Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-16
T AR L A N OF
T II E. A P E S
By EDGAR RICE BURROU(
Copyright, 1872 by the Frank A. Munsey Company


agreed-that they should hasten t.
put off to the anchored Arrow, where
they could at least be safe from tht
spears Of their unseen foe.
So much had Tarzan seen that day
that his head was in a whirl Of won.
der. But the most wonderful sight
of all to him was the face Of the
beautiful white girl.
Here at last was one Of his own
kind; of that he was positive. And
the young man and the two old men,
they, too, were much as he had pic
tured his own people to be.
He did not understand anything OF
the motives behind all that he had
seen, but somehow intuitively he
liked the young man and the two old
men, and for the girl he had strange
longing which he scarcely understood
AS for the big black woman, she was
evidently connected in some way with
the girl, and so he liked her also.
For the sailors, however, and espe-
cially Snipes, he had developed a
great hatred. He knew by their
threatening gestures and by the ex-
preston upon their evil faces that
they were enemies Of the others, and
so he decided to watch them very
closely.
Tarzan wondered why the man had
gone into the jungle. Never did 1t
occur to him that one could become
lost in that maze Of underground
which to him was as simple as the
main street Of your own home town.
When he saw the sailors row away
toward the ship and knew that the
girl and her companion were safe in
his cabin he decided to follow the
young man into the jungle and learn
what his errand might be. He swung
off rapidly in the direction taken by
Clayton and in short time heard
family in the distance the now only
occasional calls Of the Englishman to
his friends.
Presently Tarzan came up with the
white man, who, almost tagged, was
leaning against tree wiping the per-
spiration from his forehead. The ape
man, hiding safe behind a screen of
foliage, sat watching this new speci-
men of his own race intently.
At intervals Clayton called aloud,
and finally it came to Tarzan that he
was searching for the old man.
Tarzan was on the point Of going off
to look FOR them himself when he
caught the yellow CLINT Of sleek hide
moving cautiously through the jungle
toward Clayton.
1t was Sheeta, the leopard. He
heard the soft bending of grasses and
wondered why the young white man
was not warned. Could it be he had
failed to note the loud warning? New
er before had Tarzan known Sheeta to
be so clumsy.
No, the white man did not hear.
Sheeta was crouching for the spring,
and then, shrill and horrible, there
rose upon the stiffness Of the jungle
the awful cry of the challenging ape,
and Sheeta turned, crashing into the
underbush.
Clayton came to his feet with a
start. His blood ran cold. Never had
so fearful a sound smote his ears.
He was no coward, but if ever man
felt the icy fingers Of fear upon his
heart Cecil Clayton, eldest son Of Lord
Greystoke Of England, did that day in
the feastness of the African jungle.
The noise of some great body
crashing through the underbush so
close beside him and the sound Of that
bloodcurdling shrek from above test
ed Clayton's courage to the limit, but
he could not know that it was to that
very voice he owed his life nor that
the creature who hurled it forth was
his own cousin-the real Lord Grey
stoke.
The afternoon was drawned to a
close, and Clayton, disheartened and
discouraged, was in terrible guam
Diary to keep on in search Of Pro-
fessor Portor, at the almost certain
risk of his own death in the jungle by
night, or to return to the cabin, where
he might at least serve to protect
Jane Porter from the perils which
confronted her on all sides.
He disliked to return to camp with
out her father; still more he shrank
frolI, the Thought of leaving her alone
and unprotected in the hands Of the
mutineers of the Arrow or the hun
dred unknown dangers of the jungle.
Possibly, too, he thought, before this
the professor and Philander had re-
turned to camp. He started, STUN
bling back through the thick and mat
ted underbush in the direction that
he thought the cabin lay.
To Tarzan's surprise. the young man
was heading farther into the jungle
in the general direction of Mbonga's
village, and the shrewd young ape
man was convinced that he was lost.
The fierce jungle would make easy
prey for this unprotected stranger in a
very short time if he were not guided
quickly to the beach, thought Tarzan
Yes, there was Numa, the lion, even
now stalking the white man dozen
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Clayton heard the great body paral-
leling his course. and now there rose
upon the evening air the great beasts
thunderous roar. The man stopped
with unpraised spear and faced the
brush from which issued the awfu
sound. The shadows were deepening
darkness coming on.
For a moment all was STILL Clayton
stood rigid with raised spear. Pres
emily faint rustling of the brush be-
hind him appraised him Of the
stealthy creeping Of the thing. 1t wa:
gathering for a spring when at last he
saw it. not twenty feet away-the
long, 1.-the, muscular body and tawny
head Of a huge black named lion.
In agony the man watched. fearful
to launch his spear, powerless to fly