be played with no longer. I have
the license and here is the preacher. Come Mr. Tousley; come Jane.
There are plenty of witnesses--more than enough," he added with a
disagreeable inflection; and taking Jane Porter by the arm, he started
to lead her toward the waiting minister.
But scarcely had he taken a single step ere a heavy hand closed upon
his arm with a grip of steel.
Another hand shot to his throat and in a moment he was being shaken
high above the floor, as a cat might shake a mouse.
Jane turned in horrified surprise toward Tarzan.
And, as she looked into his face, she saw the crimson band upon his
forehead that she had seen that other day in far distant Africa, when
Tarzan of the Apes had closed in mortal combat with the great
She knew that murder lay in that savage heart, and with a little cry of
horror she sprang forward to plead with the ape-man. But her fears were
more for Tarzan than for Canler. She realized the stern retribution
which justice metes to the murderer.
Before she could reach them, however, Clayton had jumped to Tarzan's
side and attempted to drag Canler from his grasp.
With a single sweep of one mighty arm the Englishman was hurled across
the room, and then Jane laid a firm white hand upon Tarzan's wrist, and
looked up into his eyes.
"For my sake," she said.
The grasp upon Canler's throat relaxed.
Tarzan looked down into the beautiful face before him.
"Do you wish this to live?" he asked in surprise.
"I do not wish him to die at your hands, my friend," she replied. "I
do not wish you to become a murderer."
Tarzan removed his hand from Canler's throat.
"Do you release her from her promise?" he asked. "It is the price of
Canler, gasping for breath, nodded.
"Will you go away and never molest her further?"
Again the man nodded his head, his face distorted by fear of the death
that had been so close.
Tarzan released him, and Canler staggered toward the door. In another
moment he was gone, and the terror-stricken preacher with him.
Tarzan turned toward Jane.
"May I speak with you for a moment, alone," he asked.
The girl nodded and started toward the door leading to the narrow
veranda of the little hotel. She passed out to await Tarzan and so did
not hear the conversation which followed.
"Wait," cried Professor Porter, as Tarzan was about to follow.
The professor had been stricken dumb with surprise by the rapid
The mental comparison she was making between him and Mr.Page 56
opposite the cleft in the cliffs.Page 63
Cautiously the party, with the exception of Divine, Miller, and Swenson, crept toward the little pile of supplies that were heaped fifty or sixty feet from the sleeping members of Simms' faction.Page 77
So all we done was in self-defense, as it were.Page 79
The girl within was panic-stricken.Page 99
" "Thanks!" replied the girl.Page 100
" The girl found a pin that he said would answer very nicely, and with a shoe lace for a line and a big locust as bait the mucker set forth to angle in the little mountain torrent.Page 141
They're goin' to try to get the death sentence.Page 154
He handed one to Bridge.Page 159
Just for an instant he, himself, paused at the head of the stairs and looked about.Page 164
"Youse don't know dem guys at all.Page 174
Bridge stretched.Page 184
We make it all time while we fight to liberate my poor Mexico.Page 185
He saluted one of these and delivered his message, whereupon the tall, gaunt Captain Rozales arose and came over to Pesita.Page 218
"No," replied the girl, candidly; "but I think it's just because you can't ride.Page 243
Through the willows upon the opposite bank he shouldered his path, across the meadow still at a walk, lest they arouse attention, and through a gate which led directly from the meadow into the ranchyard.Page 250
Billy Byrne stepped out into the open.Page 263
At last he heard a rustling sound just ahead of him.Page 269
"Come!" he whispered.Page 277
"It's certainly strange.