The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-10-08

ocean, n then swiftly b dove head
foremost beneath the waves.
In one Of the boats the brave Lord
bennington had wiped a tear from his
eye He had not seen a fortune in
money 60 down forever into the sea.
but u dear. beautiful friend whom he
had loved.
At last the long night broke and a
tropical IL smote down upon the roll
ing water. Jane Porter had dropped
into a ftful slumber-the fierce light
of the sun upon her upturned face
awoke her. She looked about her. In
the boat with her were three sailors.
Clayton and NJ. Thuran. Then she
looked for the other boats. but as far
as the eye could reach there was moth
ing to break the fearful monotony OF
that waste Of waters-they were alone
in a small boat upon the broad At
lantic.
AS TarZan struck the water his first
impulse was to swim clear Of the ship
and possible danger from her propel-
lers, He knew whom to thank for his
present predicament. and as he lay in
the sea just supporting himself by a
gentle movement OF his hands. his
chief emotion was one OF chagrin that
he had beer so easily bested by RokoG.
He lay thus for some time. watching
the receding and rapidly diminishing
lights Of the steamer without 1t ever
once occurring to him to call for help.
He never had called for help in his
life, and so 1t is not strange that he did
not think OF 1t now. Always had he de-
pended upon his W prowess and re-
sourcefulness. nor had there ever been
since the days of Kala any to answer
an appeal for succor. When 1t did oc-
cur to him 1t was too late. There was.
thought Tarzan, a possible one chance
in a hundred thousand that he might
be picked up and an even smaller
chance that he would reach land. so he
determined that to combine what slight
chances there were he would swim
slowly In the direction of the coast
the ship might have been closer in than
he had known.
His strokes were long and easy-it
would be many hours before those
giant muscles would commence to feel
fatigue. AS he swan, guided toward
the east by the stars, he noticed tina,
he felt the weight Of his shoes, and
SO he removed them. His trousers
went next, and he would have remov
ed his coat at the same time but fol
the precious papers In its pocket. II
reassure himself that he still had then
he slipped his hand in to feel, but tt
his CONSERVATION they were gone.
Now he knew that something more
than revenge had prompted ROkof t.
pitch him overheard. The 'ape-mar
swore softly and let his coat and shir
sink into the Atlantic. Before many
hours he had Invested himself of hi
remaining garments and was swim
ming easily and unencumbered TOWARD
the east.
The first faint evidence of dawn wa
paling the stars ahead Of him whel
the dim outlines Of a low lying blacl
mass doomed up directly In his track
A few strong strokes brought him t
it's side-it was the bottom Of a wav'
washed derelict. Tarzan clamberet
upon it-he would rest there until day
light at least. He curled up upon the
Shiny timbers and was soon asleep.
The heat Of the sun awoke him early
in the forenoon. His first conscious
sensation was Of thirst, which grew
almost to the proportions Of suffering
with full returning consciousness. but
a moment later it was forgotten In the
Joy Of two almost simultaneous discov-
cries. The first was a mass Of wreck
age floating beside the derelict, In the
midst Of which. bottom up. rose and
fell an overturned lifeboat. The other
was the faint. dim line Of a far distant
shore showing on the horizon in the
east.
Tarzan dove into the water and
swan around the wreck to the life
boat. The cool ocean refreshed him
almost as much as would a draft OF
water. 80 that it was with renewed
vigor that he brought the smaller boat
alongside the derelict and after many
herculean efforts succeeded in drag
ging it on to the Shiny ships bottom.
There he righted and examined 1t.
The BOA was quite sound and a mo
ment later foated upright alongside
the wreck. Then TarZan selected sew
eral pieces Of wreckage that might an
swer him as paddles and presently was
making good Roadway toward the far
off shore.
1t was late In the afternoon by the
time he came close enough to distin,
gniSh objects on land or to make out
the contour of the shore line. Before
him lay what appeared to be the en-
trance to a little. landlocked harbOr
The wooded point to the north was
strangely familiar. Could it be posi-
bic that fate had thrown him up at
the very threshold Of his own beloved
jungle. But as the bow of his boat en-.
tered the mouth of the harbOr the last
shred of doubt was clea red away. fol-
there before him upon the farther
shore. under the shadows Of his prime.
val forest. stood his own cabin-built