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In
his
tree
he
had
constructed
a
rude
shelter
of
leaves
and
boughs
,
beneath
which
,
protected
from
the
rain
,
he
had
placed
the
few
treasures
brought
from
the
cabin
.
Among
these
were
some
pencils
.
He
took
one
,
and
beneath
Jane
Porter
's
signature
he
wrote
:
I
am
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
He
thought
that
would
be
sufficient
.
Later
he
would
return
the
letter
to
the
cabin
.
In
the
matter
of
food
,
thought
Tarzan
,
they
had
no
need
to
worry
--
he
would
provide
,
and
he
did
.
The
next
morning
Jane
found
her
missing
letter
in
the
exact
spot
from
which
it
had
disappeared
two
nights
before
.
She
was
mystified
;
but
when
she
saw
the
printed
words
beneath
her
signature
,
she
felt
a
cold
,
clammy
chill
run
up
her
spine
.
She
showed
the
letter
,
or
rather
the
last
sheet
with
the
signature
,
to
Clayton
.
"
And
to
think
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
uncanny
thing
was
probably
watching
me
all
the
time
that
I
was
writing
--
oo
!
It
makes
me
shudder
just
to
think
of
it
.
"
"
But
he
must
be
friendly
,
"
reassured
Clayton
,
"
for
he
has
returned
your
letter
,
nor
did
he
offer
to
harm
you
,
and
unless
I
am
mistaken
he
left
a
very
substantial
memento
of
his
friendship
outside
the
cabin
door
last
night
,
for
I
just
found
the
carcass
of
a
wild
boar
there
as
I
came
out
.
"
From
then
on
scarcely
a
day
passed
that
did
not
bring
its
offering
of
game
or
other
food
.
Sometimes
it
was
a
young
deer
,
again
a
quantity
of
strange
,
cooked
food
--
cassava
cakes
pilfered
from
the
village
of
Mbonga
--
or
a
boar
,
or
leopard
,
and
once
a
lion
.
