"Who could it have been?" whispered Jane Porter, and the
young man turned to see her standing, wide-eyed and
wondering, close beside him.
"I dare say Tarzan of the Apes is watching us all right," he
answered, in a dubious tone. "I wonder, now, who that spear
was intended for. If for Snipes, then our ape friend is a
friend indeed.
"By jove, where are your father and Mr. Philander?
There's someone or something in that jungle, and it's armed,
whatever it is. Ho! Professor! Mr. Philander!" young Clayton
shouted. There was no response.
"What's to be done, Miss Porter?" continued the young
man, his face clouded by a frown of worry and indecision.
"I can't leave you here alone with these cutthroats, and
you certainly can't venture into the jungle with me; yet
someone must go in search of your father. He is more than
apt to wandering off aimlessly, regardless of danger or
direction, and Mr. Philander is only a trifle less impractical
than he. You will pardon my bluntness, but our lives are
all in jeopardy here, and when we get your father back
something must be done to impress upon him the dangers to
which he exposes you as well as himself by his absent-mindedness."
"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, "and I am not
offended at all. Dear old papa would sacrifice his life for me
without an instant's hesitation, provided one could keep his
mind on so frivolous a matter for an entire instant.
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