Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-05-31
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AT THE MERCY OF THE JUNGLE
When he saw the sailors row away TO-
ward the ship and knew that the girl ana
her companion were safe in his cabin
Tarzan decided to follow the young man
into the jungle and learn what his errana
might be. He swung off rapidly In tue
direction taken by Clayton, and In snort
time heard family in the distance the
now only occasional calls of the English
man to his friends.
Presently Tarzan came up with the
white man, who, almost tagged, was lean
ing against a tree wiping the Precipitation
from his forehead. The ape-mAn, hiding
safe behind a screen of foliage sat watch
ing this new specimen OF his own race IN
tentlv.
At intervals Clayton called aloud and
finally it came to Tar2an 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 a sleek hide moving
cautiously through the jungle toward
Clayton.
It was sheeta, the leopard Now. Tarzan
heard the soft bending OF grasses and
wondered why the young white man was
not warned. Could 1t be he had failed
TO note the loud warning? Never before
had Tarzan known Sheeta to be so
clumsy
No, the white man did not hear. Sheetd
was crouching for the spring, and then.
shrill and horrible there rose upon the
stiffness OF the jungle the awful cry of
,t,a md Shaatn turned.
crashing into the underbrush,
Clayton came to his feet with start.
His blood ran cold Never in all his life
had so fearful sound smote upon his
ears. He was no coward; but II ever man
felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart.
William Cecil Clayton. eldest son of Lord
Greystoke, of England. did that day in the
fastness OF the African jungle.
The noise of some great body crashing
through the underbrush 80 close beside
him, and the sound of that blood-curdlinG
shrek from above. tested Clayton's cour-
age to the limit; but he could not know
that II was to that very voice he owed
his life nor that the creature who hurled
1t forth was his own cousin-the real
Lord Greystoke.
The afternoon was drawing to a close.
and Clayton, disheartened and dis
couraged was In a terrible quandary as
to the proper course 10 pursue; whether
to keep on in search of Professor Porter
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 disllked TO return to camp without
her father; still more he shrank from |
the thought of leaving her alone and |
unprotected in the hands of the mutlneers |
of the Arrow, or TO the hundred unknown |
dangers OF the jungle,
Possibly, too, he thought. ere this the |
professor and Phlander had returned 10 |
camp Yes. that was more than likely. |
At least he would return and see before
he continued what bade fare TO be a most |
quest And so he started,
stumbling back through the thick and
matted underbrush in the direction that
he thought the cabin lay,
To Tarzan's surprise the young man was
heading further into the jungle In the
general direction OF Mbonga's village, and
the shTewd young ape-man was con-
vinced that he was lost.
To Tarzan this was scarcely comprehen-
sibe; but his judgment told him that no
man would venture toward the village
of the cruel blacks armed only with
spear which. from the awkward way in
which he carried IT, was evidently an
weapon TO this white man.
Nor was he following the trail OF the old
men That they had crossed and lest
ong since though II had been fresh and
1lain before Tsrzsn's eyes.
Tarzan was perplexed. The fierce jungle
you'd make easy prey OF this unprotected
stranger in a very short time II he were
lot guided quickly to the beach
Yes, there was Numa, the lion, even
low, stalking the white man a dozen
,aees 10 the right
Clayton heard the great body paralleling
lis course, and now there rose upon the
evening air the beasts thunderous roar
The man stopped with upraised spear and
aeed the brush from which issued the