Bisbee daily review., 1914-02-08
CHAPTER TX.
Al Inc Mercy Of the Jungle.

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 with drawn weapons. peering | into the jungle The wounded man writhed and shrieked upon the ground Clayton. unseen by any. picked up the failen revolver and slipped it tn. side his shirt; then he joined the sail ors "Who could it have been?" whisper. cd Jane Porter. and. the young man turned 10 see her standing. wide eyed. beside him. "I dare say Tarzan of the apes Is watching us" he answered "I won der now who that spear was intended fori If for Snipes. then our ape friend is friend indeed. "By love. Where are your father and Mir Philander? There's some one or something in that jungle. and it's armed. whatever it is Ho Professor. MT. Philander" young Clayton shout ed. There was no response. "Whafs to be done. Miss Porteri cant leave you here alone with these cutthroats. You certainly can't ven ture into the jungle with me, vet some one must go in search of your father He is more than apt at wandering ofi aimlessly, regardless of danger or di- rectlon, and Mr Philander is only a trihe less impractical 1 have it, You can use a revolver, can't youf"
 "Yes-whyf"
 q have one. With it you and Es- meralda will be comparatively safe in this cabin while I am searching for your father and Mr. Philander. Come. call the woman. and ] will hurry on. They cant have gone far"
 Jane Porter did as he suggested. and when be saw the door close safely be. hind them Clayton turned toward the jungle.
 Some of the sailors were drawing the spear from their wounded com rade, and as Clayton approached he asked if he could borrow a revolver from one of them while be searched the jungle flor the professor.
 The rat faced one, finding he was not dead, had regained his compo ure and with volley Of oaths refused
 This man. Snlpes. had assumed the role of chief since he had killed their former leader, and so little time had elapsed that none of his companions had as yet questioned his authority.
 Clayton's only response was a klrug Of the shoulders, but as he left Them he picked up the spear which had transflxed Snipes. and thus primitively armed the son of the then Lord Grey stoke strode into the dense jungle.
 Every few moments he called aloud the names of the wanderers. The watchers in the cabin by the beach heard the sound of his voice growing ever fainter and fainter. until at lust it whs swallowed up by the myriad noises of the primeval wood.
 I When Professor Archimedes c. Por- ter and his assistant. Samuel T. Phi lauder, after much insistenee on the part of the latter. had finally turned their steps toward camp they were as lcompletely lost in the wild and tangled Labyrinth of the jungle as two human beings could be, though they did not know it.
 It was by the merest caprice of for tune that they hended toward the west coast of Africa instead of toward Zanzibar, on the opposite side of the dark continent
 When in short time they reached dllc beach. only 10 find no camp in tight Philander was positive that they were north of their proper destination, while. as matter of fact, they were about 200 yards south of it Mr. sam iuel T. Philander grasped Professor ArehimedeS c. Porter firmly by the arm and hurried the weakly protest Gag old gentleman of in the direction cf Cape Town, ,5O0 miles to the south.
 When Jane Porter and Esmeralda found themselves safely behind the cabin door the negress' first thought was to barricade the portal from the inside. With this idea in view she turned to search for some means of putting 1t into execution. but her first view of the interior of the cabin brought e shriek of terror Co her lips, and. like e frightened child, the huge black ran to bury her face in her mis- fress' shoulders.
 Jane Porter, turning at the cry, saw fhc cause of 1t lying prone upon the laer before them--the whltened skele- ion Of n man. X further glance re- 7ealed q second skeleton upon inc bed.
 What horrible place are we inT ruurmured the awe stricken girl. But there was no panic in her fright
 At last. disengaging herself from the frantic clutch of the still shrieking Es- meralda. Jane Porter crossed the room 10 look into the little crasss enowlng - -------