"Tarzan of the Apes."
Clayton started back in surprise.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed. "It is true."
And Professor Porter and Mr. Philander pressed forward to add
their thanks to Clayton's, and to voice their surprise and
pleasure at seeing their jungle friend so far from his savage home.
The party now entered the modest little hostelry, where
Clayton soon made arrangements for their entertainment.
They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor when the distant
chugging of an approaching automobile caught their attention.
Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the window, looked
out as the car drew in sight, finally stopping beside
the other automobiles.
"Bless me!" said Mr. Philander, a shade of annoyance in
his tone. "It is Mr. Canler. I had hoped, er--I had thought
or--er--how very happy we should be that he was not caught
in the fire," he ended lamely.
"Tut, tut! Mr. Philander," said Professor Porter. "Tut,
tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before
speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a
thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence."
"Bless me, yes!" acquiesced Mr. Philander. "But who is the
clerical appearing gentleman with him?"
Jane blanched.
Clayton moved uneasily in his chair.
Professor Porter removed his spectacles nervously, and breathed
upon them, but replaced them on his nose without wiping.
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