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"
MON
DIEU
!
"
exclaimed
D'Arnot
,
"
he
has
left
me
.
I
feel
it
.
He
has
gone
back
into
his
jungle
and
left
me
here
alone
.
"
And
then
he
remembered
the
look
on
Tarzan
's
face
when
they
had
discovered
that
the
cabin
was
empty
--
such
a
look
as
the
hunter
sees
in
the
eyes
of
the
wounded
deer
he
has
wantonly
brought
down
.
The
man
had
been
hard
hit
--
D'Arnot
realized
it
now
--
but
why
?
He
could
not
understand
.
The
Frenchman
looked
about
him
.
The
loneliness
and
the
horror
of
the
place
commenced
to
get
on
his
nerves
--
already
weakened
by
the
ordeal
of
suffering
and
sickness
he
had
passed
through
.
To
be
left
here
alone
beside
this
awful
jungle
--
never
to
hear
a
human
voice
or
see
a
human
face
--
in
constant
dread
of
savage
beasts
and
more
terribly
savage
men
--
a
prey
to
solitude
and
hopelessness
.
It
was
awful
.
And
far
to
the
east
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
was
speeding
through
the
middle
terrace
back
to
his
tribe
.
Never
had
he
traveled
with
such
reckless
speed
.
He
felt
that
he
was
running
away
from
himself
--
that
by
hurtling
through
the
forest
like
a
frightened
squirrel
he
was
escaping
from
his
own
thoughts
.
But
no
matter
how
fast
he
went
he
found
them
always
with
him
.
He
passed
above
the
sinuous
body
of
Sabor
,
the
lioness
,
going
in
the
opposite
direction
--
toward
the
cabin
,
thought
Tarzan
.
What
could
D'Arnot
do
against
Sabor
--
or
if
Bolgani
,
the
gorilla
,
should
come
upon
him
--
or
Numa
,
the
lion
,
or
cruel
Sheeta
?
Tarzan
paused
in
his
flight
.
