Clayton dreamed that he was drinking his fill of water, pure, delightful1 drafts of fresh water. With a start he gained consciousness to find himself wet through by torrents2 of rain that were falling upon his body and his upturned face. A heavy tropical shower was beating down upon them. He opened his mouth and drank. Presently he was so revived and strengthened that he was enabled to raise himself upon his hands. Across his legs lay Monsieur Thuran. A few feet aft Jane Porter was huddled3 in a pitiful little heap in the bottom of the boat—she was quite still. Clayton knew that she was dead.
After infinite labor4 he released himself from Thuran's pinioning5 body, and with renewed strength crawled toward the girl. He raised her head from the rough boards of the boat's bottom. There might be life in that poor, starved frame even yet. He could not quite abandon all hope, and so he seized a water-soaked rag and squeezed the precious drops between the swollen8 lips of the hideous9 thing that had but a few short days before glowed with the resplendent life of happy youth and glorious beauty.
For some time there was no sign of returning animation10, but at last his efforts were rewarded by a slight tremor11 of the half-closed lids. He chafed12 the thin hands, and forced a few more drops of water into the parched13 throat. The girl opened her eyes, looking up at him for a long time before she could recall her surroundings.
"Water?" she whispered. "Are we saved?"
"It is raining," he explained. "We may at least drink. Already it has revived us both."
"Monsieur Thuran?" she asked. "He did not kill you. Is he dead?"
"I do not know," replied Clayton. "If he lives and this rain revives him—" But he stopped there, remembering too late that he must not add further to the horrors which the girl already had endured.
But she guessed what he would have said.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"I will see if I can revive him," said Clayton at length.
"No," she whispered, extending a detaining hand toward him. "Do not do that—he will kill you when the water has given him strength. If he is dying, let him die. Do not leave me alone in this boat with that beast."
Clayton hesitated. His honor demanded that he attempt to revive Thuran, and there was the possibility, too, that the Russian was beyond human aid. It was not dishonorable to hope so. As he sat fighting out his battle he presently raised his eyes from the body of the man, and as they passed above the gunwale of the boat he staggered weakly to his feet with a little cry of joy.
"Land, Jane!" he almost shouted through his cracked lips. "Thank God, land!"
The girl looked, too, and there, not a hundred yards away, she saw a yellow beach, and, beyond, the luxurious16 foliage17 of a tropical jungle.
"Now you may revive him," said Jane Porter, for she, too, had been haunted with the pangs18 of conscience which had resulted from her decision to prevent Clayton from offering succor20 to their companion.
It required the better part of half an hour before the Russian evinced sufficient symptoms of returning consciousness to open his eyes, and it was some time later before they could bring him to a realization21 of their good fortune. By this time the boat was scraping gently upon the sandy bottom.
Between the refreshing22 water that he had drunk and the stimulus23 of renewed hope, Clayton found strength to stagger through the shallow water to the shore with a line made fast to the boat's bow. This he fastened to a small tree which grew at the top of a low bank, for the tide was at flood, and he feared that the boat might carry them all out to sea again with the ebb24, since it was quite likely that it would be beyond his strength to get Jane Porter to the shore for several hours. Next he managed to stagger and crawl toward the near-by jungle, where he had seen evidences of profusion25 of tropical fruit. His former experience in the jungle of Tarzan of the Apes had taught him which of the many growing things were edible26, and after nearly an hour of absence he returned to the beach with a little armful of food.
The rain had ceased, and the hot sun was beating down so mercilessly upon her that Jane Porter insisted on making an immediate27 attempt to gain the land. Still further invigorated by the food Clayton had brought, the three were able to reach the half shade of the small tree to which their boat was moored28. Here, thoroughly29 exhausted30, they threw themselves down to rest, sleeping until dark.
For a month they lived upon the beach in comparative safety. As their strength returned the two men constructed a rude shelter in the branches of a tree, high enough from the ground to insure safety from the larger beasts of prey31. By day they gathered fruits and trapped small rodents32; at night they lay cowering33 within their frail34 shelter while savage35 denizens36 of the jungle made hideous the hours of darkness.
They slept upon litters of jungle grasses, and for covering at night Jane Porter had only an old ulster that belonged to Clayton, the same garment that he had worn upon that memorable37 trip to the Wisconsin woods. Clayton had erected38 a frail partition of boughs39 to divide their arboreal40 shelter into two rooms—one for the girl and the other for Monsieur Thuran and himself.
From the first the Russian had exhibited every trait of his true character—selfishness, boorishness41, arrogance42, cowardice43, and lust44. Twice had he and Clayton come to blows because of Thuran's attitude toward the girl. Clayton dared not leave her alone with him for an instant. The existence of the Englishman and his fiancee was one continual nightmare of horror, and yet they lived on in hope of ultimate rescue.
Jane Porter's thoughts often reverted45 to her other experience on this savage shore. Ah, if the invincible46 forest god of that dead past were but with them now. No longer would there be aught to fear from prowling beasts, or from the bestial47 Russian. She could not well refrain from comparing the scant48 protection afforded her by Clayton with what she might have expected had Tarzan of the Apes been for a single instant confronted by the sinister49 and menacing attitude of Monsieur Thuran. Once, when Clayton had gone to the little stream for water, and Thuran had spoken coarsely to her, she voiced her thoughts.
"It is well for you, Monsieur Thuran," she said, "that the poor Monsieur Tarzan who was lost from the ship that brought you and Miss Strong to Cape50 Town is not here now."
"I knew the man," she replied. "The only real man, I think, that I have ever known."
There was something in her tone of voice that led the Russian to attribute to her a deeper feeling for his enemy than friendship, and he grasped at the suggestion to be further revenged upon the man whom he supposed dead by besmirching52 his memory to the girl.
"He was worse than a pig," he cried. "He was a poltroon53 and a coward. To save himself from the righteous wrath54 of the husband of a woman he had wronged, he perjured55 his soul in an attempt to place the blame entirely56 upon her. Not succeeding in this, he ran away from France to escape meeting the husband upon the field of honor. That is why he was on board the ship that bore Miss Strong and myself to Cape Town. I know whereof I speak, for the woman in the case is my sister. Something more I know that I have never told another—your brave Monsieur Tarzan leaped overboard in an agony of fear because I recognized him, and insisted that he make reparation to me the following morning—we could have fought with knives in my stateroom."
Jane Porter laughed. "You do not for a moment imagine that one who has known both Monsieur Tarzan and you could ever believe such an impossible tale?"
"Then why did he travel under an assumed name?" asked Monsieur Thuran.
"I do not believe you," she cried, but nevertheless the seed of suspicion was sown, for she knew that Hazel Strong had known her forest god only as John Caldwell, of London.
A scant five miles north of their rude shelter, all unknown to them, and practically as remote as though separated by thousands of miles of impenetrable jungle, lay the snug57 little cabin of Tarzan of the Apes. While farther up the coast, a few miles beyond the cabin, in crude but well-built shelters, lived a little party of eighteen souls—the occupants of the three boats from the LADY ALICE from which Clayton's boat had become separated.
Over a smooth sea they had rowed to the mainland in less than three days. None of the horrors of shipwreck58 had been theirs, and though depressed59 by sorrow, and suffering from the shock of the catastrophe60 and the unaccustomed hardships of their new existence there was none much the worse for the experience.
All were buoyed61 by the hope that the fourth boat had been picked up, and that a thorough search of the coast would be quickly made. As all the firearms and ammunition62 on the yacht had been placed in Lord Tennington's boat, the party was well equipped for defense63, and for hunting the larger game for food.
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter was their only immediate anxiety. Fully64 assured in his own mind that his daughter had been picked up by a passing steamer, he gave over the last vestige65 of apprehension66 concerning her welfare, and devoted67 his giant intellect solely68 to the consideration of those momentous69 and abstruse70 scientific problems which he considered the only proper food for thought in one of his erudition. His mind appeared blank to the influence of all extraneous71 matters.
"Never," said the exhausted Mr. Samuel T. Philander72, to Lord Tennington, "never has Professor Porter been more difficult—er—I might say, impossible. Why, only this morning, after I had been forced to relinquish73 my surveillance for a brief half hour he was entirely missing upon my return. And, bless me, sir, where do you imagine I discovered him? A half mile out in the ocean, sir, in one of the lifeboats, rowing away for dear life. I do not know how he attained74 even that magnificent distance from shore, for he had but a single oar7, with which he was blissfully rowing about in circles.
"When one of the sailors had taken me out to him in another boat the professor became quite indignant at my suggestion that we return at once to land. 'Why, Mr. Philander,' he said, 'I am surprised that you, sir, a man of letters yourself, should have the temerity75 so to interrupt the progress of science. I had about deduced from certain astronomic76 phenomena77 I have had under minute observation during the past several tropic nights an entirely new nebular hypothesis which will unquestionably startle the scientific world. I wish to consult a very excellent monograph78 on Laplace's hypothesis, which I understand is in a certain private collection in New York City. Your interference, Mr. Philander, will result in an irreparable delay, for I was just rowing over to obtain this pamphlet.' And it was with the greatest difficulty that I persuaded him to return to shore, without resorting to force," concluded Mr. Philander.
Miss Strong and her mother were very brave under the strain of almost constant apprehension of the attacks of savage beasts. Nor were they quite able to accept so readily as the others the theory that Jane, Clayton, and Monsieur Thuran had been picked up safely.
Jane Porter's Esmeralda was in a constant state of tears at the cruel fate which had separated her from her "po, li'le honey."
Lord Tennington's great-hearted good nature never deserted79 him for a moment. He was still the jovial80 host, seeking always for the comfort and pleasure of his guests. With the men of his yacht he remained the just but firm commander—there was never any more question in the jungle than there had been on board the LADY ALICE as to who was the final authority in all questions of importance, and in all emergencies requiring cool and intelligent leadership.
Could this well-organized and comparatively secure party of castaways have seen the ragged81, fear-haunted trio a few miles south of them they would scarcely have recognized in them the formerly82 immaculate members of the little company that had laughed and played upon the LADY ALICE. Clayton and Monsieur Thuran were almost naked, so torn had their clothes been by the thorn bushes and tangled83 vegetation of the matted jungle through which they had been compelled to force their way in search of their ever more difficult food supply.
Jane Porter had of course not been subjected to these strenuous84 expeditions, but her apparel was, nevertheless, in a sad state of disrepair.
Clayton, for lack of any better occupation, had carefully saved the skin of every animal they had killed. By stretching them upon the stems of trees, and diligently85 scraping them, he had managed to save them in a fair condition, and now that his clothes were threatening to cover his nakedness no longer, he commenced to fashion a rude garment of them, using a sharp thorn for a needle, and bits of tough grass and animal tendons in lieu of thread.
The result when completed was a sleeveless garment which fell nearly to his knees. As it was made up of numerous small pelts86 of different species of rodents, it presented a rather strange and wonderful appearance, which, together with the vile87 stench which permeated88 it, rendered it anything other than a desirable addition to a wardrobe. But the time came when for the sake of decency89 he was compelled to don it, and even the misery90 of their condition could not prevent Jane Porter from laughing heartily91 at sight of him.
Later, Thuran also found it necessary to construct a similar primitive92 garment, so that, with their bare legs and heavily bearded faces, they looked not unlike reincarnations of two prehistoric93 progenitors94 of the human race. Thuran acted like one.
Nearly two months of this existence had passed when the first great calamity95 befell them. It was prefaced by an adventure which came near terminating abruptly96 the sufferings of two of them—terminating them in the grim and horrible manner of the jungle, forever.
Thuran, down with an attack of jungle fever, lay in the shelter among the branches of their tree of refuge. Clayton had been into the jungle a few hundred yards in search of food. As he returned Jane Porter walked to meet him. Behind the man, cunning and crafty97, crept an old and mangy lion. For three days his ancient thews and sinews had proved insufficient98 for the task of providing his cavernous belly99 with meat. For months he had eaten less and less frequently, and farther and farther had he roamed from his accustomed haunts in search of easier prey. At last he had found nature's weakest and most defenseless creature—in a moment more Numa would dine.
Clayton, all unconscious of the lurking100 death behind him, strode out into the open toward Jane. He had reached her side, a hundred feet from the tangled edge of jungle when past his shoulder the girl saw the tawny101 head and the wicked yellow eyes as the grasses parted, and the huge beast, nose to ground, stepped softly into view.
So frozen with horror was she that she could utter no sound, but the fixed102 and terrified gaze of her fear-widened eyes spoke as plainly to Clayton as words. A quick glance behind him revealed the hopelessness of their situation. The lion was scarce thirty paces from them, and they were equally as far from the shelter. The man was armed with a stout103 stick—as efficacious against a hungry lion, he realized, as a toy pop-gun charged with a tethered cork104.
Numa, ravenous105 with hunger, had long since learned the futility106 of roaring and moaning as he searched for prey, but now that it was as surely his as though already he had felt the soft flesh beneath his still mighty107 paw, he opened his huge jaws108, and gave vent19 to his long-pent rage in a series of deafening109 roars that made the air tremble.
"Run, Jane!" cried Clayton. "Quick! Run for the shelter!" But her paralyzed muscles refused to respond, and she stood mute and rigid110, staring with ghastly countenance111 at the living death creeping toward them.
Thuran, at the sound of that awful roar, had come to the opening of the shelter, and as he saw the tableau112 below him he hopped113 up and down, shrieking114 to them in Russian.
"Run! Run!" he cried. "Run, or I shall be left all alone in this horrible place," and then he broke down and commenced to weep. For a moment this new voice distracted the attention of the lion, who halted to cast an inquiring glance in the direction of the tree. Clayton could endure the strain no longer. Turning his back upon the beast, he buried his head in his arms and waited.
The girl looked at him in horror. Why did he not do something? If he must die, why not die like a man—bravely; beating at that terrible face with his puny115 stick, no matter how futile116 it might be. Would Tarzan of the Apes have done thus? Would he not at least have gone down to his death fighting heroically to the last?
Now the lion was crouching117 for the spring that would end their young lives beneath cruel, rending118, yellow fangs119. Jane Porter sank to her knees in prayer, closing her eyes to shut out the last hideous instant. Thuran, weak from fever, fainted.
Seconds dragged into minutes, long minutes into an eternity120, and yet the beast did not spring. Clayton was almost unconscious from the prolonged agony of fright—his knees trembled—a moment more and he would collapse121.
Jane Porter could endure it no longer. She opened her eyes. Could she be dreaming?
"William," she whispered; "look!"
Clayton mastered himself sufficiently122 to raise his head and turn toward the lion. An ejaculation of surprise burst from his lips. At their very feet the beast lay crumpled123 in death. A heavy war spear protruded124 from the tawny hide. It had entered the great back above the right shoulder, and, passing entirely through the body, had pierced the savage heart.
Jane Porter had risen to her feet; as Clayton turned back to her she staggered in weakness. He put out his arms to save her from falling, and then drew her close to him—pressing her head against his shoulder, he stooped to kiss her in thanksgiving.
Gently the girl pushed him away.
"Please do not do that, William," she said. "I have lived a thousand years in the past brief moments. I have learned in the face of death how to live. I do not wish to hurt you more than is necessary; but I can no longer bear to live out the impossible position I have attempted because of a false sense of loyalty125 to an impulsive126 promise I made you.
"The last few seconds of my life have taught me that it would be hideous to attempt further to deceive myself and you, or to entertain for an instant longer the possibility of ever becoming your wife, should we regain127 civilization."
"Why, Jane," he cried, "what do you mean? What has our providential rescue to do with altering your feelings toward me? You are but unstrung—tomorrow you will be yourself again."
"I am more nearly myself this minute than I have been for over a year," she replied. "The thing that has just happened has again forced to my memory the fact that the bravest man that ever lived honored me with his love. Until it was too late I did not realize that I returned it, and so I sent him away. He is dead now, and I shall never marry. I certainly could not wed6 another less brave than he without harboring constantly a feeling of contempt for the relative cowardice of my husband. Do you understand me?"
And it was the next day that the great calamity befell.
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