The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-05-21
CHAPTER XII.

III slept since the previous morn
ing, began to bestir themselves
to prepare food.
The mutineers Of the Arrow had
landed a small supply of dried meats.
canned soups, and vegetables, crack
ers, -four, tea and coffee for the FIVE
they had marooned. and these were
hurriedly drawn upon to satisfy the
cravings Of long famished appetites.
The next task was to make the cabin
habitable. and to this end it was first
decided to remove the grewsome relics
OF the tragedy which had taken place
there on some bygone day.
Professor Porter and Mr.. Philander
We're deeply interested in examining
the skeletons. The larger two they
stated to have belonged to a male and
female Of one Of the higher white
races.
The smallest skeleton was given but
passing attention. as its location in the
crib left no doubt rs to its having been
the infant offspring of this unhappy
couple.
AS they were preparing the skeleton
Of the man for burial Clayton discov-
cred a massive ring which had evil
IDENTITY encircled the mans finger at
the time of his death. for one of the
slender bones Of the hand still lay
within the golden bauble.
Picking 1t up to examine 1t, Clayton
gave a cry Of establishment, for the
ring bore the crest Of the house Of
Greystoke.
At the same time Jane Porter dis
covered the books in the cupboard. and
on opening to the fly leaf Of one of
them saw the name John Clayton.
London In a second book, which she
hurriedly examined, was the single
name "Greystoke."
"Why, Mr.. Clayton" she cried, "what
does this mean? Here are the names
of some of your w people in these
books"
and here he replied cravely. lis
the great ring Of the house of Grey
stoke which has been lost since my
uncle. John Clayton. the former Lord
Greystoke, disappeared. presumably
lost at sea-"
But how do you account for these
things being here in this savage At
rican jungle?' exclaimed the girl.
There is but one way to account for
it, Miss Porter" said Clayton. The
late Lord Greystoke was not drowned.
He died here in this cabin, and this
poor thing uDon the floor Is all that is
mortal Of him"
"Then this must have been Lady
Greystoke," said Jane Porter reverent-
ly. indicating the mass Of bones upon
the bed.
1.-The beautiful Lady Alice" replied
Clayton, "of whose many virtues and
charms | often have heard my mother
and father speak,"
With reverence and solemnity the
bodies Of the late Lord and Lady Grey
stoke were buried beside their little
African cabin. and between them was
placed the tiny skeleton Of the baby Of
Kala, the ape.
AS Mr.. Philander was placing the
frail bones Of the infant in a bit OF sail
cloth he examined the skull infinitely.
Then he called Professor Porter to his
side. and the two argued in low tones
for several minutes.
"Most remarkable. most remarkable"
said Professor Porter.
"Bless me- said Mr.. Philander. 1--WE
must acquaint Mr.. Clayton with our
discovery at once"
"Tut. tut. Mr.. Philander: tut. tut"
demonstrated Professor Archimedes Q.
Porter. LET the dead past bury its
dead"
And so the white haired old man re-
peated the burial service over this
strange grave. while his four compan-
ions stood with bowed and uncovered
heads about him.
From the trees Tarzan Of the apes
watched this strange ceremony. but
most of all he watched the sweet face
and graceful figure of Jane Porter.
In his savage. untutored breast new
emotions were stirring. He could not
fathom them. He wondered why he
felt so great an interest in these people
why he had gone to such pains to
save the three men. But he did not
wonder why he had torn SAILOR from
the tender flesh of the strange girl. He
knew that she was created to be pro-
tected and that he was created to pro-
tect her.
When the grave had been filled with
earth the little party turned back to-
ward the cabin. and Esmeralda. still
weeping copiously for the two she had
never heard Of before and who had
been dead twenty years. CHANGED to
glance toward the harbor. Instantly
her tears ceased.
Look at dem low down white trash
out derev' she shrilIed. pointing to-
ward the Arrow. They ais a-dese-
cratin' us right yere on dis we're per
verted islan'."
Surely enough. the Arrow was being
worked toward the open sea slowly
through the harbor's entrance.