Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-09
=. EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
~ Author of the Tarzan Tales
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orsv toward the east, fighting
a his way through the jungle along the
81 ,slen by Malbhn when he had brought
.,.s,,r, 10 his camp, man In torn khaki
~. ,apeard. unkempt-came to sud
~. atom as the report OF Malbihn's rifle
os.a,,nded family through the tangled
lesost The black man just ahead OF him
e'ogg NV are almost there Bwana," he said.
rbere was awe and respect IN MS tone ana
manner. 80, s ,,,otio,,o,, ,t.
- o,,,de forward once more. II was the
~, Morrison Baynes, the fastldious, the
n,,,s,te no,, His face and hands were
ssese,ched and smeared with dried blood
sso,,, the wounds he had come by In thorn
ard thicket. His clothes were tatters but
sss.,,eh the blood and the dirt and the rags
so,s Ravnes shone forth-a handsomer
.."s than the dandy and fop of yore.
- tbo heart and soul of every son of
..1a,on lies the germ of manhood and
tsnor Remorse for sourvy act and an
honorable desire TO right the wrong he had
sSns the woman he now knew he really
oOme os had excited these germs to rapid
rrowth in Morrison Baynes-and the meta
rorphosls had taken place.
onward the two stumbled toward the
saint from which the single rifle shot had
some The black was unarmed-Baynes,
caring his loyalty, had not dared trust
rim even to carry the ritle whlch the white
saan would have been glad to be relieved
- many times upon the long march. But
-, that they we're approaching their goal,
ma knowing as he did that hatred OF NAL
tihn burned hot in the black mans brain.
paynes handed him the rifle, for he guessed
that there would be hghting--he intended
MAJ there should. for he had come to
IL a m aNrallnnt FpvOlynT shot
and would depend upon the smaller weapon
ut his side.
As the two forged ahead toward their
3. roaI they were startled by a volley of shots
ahead of them. Then came few scattering
reports some savage yells, and silence.
: Baynes was frantic in his endeavors to
advance more rapidly but here the jungle
seemed a thousandfold more tangled than
before A dozen times he tripped and fell.
Twice the black followed blind trail, and
they were forced to retrace their steps
hut at last they came out into a little clear
! Ing near the big afi-a clearing that once
had held thriving village, but now lay
desolate in decay and ruin.
In the jungle vegetation that overgrew
what had once been the main village street
lay the body of a black man, pierced
through the heart with bullet, and still
warm. Baynes and his companion looked
about In all directions, but no sign of living
silence listening intently.
What was that? Voices and the dip of
paddles out upon the river?
Baynes ran across the dead village to-
ward the fringe of jungle upon the rivers
brim The black was at his side. Together
they forced their way through the screen
ing foliage until they could obtain a view
OF the river; and there. almost to the other
shore, they saw Malbhn's canoes making
rapidly for camp.
The black recognized his companions
Immediately.
"How can we CROSSE" asked Baynes.
The black shook his head. There was no
canoe and the crocodiles made 1t equiva-
lent TO suicide to enter the water in an at
tempt to swim across.
Just then the fellow chanced to glance
downward. Beneath him, wedged among
the branches Of tree, lay the canoe in
which Meriem had escaped.
The negro grasped Baynes' arm and
pointed toward his find. The Hon. Morrison