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At
last
he
grasped
the
manuscript
upon
which
Jane
Porter
had
been
writing
,
and
as
cautiously
withdrew
his
arm
and
hand
,
holding
the
precious
treasure
.
Tarzan
folded
the
sheets
into
a
small
parcel
which
he
tucked
into
the
quiver
with
his
arrows
.
Then
he
melted
away
into
the
jungle
as
softly
and
as
noiselessly
as
a
shadow
.
Early
the
following
morning
Tarzan
awoke
,
and
his
first
thought
of
the
new
day
,
as
the
last
of
yesterday
,
was
of
the
wonderful
writing
which
lay
hidden
in
his
quiver
.
Hurriedly
he
brought
it
forth
,
hoping
against
hope
that
he
could
read
what
the
beautiful
white
girl
had
written
there
the
preceding
evening
.
At
the
first
glance
he
suffered
a
bitter
disappointment
;
never
before
had
he
so
yearned
for
anything
as
now
he
did
for
the
ability
to
interpret
a
message
from
that
golden-haired
divinity
who
had
come
so
suddenly
and
so
unexpectedly
into
his
life
.
What
did
it
matter
if
the
message
were
not
intended
for
him
?
It
was
an
expression
of
her
thoughts
,
and
that
was
sufficient
for
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
.
And
now
to
be
baffled
by
strange
,
uncouth
characters
the
like
of
which
he
had
never
seen
before
!
Why
,
they
even
tipped
in
the
opposite
direction
from
all
that
he
had
ever
examined
either
in
printed
books
or
the
difficult
script
of
the
few
letters
he
had
found
.
Even
the
little
bugs
of
the
black
book
were
familiar
friends
,
though
their
arrangement
meant
nothing
to
him
;
but
these
bugs
were
new
and
unheard
of
.
For
twenty
minutes
he
pored
over
them
,
when
suddenly
they
commenced
to
take
familiar
though
distorted
shapes
.
Ah
,
they
were
his
old
friends
,
but
badly
crippled
.
Then
he
began
to
make
out
a
word
here
and
a
word
there
.
His
heart
leaped
for
joy
.
He
could
read
it
,
and
he
would
.
