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Esmeralda
,
the
Negress
,
was
busy
sorting
her
mistress
'
baggage
from
the
pile
of
bales
and
boxes
beside
the
cabin
,
and
Miss
Porter
had
turned
away
to
follow
Clayton
,
when
something
caused
her
to
turn
again
toward
the
sailor
.
And
then
three
things
happened
almost
simultaneously
.
The
sailor
jerked
out
his
weapon
and
leveled
it
at
Clayton
's
back
,
Miss
Porter
screamed
a
warning
,
and
a
long
,
metal-shod
spear
shot
like
a
bolt
from
above
and
passed
entirely
through
the
right
shoulder
of
the
rat-faced
man
.
The
revolver
exploded
harmlessly
in
the
air
,
and
the
seaman
crumpled
up
with
a
scream
of
pain
and
terror
.
Clayton
turned
and
rushed
back
toward
the
scene
.
The
sailors
stood
in
a
frightened
group
,
with
drawn
weapons
,
peering
into
the
jungle
.
The
wounded
man
writhed
and
shrieked
upon
the
ground
.
Clayton
,
unseen
by
any
,
picked
up
the
fallen
revolver
and
slipped
it
inside
his
shirt
,
then
he
joined
the
sailors
in
gazing
,
mystified
,
into
the
jungle
.
"
Who
could
it
have
been
?
"
whispered
Jane
Porter
,
and
the
young
man
turned
to
see
her
standing
,
wide-eyed
and
wondering
,
close
beside
him
.
"
I
dare
say
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
is
watching
us
all
right
,
"
he
answered
,
in
a
dubious
tone
.
"
I
wonder
,
now
,
who
that
spear
was
intended
for
.
If
for
Snipes
,
then
our
ape
friend
is
a
friend
indeed
.
"
By
jove
,
where
are
your
father
and
Mr.
Philander
?
There
's
someone
or
something
in
that
jungle
,
and
it
's
armed
,
whatever
it
is
.
Ho
!
Professor
!
Mr.
Philander
!
"
young
Clayton
shouted
.
There
was
no
response
.
"
What
's
to
be
done
,
Miss
Porter
?
"
continued
the
young
man
,
his
face
clouded
by
a
frown
of
worry
and
indecision
.
"
I
ca
n't
leave
you
here
alone
with
these
cutthroats
,
and
you
certainly
ca
n't
venture
into
the
jungle
with
me
;
yet
someone
must
go
in
search
of
your
father
.
He
is
more
than
apt
to
wandering
off
aimlessly
,
regardless
of
danger
or
direction
,
and
Mr.
Philander
is
only
a
trifle
less
impractical
than
he
.
