The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-01-13


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NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
''Who the devil is Tarzan?" cried
the sailor who had before spoken.
HE evidently speaks English. !"
said the young man.
But what does Tarzan of the
Apes mean7" cried the girl.
II do not know, Miss Porter" re-
piled the young man. unless we
have discovered runaway simian
from the London Zoo who has
brought back a European education
to his Jungle home. What do you
make of it, Professor Porter" he
added, turning to the old man.
Prof. Archimedes @. Porter adj
justed his spectacles.
"Ah, yes, indeed; yes, indeed
most remarkable. most rema rkabler'
said the professor: but can add
nothing further to what / have al
ready remarked in elucidation of
this truly mcmeptous occurrence. -
and the professor turned slowly in
the direction of the Jungle.
But. papa" cried the girl, ''you
haven't said anything about it yet .
-Tut-tut. child; tut-tut." re-
sponded Professor Porter, in a kind
" and indulgent tone, "do not trou-
BILE your pretty head with such
weighty, and abstruse problems, .
and again he wandered slowly off
in still another direction, his eyes
bent upon the ground at his feet,
his hands clasped behind him be-
meath the flowing tails of his coat
81 reckon the daffy old bounder
don't know no more'n we do about
it." growled the rat-faced sailor.
Keep civil tongue in your
head" cried the young man, his
face paling in anger, at the insult
ing tone of the sailor. you've muir
dered our officers, and robbed us.
We are absolutely in your power,
but you'll treat Professor Porter and
Miss Porter with respect or I'll
break that vile neck of yours viii
my bare hands-guns or no guns"
and the young fellow stepped so
close to the rat-faced sailor that the
latter, though he bore two revolvers
and a villainous looking knife in his
belt, skunk back abashed.
you damned coward" cried the
young man. you'd never dare
shoot a man until his back was
turned. You don't dare shoot me
even then" and he deliberately
turned his back full upon the sailor
and walked nonchalantiy away as
II to put him to the test.
The sailors hand crept sly1y to
the butt OF one of his revolvers; his
wicked eyes glared vengefully at the
retreating form OF the young Eng
lishman. The gaze of his fellows
was upon him, but still he hesitated,
At heart he was even greater
coward than Mr.. William Cecil Clay
ton had imagined.
What he would have done will
never be known, for there was an
other factor abroad which none Of
the party had yet guessed would en-
ter so largely into the problems of
their life on this inhospitable Al
rican shore.
Two keen eyes had watched every
move of the party from the foliage
Of a nearby tree. TarZan had seen
the surprise caused by his notice,
and while he could understand moth
ing of the spoken language Of these
strange people their gestures and
facial expressions told him much.
The act of the little rat-faced
sailor in killing one of his comrades
had aroused strong dislike in Tar
zan, and now that he saw him quar-
reling with the hne-looking young
man his animosity was still further
stirred.
Tarzan had never seen the effects
of a firearm before, though his
books had taught him something Of
them, but when he saw the rat-faced
one lingering the butt OF his revolver
he thought of the scene he had wit
messed so short time before. and
naturally expected to see the young
man murdered as had been the huge
sailor earlier in the day.
So Tarzan fitted a poisoned arrow
to his bow and drew a bead upon
the rat-faced sailor, but the foliage
was so thick that he soon saw the
arrow would be DETECTED by the
leaves or some small branch, and
instead he launched a heavy spear
from his lofty perch Clayton had
taken but q dozen steps. The rat
faced sailor had half drawn his re-
volver; the other sailors stood watch
ing the scene intently.
Professor Porter had already dis
appeared into the jungle, whittier he
was being followed by the fussy
Samuel T. Philander. his secretary
and assistant.
Esmeralda, the negress, was busy
sorting her mistress baggage from