Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-05-29

gudge or these strange people their gest-
ures and facial expressions told him
much
Tarzan had never seen the effects of a
firearm before though his books had
taught him something of them, but when
he saw the ratsfaced one lingering the
butt of his revolver he thought of the
scene he had witnessed so short a time
before. and naturally expected to see the
young man murdered as had been the
huge sailor earlier in the day.
So Tarzan 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 DETECTED
by the leaves or some small branch, and
Instead he launched 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 watching
the scene intently.
Professor Porter had already disap-
peared into the Jungle, whittier he was
being followed by the fussy Samuel r.
Philander, his secretary and assistant.
Esmeralda, the negress, was busy sort
ing her mistress baggage from the pile
of bales and boxes beside the cabin, and
Miss Porter had turned away to follow
Clayton, when something caused her to
And then three things happened aImost
simultaneously-the sailor jerked out his
weapon and leveled II at Clayton's back,
MISS Porter screamed a warning, and a
long, metal-shod spear shot like a bolt
from above and passed entirely through
the right shoulder of the rat-faced man.
The revolver exploded harmlessly in the
arr ana the seaman crumped up with n
scream OF pain and terror.
NlHVtOn ttIrDa1 nd b,,
the scene. The sailors stood in a fright
ened group, with drawn weapons, peering
INTO the jungle. The wounded man
wrlthed and shrieked upon the ground
Clayton unseen by any. picked up the
fallen revolver and slipped II inside his
shirt, then he Joined the sailors in gazing,
mystified, into the jungle.
Who could It have been?" whispered
Jane Porter, and the young man turned
TO see her standing, wide-eyed and
wondering. close beside him
Il dare say Tarzan of the Apes is
watching us all right" he answered, in n
dubious tone. II wonder, now, who that
spear was intended for. If for Snipes,
then our ape friend is a friend indeed.
by Jove' where are your father and
Mr.. Philander? There's some one or
something in that jungle, and it's armed,
whatever II is. Ho! Professor! Mr.
u.
was no response.
What's TO be DONE Miss Porter?" con-
tinued the young man. his face clouded
by frown of worry and indecision.
Il can't leave you here alone with these
cutthroats, and you certainly can't VEN
ture into the jungle with me: yet some
one must go In search of your father
He is more than apt to wander off
aimlessly regardless of danger or direc-
a p l..
less Impractical than he. You will pardon
my bluntness, but our lives are all in
Jeopardy here, and when we get your
father back something must be done to
impress upon him the dangers to which
he exposes you as we'll as himself by his
absentmlndedness."
II quite agree with you." replied the
girl, "and am not offended at all. Dear
old papa would sacrifice his life for me
without an tnstant's hesitation, provided
one could keep his mind on so frivolous
a matter for an entire instant, There Is
only one way TO keep him In safety, and
that is TO chain him to a tree. The poor
dear is so impractical
II have it!' suddenly exclaimed Clay
ton. You can use a revolver, can't your"
Yes. Why?"
II have one. With 1t you and Esmeralda
will be comparatively safe in this cabin
NAAS I an sNeAANilAAtk Apf your IhIAeT and
Mr.. Philander Come. call the woman
and I win hurry on. They can't have
gone far"
Jane Porter did as he suggested and
when he saw the door close safely behind
them Clayton turned toward the jungle.
Some of the sailors were drawing the
spear from their wounded eomrade and,
as Clayton approached, he asked II he
could borrow revolver from one OF them
while he searched the jungle for the pro-
fessoT.
The rat-faeed one. finding he was not
dead. had regained his composure, ana
with yolley OF oaths directed at Clay
ton refused In the name OF his fellows 70
allow the young man any firearms
This man, Snipes, 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 ques-
toned his authority.
Ciayton's only response was a shrus Of
the shoulders, but as he left them he
picked up the spear which had transnxed
snipes. and thus primitively armed. the |
son OF the then Lord Greystoke strobe
into the dense jungle.
Every few moments he called aloud the
names Of the wanderers. The watchers
Ia the cabin by The breach heard the
sound Of his voice gro wing ever fainter
ana feintsr. until At last Il Has swallowed