The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-01-02

'sHo, mates .' he cried Whats herei This sign was not posted an hour ago. or I'll eat theseoolk.''
 < The others gathered about, craning their neclzs 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. tsHi, perfesser,'' he called, ssstep for 'rd and read the b1oomin' notice.''
 Adjusting his spectacles, the profes- sor read aloud:
 THIS IS THE HOUSE OF TARTAN, THE KILLER OF BEASTS AND MANY DO NOT HARM THE THINGS WHICH ARE TARZAN'S.
 TARTAN WATCHES
 TARTAN OF THE APES.
 ''Who the devil is Tarzan?'' cried the sailor who had before spoken.
 ttHe evidently speaks Eng1ish,'' said the young man.
 "But what does sTarzan of the apes ?'' cried the girl.
 .'I do not know, Miss Porter" re piled the young man, unless we have. discovered a runaway simian. from the London zoo, who has brought back European education to his jungle home. What do you make of it, Professor Porter?n he added, turning to the old man.
 q reckon the daffy old bounder don't know no more'n we do about it, growled the rat faced sailor. @sKeep a civil tongue in your head, cried the young man, his face palng in anger at the insulting tone of the sailor You've murdered our officers and robbed US. We are absolutely in your power; but, so help me, you'll treat Professor Porter and Miss Por- ter with respect or I'll break that neck of yours with my bare hands-guns or no guns"
 William Cecil Clayton stepped so close to the rat faced sailor that the latter, though he bore two revolvers and villainous looking knife in his belt, slunk back abashed<
 seYouscoward!'' cried the young man. You've never dared shoot man until his back was turned. You don't dare shoot me even then 7
 He turned his back full upon the sailor and walked nonchalantly away.
 The sailors hand crept slyly to the butt of one of his revoIvers; his wicked eyes glared vengefulIy at the retreat ling form of the young Englishman- What he would have done will never be known, for there was another fac tor abroad. Two keen eyes had watch. ed 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 fla cial expressions told him much. [ The act 5ef 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 ani- mosity was still further stirred. He fitted 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 defected by the leaves or some small branch, and instead he launched a heavy spear from his lofty perch
 Clayton had taken but a dozen steps; the rat faced sailor had half drawn his revolver; the other sailors stood watch ing the scene intently-
 Professor Porter had already dfsap- peared into the jungle, Whfther he was being followed by the fussy Samuel T. Philander, his secretary and assistant.
 Esmera1da, the negress, was busy sorting her mistress baggage from the pile of bales and boxes beside the cab in, and Miss Porter had turned away to follow Clayton when something caused her to turn again toward the sailor.
 <, And then three things happened a1- most simultaneously-th sailor jerked out his weapon and leveIed it at Clay toms back, Miss Porter. screamed 8 warning, and a long; metal shod spear shot Ikea bolt from above and passed entirely through the right shoulder of the rat faced man.
 2 The revolver exploded harm1essly in { the air, and the seaman crumpled up with scream of pain and terror.