"There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr. Clayton,"
she said icily, "and I regret that I am not a man, that I might make
it." She turned quickly and entered the cabin.
Clayton was an Englishman, so the girl had passed quite out of sight
before he deduced what reply a man would have made.
"Upon my word," he said ruefully, "she called me a liar. And I fancy I
jolly well deserved it," he added thoughtfully. "Clayton, my boy, I
know you are tired out and unstrung, but that's no reason why you
should make an ass of yourself. You'd better go to bed."
But before he did so he called gently to Jane upon the opposite side of
the sailcloth partition, for he wished to apologize, but he might as
well have addressed the Sphinx. Then he wrote upon a piece of paper
and shoved it beneath the partition.
Jane saw the little note and ignored it, for she was very angry and
hurt and mortified, but--she was a woman, and so eventually she picked
it up and read it.
MY DEAR MISS PORTER:
I had no reason to insinuate what I did. My only excuse is that my
nerves must be unstrung--which is no excuse at all.
Please try and think that I did not say it. I am very sorry. I would
not have hurt YOU, above all others in the world. Say that you forgive
WM. CECIL CLAYTON.
"He did think it or he never would have said it," reasoned the girl,
"but it cannot be true--oh, I know it is not true!"
One sentence in the letter frightened her: "I would not have hurt YOU
above all others in the world."
A week ago that sentence would have filled her with delight, now it
She wished she had never met Clayton. She was sorry that she had ever
seen the forest god. No, she was glad. And there was that other note
she had found in the grass before the cabin the day after her return
from the jungle, the love note signed by Tarzan of the Apes.
Who could be this new suitor? If he were another of the wild denizens
of this terrible forest what might he not do to claim her?
"Esmeralda! Wake up," she cried.
"You make me so irritable, sleeping there peacefully when you know
perfectly well that the
Tyler's secretary, did it all.Page 10
All these useless regrets were getting me in a bad way; but at last I shook myself and tried to put such things out of my mind and take hold of conditions as they existed and do my level best to wrest victory from defeat.Page 25
Ajor told me they were Bo-lu, or clubmen.Page 26
For three nights we slept in trees, finding no caves or other places of concealment.Page 30
were several gay-colored feathers.Page 34
And then, subdued, but filled with pent emotion, a voice cried: "Tom!" I think I nearly fainted, so great was the reaction.Page 36
After considerable difficulty we gained what we thought was our cave, only to find that it was not, and then we realized that we were lost in the labyrinthine mazes of the great cavern.Page 39
I took her in my arms and quieted her as best I could, and finally, with my help, she got to her feet; for she, as well as I, had found some slight recuperation in sleep.Page 41
Who is he?" "He is Tom," replied Ajor succinctly.Page 43
"But why do you wish to kill me?" I asked.Page 44
"It will do them no good, for the lion will wait until they come out and take as many as he can carry away; and there is one there," he added, a trace of sadness in his tone, "whom I hoped would soon follow me to the Kro-lu.Page 45
"Yes," replied the warrior, "but no man with good sense blinds his eyes before one whom he does not trust.Page 46
Ajor and I came to be very fond of her, and she was, I think, equally fond of us.Page 48
a question which it had never occurred to me to propound to Ajor.Page 49
The alternative was flight until Du-seen should have been overcome and punished.Page 60
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, and before Al-tan could reply, Chal-az raised his voice in our behalf.Page 72
He ran out immediately and accompanied the warriors to your hut while I remained to watch what went on within the council-hut and to aid you if you needed aid.Page 74
Entirely outfitted I would not have known myself, so strange was my garb and my armament.Page 85
Sometimes they are little lakes, again but tiny pools, and often mere quagmires of mud, as was this one overgrown with lush grasses which effectually hid its treacherous identity.Page 86
I sighed as I thought how close I had been to saving not only Ajor but her father and his people from defeat and death.