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Clayton
came
to
his
feet
with
a
start
.
His
blood
ran
cold
.
Never
in
all
his
life
had
so
fearful
a
sound
smote
upon
his
ears
.
He
was
no
coward
;
but
if
ever
man
felt
the
icy
fingers
of
fear
upon
his
heart
,
William
Cecil
Clayton
,
eldest
son
of
Lord
Greystoke
of
England
,
did
that
day
in
the
fastness
of
the
African
jungle
.
The
noise
of
some
great
body
crashing
through
the
underbrush
so
close
beside
him
,
and
the
sound
of
that
bloodcurdling
shriek
from
above
,
tested
Clayton
's
courage
to
the
limit
;
but
he
could
not
know
that
it
was
to
that
very
voice
he
owed
his
life
,
nor
that
the
creature
who
hurled
it
forth
was
his
own
cousin
--
the
real
Lord
Greystoke
.
The
afternoon
was
drawing
to
a
close
,
and
Clayton
,
disheartened
and
discouraged
,
was
in
a
terrible
quandary
as
to
the
proper
course
to
pursue
;
whether
to
keep
on
in
search
of
Professor
Porter
,
at
the
almost
certain
risk
of
his
own
death
in
the
jungle
by
night
,
or
to
return
to
the
cabin
where
he
might
at
least
serve
to
protect
Jane
from
the
perils
which
confronted
her
on
all
sides
.
He
did
not
wish
to
return
to
camp
without
her
father
;
still
more
,
he
shrank
from
the
thought
of
leaving
her
alone
and
unprotected
in
the
hands
of
the
mutineers
of
the
Arrow
,
or
to
the
hundred
unknown
dangers
of
the
jungle
.
Possibly
,
too
,
he
thought
,
the
professor
and
Philander
might
have
returned
to
camp
.
Yes
,
that
was
more
than
likely
.
At
least
he
would
return
and
see
,
before
he
continued
what
seemed
to
be
a
most
fruitless
quest
.
And
so
he
started
,
stumbling
back
through
the
thick
and
matted
underbrush
in
the
direction
that
he
thought
the
cabin
lay
.
To
Tarzan
's
surprise
the
young
man
was
heading
further
into
the
jungle
in
the
general
direction
of
Mbonga
's
village
,
and
the
shrewd
young
ape-man
was
convinced
that
he
was
lost
.
To
Tarzan
this
was
scarcely
comprehensible
;
his
judgment
told
him
that
no
man
would
venture
toward
the
village
of
the
cruel
blacks
armed
only
with
a
spear
which
,
from
the
awkward
way
in
which
he
carried
it
,
was
evidently
an
unaccustomed
weapon
to
this
white
man
.
Nor
was
he
following
the
trail
of
the
old
men
.
That
,
they
had
crossed
and
left
long
since
,
though
it
had
been
fresh
and
plain
before
Tarzan
's
eyes
.
Tarzan
was
perplexed
.
The
fierce
jungle
would
make
easy
prey
of
this
unprotected
stranger
in
a
very
short
time
if
he
were
not
guided
quickly
to
the
beach
.
Yes
,
there
was
Numa
,
the
lion
,
even
now
,
stalking
the
white
man
a
dozen
paces
to
the
right
.
