Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-16
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With a roar Of pain and anger the
beast sprang, but Clayton stumbled to
one side, and as he turned again to
face the infuriated king Of beasts he
was appalled, at the sight which con-
fronted him. Almost simultaneously
with the lions turning to renew the
attack a naked giant had dropped
from the tree above squarely on the
brute's back.
With lightning speed an arm that
was corded with layers of iron mus
Gle encircled the huge neck, and the
great beast was raised from behind,
roaring and paving the air-raised
as easily as Clayton would have lifted
a pet dog.
That scene he witnessed in the twi-
light depths Of an African jungle was
burned forever into the Englishman's
brain.
The man before him was the en-
bodiment of physical perfection and
giant strength, yet it was not on this
he had depended in his battle with the
great cat, for, mighty as were his
muscles, they were as nothing by COM
parison with those possessed by Numa.
To his agility to his brain and to
his long, keen knife he owed his su-
premacy.
His right arm encircled the lions
neck, while the left hand plunged the
knife time and time again into the
unprotected side behind the left shoul-
der, while the infuriated beast, drawn
upward and backward until he stood
on his hind legs, struggled impotently
in this unnatural position.
Had the battle continued a few Sec
onds linger the outcome might have
been different, but all was accom-
plished so quickly that the lion had
scarce time to recover from its sur
prise before it sank lifeless to the
ground.
Then the strange figure which had
vanquished it stood erect upon the
carcass, and, throwing back the wild,
handsome head, gave the fearsome cry
which a few moments earlier had so
startled Clayton.
Before him he saw the figure Of a
young man naked except for loin
cloth and few barbaric ornaments on
arms and legs and on the breast a
priceless diamond locket cleaning
against smooth brown skin.
The hunting knife had been return
ed to its homely sheath, and the man
was gathering up his bow and quiver
from where he had tossed them when
he leaped to attack the lion.
Clayton spoke to the man in Eng
lish, thanking him for his brave res
cue and complimenting him on his
wonderous strength and dexterity.
The only answer was a steady stare
and a faint shrug of the mighty shoul-
ders, which may have betokened
either disparagement Of the service
rendered or ignorance Of the langu-
age.
The bow and culver slung on his
back, the wild man once more drew
his knife and deftly carved a dozen
large strips of meat from the lions
carcass. Then, squating upon his
launches, he proceeded to eat,
motioning Clayton to join him.
The strong white teeth sank mao
the raw and dripping flesh in appar-
ent relish, but Clayton could not bring
himself to share the uncooked meat
with his strange host. Instead he
dawned upon him the conviction that
this was Tarzan Of the apes, whose
notice he had seen posted upon the
cabin door that morning.
If so he must speak English.
Again Clayton essayed speech with
the ape man, but the replies were in a
strange tongue, which resembled the
chattering Of monkeys mingled with
the growing Of some wild beast.
(To be Continued.)