had passed when the first great calam- 1 fly befell them. Thuran. down with an attack of jungle fever. lay in the shelter among the branches of their
 tree of refuge. Clayton had been into l the jungle a few hundred yards in search of food As he returned Jane I Porter walked to meet him Behind the man. cunning and crafty. crept an old and mangy lion. For three days his ancAent thews and sinews had I proved insufficient for the task of pro- viding his cavernous belly with meat. At last he had found nature wea kest l and most defenseIess creature
 Jane saw the lion but so frozen with l. horror was she that she could utter no sound. The fixed and terrified gaze of her fear Widened eyes spoke as plain ly to Clayton as words. quick 1 glance behind him revealed the hope
 lessness Of their situation. The lion was scarce thirty paces from them. l and they were equally as far from the I shelter. The man was armed with a stout stick-as efIicacious against a
 hungry lion. he realized. as a toy pop I gun charged with tethered cork
 Run. Jane.r cried Clayton .sQuick. 1 Run for the sheIter!- But her para lyzed muscles refused to respond, and she stood mute and rigid, staring with 1 ghastly countenance at the i wing death l creeping toward them. Clayton could endure the strain no longer. Turning g
 his back upon the beast. he buried his head in his arms and waited. The girl looked at him in horror. 1 Why did he not do something? If he must die, why not die like man, Bravely. beating at that terrible face with his puny stick. no matter how fu-
 tile it might Be Would Tarzan of
 the Apes have done thus2 Would he not. at least. have gone down to his ! death fighting heroicaIly to the last? Now the lion was crouching for the | spring that would end their young 1 lives beneath cruel. rending. yellow AdhSs- JaHe FoIt6Is saHh 10 Hef knees l in prayer. closing her eyes to shut out the last hideous instant
 Seconds dragged into minutes, long l minutes into an eternity, and yet the
 beast did not spring Clayton was al i most uncn1Nf 5ols from the prolonged
 agony of frIglsS His knees trembled l a moment more and he would collapse. Jane Porter could endure it no long
 CT. She opened her eyes Could she be dreaming?
 William , she whispered, sslook''