The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-01-14

PICK up the Iallen revolver or the
woundd Snipes and hide it away in
his breast; and he had also seen him
slip 1t cautiously to the girl as she
entered the cabin door.
He did not understand anything
of the motives behind all that he
had seen; but, somehow. intuitively
he liked the young man and the
two old men, and for the girl he had
a strange longing which he scarcely
understood. AS for the big black
woman. she was evidently connected
in some way to the girl, and so he
liked her. also.
For the sailors, and especially
Snipes. he had developed a great
hatred He knew by their threaten
ing gestures and byethe expressions
upon their evil faces that they were
enemies OF the others of the party,
and so he decided to watch them
closely.
Tarzan wondered why the men
had gone into the jungle, nor did
1t ever occur to him that one could
become lost in that maze Of under
growth which to him was as simple
as is the main street of your own
home town to you.
When he saw the sailors row away
toward the ship. and knew that the
girl and her companion were safe in
HIS cabin, Tarzan decided to follow
the young man into the jungle and
learn what his errand might be. He
swung off rapidly in the direction
taken by Clayton, and in a short
time heard family in the distance
the now only occasional calls of the
EnglishInan to his friends.
Presently Tarzan came up with
the white man, who, almost tagged.
was leaning against a tree wiping
the perspiration from his forehead.
The ape-man. hiding safe behind
screen of foliage, sat watching this
new specimen Of his own race In
tentIy.
At intervals Clayton called aloud
and finally 1t came to Tarzan 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 yollew CLINT of 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
Sheeta was crouching for the spring,
and then, shriIl and horrible, there
rose upon the stiffness OF the jun
gle the awful cry OF the challenging
ape, and Sheeta turned, crashing
into the underbrush.
Clayton came to his feet with a
start. His blood ran cold. Never in
all his life had SO fearful a sound
smote upon his ears. He was no
coward; but If ever man felt the icy
fingers Of fear upon his heart, Will
liam 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 SO
close beside him, and the sound of
that blood-curdling shiek from
above, tested Claytons courage to
the limit; but he could not know that
1t was to that very voice he owed
his life, nor that the creature who
hurled it forth was his own cousin
the real Lord Greystoke.
The afternoon. was drawing to a
close, and Clayton, disheartened and
discouraged, was in a terrible guam
dairy as to the proper course to pun
sue; whether to keep on in search Of
Professor Porter, at the almost GER
tain risk Of his own death In the
jungle by night, or to return to tho
cabin where he might at least serve
to protect Jane Porter from the
perils which confronted her on all
sides.
He dislfked 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 mutineers Of the arrow,
or to the hundred unknown dangers
of the jungle.
Possibly, too. he thought, ere this
the professor and Philander had re-
turned to camp. Yes, that was more
than likely. At least he would re-
turn and see, before he continued
what babe fare to be a most fruit
less quest. And SO he started, Stun
bling 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 farther into the
jungle in the general direction of
Mbonga's village, and the shrewd
young ape-man was convinced that
he was lost.
To TarZan this was scarcely COM
prehensible; but his judgment told
him that no man would venture to-
ward the village Of the cruel blacks
armed only with spear which, from
the awkward way in which he car
ried it, was evidently an unaccus-
toned weapon to this white man.
Nor was he following the trail of
the old men. That, they had crossed
and left long since. thought it had
been fresh and plain before Tarzan's