The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-21
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impulse Go reply with the haIlenge Of his kind His kind He had almost forgotten that he was man and not an ape. He tugged at his bonds God. if he could but get them near those strong teeth of his. He felt wild wave of madness sweep over him as his efforts to regain his liberty met with failure
 Nui1fa was roaring alfaost continu- ally now It was quite evident that he wa s coming down into the desert to hunt. It was the roar of hungry lion. Tarzan enyied him. for he was free. No lone would tie him with ropes and slaughter him like sheep. 1t was that which ga1led the ape-man He did not fear to die. no it was the humiliation of defeat before death, without even chance to battle for his life.
 s It must be near midnight, thought kTarzan. He had several hours to live. Possibly he would vet find way to take Rokoff with him on the long jour ney. He could hear the savage lord of the desert quite close by now Pos- sibly he sought his meat from among the penned animals within the douar.
 For long time silence reigned then THrzanss trained ears caught the sound Of stealthily moving body. It came from the side Of the tent nearest the mountains the back Nearer and nearer it came He waited, listening intently, for 1t to pass For time there was silence without such ter rible silence that Tarzan was surprised that he did not hear the breathing of the animal he felt sure must be crouch | ing close to the back wall Of his tent
 There It is moving again Closer at creeps Tarzan turns his head in the direction of the sound The inside Of the tent is black as ink Slowly the back rises from the ground, forced up by the head an a shoulders of body that looks all black in the blac ckness. Beyond IS faint glimpse of the dimly naoonH ghted desert
 A grim smile plays about Tarzan's g lips. At least ROkoH will be cheated How mad he will be! And death will be more merciful than lie could have hoped for at the hands of the Russian.
 Now tho back of the tent drops into place and all is darkness again what ever it is is inside the tent with him. He hears it creeping close to himnoEy it is beside him He closes his eyes and waits for the mighty paw Upon his upturned face falls the gentle touch of soft hand groping in the dark. and then girls voice in scarcely audt
 ble whisper pronounces his name. I Y6s. 1t is I. he whispers In reply But in the name of heaven who ar! I you 2s
 3 'sThe Ouled- Nall Of Sidi Aissa, came 1 the answer. While she spoke TarzaI could feel her working about his bonds I Occasiona1iy the cold steel Of a knife touched his hesh. A moment later hs was free.
 l COme!' She whispered.
 On hands and knees he followed hel
 ont Of the tent by the way she hat come She continued crawling thu, flat ko the ground until she reached , l little patch of shrub. There she halt ed until he gained her side For mo
 rnent he looked at her before he spoke d cannot understand, he said a
 last. Why are you here2 How dit
 you know that was prisoner in tha
 tent2 How does it happen that it ii l you who have saved me ?,
 She smiled 1T have come a Ion,
 way tonight. she said, and we have q long way to go before we shall be o1
 of danger. Come; shall tell you al about it as we go. 7
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