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Slowly
she
forced
her
great
bulk
,
inch
by
inch
,
through
the
opening
.
Now
her
head
was
through
,
now
one
great
forearm
and
shoulder
.
Carefully
she
drew
up
the
wounded
member
to
insinuate
it
gently
beyond
the
tight
pressing
bars
.
A
moment
more
and
both
shoulders
through
,
the
long
,
sinuous
body
and
the
narrow
hips
would
glide
quickly
after
.
It
was
on
this
sight
that
Jane
Porter
again
opened
her
eyes
.
When
Clayton
heard
the
report
of
the
firearm
he
fell
into
an
agony
of
fear
and
apprehension
.
He
knew
that
one
of
the
sailors
might
be
the
author
of
it
;
but
the
fact
that
he
had
left
the
revolver
with
Jane
,
together
with
the
overwrought
condition
of
his
nerves
,
made
him
morbidly
positive
that
she
was
threatened
with
some
great
danger
.
Perhaps
even
now
she
was
attempting
to
defend
herself
against
some
savage
man
or
beast
.
What
were
the
thoughts
of
his
strange
captor
or
guide
Clayton
could
only
vaguely
conjecture
;
but
that
he
had
heard
the
shot
,
and
was
in
some
manner
affected
by
it
was
quite
evident
,
for
he
quickened
his
pace
so
appreciably
that
Clayton
,
stumbling
blindly
in
his
wake
,
was
down
a
dozen
times
in
as
many
minutes
in
a
vain
effort
to
keep
pace
with
him
,
and
soon
was
left
hopelessly
behind
.
Fearing
that
he
would
again
be
irretrievably
lost
,
he
called
aloud
to
the
wild
man
ahead
of
him
,
and
in
a
moment
had
the
satisfaction
of
seeing
him
drop
lightly
to
his
side
from
the
branches
above
.
For
a
moment
Tarzan
looked
at
the
young
man
closely
,
as
though
undecided
as
to
just
what
was
best
to
do
;
then
,
stooping
down
before
Clayton
,
he
motioned
him
to
grasp
him
about
the
neck
,
and
,
with
the
white
man
upon
his
back
,
Tarzan
took
to
the
trees
.
The
next
few
minutes
the
young
Englishman
never
forgot
.
High
into
bending
and
swaying
branches
he
was
borne
with
what
seemed
to
him
incredible
swiftness
,
while
Tarzan
chafed
at
the
slowness
of
his
progress
.
From
one
lofty
branch
the
agile
creature
swung
with
Clayton
through
a
dizzy
arc
to
a
neighboring
tree
;
then
for
a
hundred
yards
maybe
the
sure
feet
threaded
a
maze
of
interwoven
limbs
,
balancing
like
a
tightrope
walker
high
above
the
black
depths
of
verdure
beneath
.
