Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-16
CHAPTER TX.
At the Mercy of the Jungle.

weapons, peering into the jungle. The
wounded man writhed and shrieked
upon the ground.
Clayton, unseen by any, picked up
the fallen revolver and slipped 1t in
side his shirt; then he joined the sail
ors.
WHO could it have been?" whis-
pered Jane Porter and the young
man turned to see her standing wide
eyed beside him.
"I dare say Tarzan Of the apes Is
watching u.s." he answered. II Won
der 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 it is. Ho! Professor!
Mr.. Philander!' young Clayton shout
ed. There was no response.
Whats to be done, Miss Porter?
1 can't leave you here alone with these
cutthroats. 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 at
wandering off aimlessly, regardless Of
danger or direction, and Mr.. Philan-
der is only trifle less impractical.
have it! You can use a revolver,
can't you?"
"Yes-why?"
"I have one. With it you and Es-
meralda will be comparatively safe
in this cabin while I am searching
for your father and Mr.. Philander.
Come, call the woman, and I will hur-
ry on. They can't have gone far"
Jane Porter did as he suggested,
and when he saw the door close safe
ly behind them Clayton turned to-
ward the jungle.
Some of the sailors were drawing
the spear from their wounded COM
rade, and as Clayton approached he
asked If he could borrow a revolver
from one of them while he searched
the jungle for the professor.
The rat faced one, finding he was
not dead, had regained his composure
and with a volley Of oaths refused.
This man, Snipes, had assumed the
role Of chief since he had killed their
former leader, and so MttIe time had
elapsed that none Of his companions
had as yet questioned his authority.
Clayton's only response was shrug
of the shoulders, but as he left them
he picked up the spear which had
transfixed Snipes, and thus primi-
lively armed the son Of the then Lord
Greystoke strode into the dense
jungle.
Every few moments he called aloud
the names of the wanderers. The
watchers in the cabin by the beach
heard the sound Of his voice growing
ever fainter and fainter, until at last
it was swallowed up by the myriad
noises of the primeval wood.
When Professor Archimedes O..
Porter and his assistant, Samuel T.
Philander, after much insistence on
the part of the latter, had finally
turned their steps toward camp they
were as completely lost in the wild
and tangled labyrinth Of the jungle
as two human beings could be,
though they did not know it
1t was by the merest caprice of
fortune that they headed toward the
west coast Of Africe instead Of to-
ward Zanzibar, on the opposite side
Of the dark continent.
When in a short time they reached
the beach, only to find no camp in
sight, Philander was positive that they
were north Of their proper destina-
ton, while, as a matter Of fact, they
were about 200 yards south Of it. Mr..
Samuel T. Philander grasped Profess
sor Archimedes @. Porter firmly by
the arm and hurried the weakly
protesting old gentleman off in the
direction of Capt Town, 1900 miles
to the south.
When Jane Porter and Esmeralda
found themselves safely behind the
cabin door the negress' first thought
was to barricade the portal from the
turned to search for some means Of
putting it into execution, but her first
view of the interior of the cabin
brought shrek Of terror to her lips,
and, like a frightened child, the huge
black ran to bury her face in her
mistress shoulders.
Jane Porter, turning at the cry, saw
the cause of it lying prone upon the
floor before them-the whitened
skeleton Of a man. A further glance
revealed a second skeleton upon the
!. bed.
What horrible place are we in?"
murmured the awe stricken girl. But
there was no panic in her fright.
At last disengaging herself from
the frantic clutch of the still Shrek
ing Esmeralda, Jane Porter crossed
the room to look into the little cradle
knowing what she would see there
before ever the tiny little skeleton
disclosed itself in all it's pitiful and
pathetic frailty.
What an awful tragedy these mute
bones proclaimed! The girl shudder-
ed at the thought of the possibilities
that might lie before herself and her
friends in this i'll fated cabin.
Quickly, with an impatient stamp
of her foot, she endeavored to shake
off the gloomy forebodings, and turn
ing to Esmeralda bade her cease her
wailing.
stop. Esmeralda; stop it this min
ute!" she cried. You are only max
ing it worse 1 never saw such a big
baby"
Soon the girl found that the door
was equipped with a heavy wooden
bar upon the inside. After several
efforts the combined strength of the
two enabled them to slip it into place
the first time in twenty years.
After Clayton had plunged into the