the silence. His tones were no longer
those of the erudite pedant theorizing upon the abstract and the
unknowable; but those of the man of action--determined, but tinged also
by a note of indescribable hopelessness and grief which wrung an
answering pang from Clayton's heart.
"I shall lie down now," said the old man, "and try to sleep. Early
to-morrow, as soon as it is light, I shall take what food I can carry
and continue the search until I have found Jane. I will not return
His companions did not reply at once. Each was immersed in his own
sorrowful thoughts, and each knew, as did the old professor, what the
last words meant--Professor Porter would never return from the jungle.
At length Clayton arose and laid his hand gently upon Professor
Porter's bent old shoulder.
"I shall go with you, of course," he said.
"I knew that you would offer--that you would wish to go, Mr. Clayton;
but you must not. Jane is beyond human assistance now. What was once
my dear little girl shall not lie alone and friendless in the awful
"The same vines and leaves will cover us, the same rains beat upon us;
and when the spirit of her mother is abroad, it will find us together
in death, as it has always found us in life.
"No; it is I alone who may go, for she was my daughter--all that was
left on earth for me to love."
"I shall go with you," said Clayton simply.
The old man looked up, regarding the strong, handsome face of William
Cecil Clayton intently. Perhaps he read there the love that lay in the
heart beneath--the love for his daughter.
He had been too preoccupied with his own scholarly thoughts in the past
to consider the little occurrences, the chance words, which would have
indicated to a more practical man that these young people were being
drawn more and more closely to one another. Now they came back to him,
one by one.
"As you wish," he said.
"You may count on me, also," said Mr. Philander.
"No, my dear old friend," said Professor Porter. "We may not all go.
It would be cruelly wicked to leave poor Esmeralda here alone, and
three of us would be no more successful than one.
"There be enough dead things in the cruel forest as it is. Come--let
us try to sleep a little."
The Call of the Primitive
From the time Tarzan left the tribe of great anthropoids in which he
had been raised, it was
"Oh Sing, what can we do?" "You go b'low.Page 10
His garmenture was that of the ordinary Malay boatman, but there was that in his mien and his attitude toward his companions which belied his lowly habiliments.Page 13
The two took long walks through the untouched jungle, exploring their little island, and never failing to find some new and wonderful proof of Nature's creative power among its flora and fauna.Page 17
Your reward will be great if you bring the.Page 19
They are a constant and growing menace to us all,.Page 21
Professor Maxon stepped forward and took him by the hand.Page 28
Who could he be! What was he doing upon their island! As she watched his face he suddenly turned his eyes down upon her, and as she looked hurriedly away she was furious with herself as she felt a crimson flush mantle her cheek.Page 38
"He must be stopped," cried the other.Page 60
Instead, as they came above the ship's side they paused, wide-eyed and terror stricken, and with cries of fear and consternation dropped precipitately back into the sea, shouting warnings to those who were about to scale the hull.Page 69
That would be reward sufficient.Page 73
" At the very moment that he spoke the object of his contumely was entering the dark mouth of a broad river that flowed from out of the heart of savage Borneo.Page 74
Among these was the Malay who guarded the girl, but he had not been quick enough to prevent Virginia Maxon recognizing the stalwart figure standing in the bow of the oncoming craft.Page 82
It was fully an hour thereafter that doubts began to enter Bulan's head, and as the day dragged on he came to realize that he and his weird pack were alone and lost in the heart of a strange and tangled web of tropical jungle.Page 85
11 "I AM COMING!" The morning following the capture of Virginia Maxon by Muda Saffir, Professor Maxon, von Horn, Sing Lee and the sole surviving lascar from the crew of the Ithaca set out across the strait toward the mainland of Borneo in the small boat which the doctor had secreted in the jungle near the harbor.Page 89
He enlarged upon the valor shown by Muda Saffir and his men in their noble attempt to rescue his daughter, and through it all Sing Lee sat with.Page 101
Von Horn had left her, and strolled down to the river.Page 107
His guides were two savage head hunting warriors of a pirate crew from whom he hoped to steal what they considered a fabulously rich treasure.Page 115
Many of the pieces were large, weighing twenty and thirty pounds, and some even as much as fifty.Page 133
"There is something that gives weight to my fear," continued Virginia, "something that I had almost forgotten in the rush and excitement of events during the past few days.