The ubiquitous Esmeralda grunted.
Only Tarzan did not comprehend.
Presently Robert Canler burst into the room.
"Thank God!" he cried. "I feared the worst, until I saw
your car, Clayton. I was cut off on the south road and had to
go away back to town, and then strike east to this road. I
thought we'd never reach the cottage."
No one seemed to enthuse much. Tarzan eyed Robert Canler
as Sabor eyes her prey.
Jane glanced at him and coughed nervously.
"Mr. Canler," she said, "this is Monsieur Tarzan, an old friend."
Canler turned and extended his hand. Tarzan rose and
bowed as only D'Arnot could have taught a gentleman to do
it, but he did not seem to see Canler's hand.
Nor did Canler appear to notice the oversight.
"This is the Reverend Mr. Tousley, Jane," said Canler, turning
to the clerical party behind him. "Mr. Tousley, Miss Porter."
Mr. Tousley bowed and beamed.
Canler introduced him to the others.
"We can have the ceremony at once, Jane," said Canler.
"Then you and I can catch the midnight train in town."
Tarzan understood the plan instantly. He glanced out of
half-closed eyes at Jane, but he did not move.
The girl hesitated. The room was tense with the silence of
taut nerves.
All eyes turned toward Jane, awaiting her reply.
"Can't we wait a few days?" she asked. "I am all unstrung.
I have been through so much today.
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