The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Page 91

You will be happy,
though; I am sure you shall--you must be. You may tell the others of
my decision to drive my car on to New York--I don't feel equal to
bidding Clayton good-bye. I want always to remember him kindly, but I
fear that I am too much of a wild beast yet to be trusted too long with
the man who stands between me and the one person in all the world I

As Clayton stooped to pick up his coat in the waiting room his eyes
fell on a telegraph blank lying face down upon the floor. He stooped
to pick it up, thinking it might be a message of importance which some
one had dropped. He glanced at it hastily, and then suddenly he forgot
his coat, the approaching train--everything but that terrible little
piece of yellow paper in his hand. He read it twice before he could
fully grasp the terrific weight of meaning that it bore to him.

When he had picked it up he had been an English nobleman, the proud and
wealthy possessor of vast estates--a moment later he had read it, and
he knew that he was an untitled and penniless beggar. It was D'Arnot's
cablegram to Tarzan, and it read:

Finger prints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.

He staggered as though he had received a mortal blow. Just then he
heard the others calling to him to hurry--the train was coming to a
stop at the little platform. Like a man dazed he gathered up his
ulster. He would tell them about the cablegram when they were all on
board the train. Then he ran out upon the platform just as the engine
whistled twice in the final warning that precedes the first rumbling
jerk of coupling pins. The others were on board, leaning out from the
platform of a Pullman, crying to him to hurry. Quite five minutes
elapsed before they were settled in their seats, nor was it until then
that Clayton discovered that Tarzan was not with them.

"Where is Tarzan?" he asked Jane Porter. "In another car?"

"No," she replied; "at the last minute he determined to

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