the　intentions　of　the　Swede　swarmed　her　brain。　　Might　she
  not　be　infinitely　worse　off　if　she　gave　herself　into　his　power
  than　she　already　was？
  No；　she　could　be　no　worse　off　in　company　with　the　devil
  himself　than　with　Nikolas　Rokoff；　for　the　devil　at　least　bore
  the　reputation　of　being　a　gentleman。
  She　swore　a　dozen　times　that　she　would　not　leave　the　Kincaid
  without　her　baby；　and　yet　she　remained　clothed　long
  past　her　usual　hour　for　retiring；　and　her　blankets　were　neatly
  rolled　and　bound　with　stout　cord；　when　about　midnight　there
  came　a　stealthy　scratching　upon　the　panels　of　her　door。
  Swiftly　she　crossed　the　room　and　drew　the　bolt。　　Softly　the
  door　swung　open　to　admit　the　muffled　figure　of　the　Swede。
  On　one　arm　he　carried　a　bundle；　evidently　his　blankets。
  His　other　hand　was　raised　in　a　gesture　commanding　silence；
  a　grimy　forefinger　upon　his　lips。
  He　came　quite　close　to　her。
  〃Carry　this；〃　he　said。　　〃Do　not　make　some　noise　when
  you　see　it。　　It　ban　you　kid。〃
  Quick　hands　snatched　the　bundle　from　the　cook；　and　hungry
  mother　arms　folded　the　sleeping　infant　to　her　breast；
  while　hot　tears　of　joy　ran　down　her　cheeks　and　her　whole
  frame　shook　with　the　emotion　of　the　moment。
  〃Come！〃　said　Anderssen。　　〃We　got　no　time　to　vaste。〃
  He　snatched　up　her　bundle　of　blankets；　and　outside　the
  cabin　door　his　own　as　well。　　Then　he　led　her　to　the　ship's　side；
  steadied　her　descent　of　the　monkey…ladder；　holding　the　child
  for　her　as　she　climbed　to　the　waiting　boat　below。　　A　moment
  later　he　had　cut　the　rope　that　held　the　small　boat　to　the
  steamer's　side；　and；　bending　silently　to　the　muffled　oars；
  was　pulling　toward　the　black　shadows　up　the　Ugambi　River。
  Anderssen　rowed　on　as　though　quite　sure　of　his　ground；
  and　when　after　half　an　hour　the　moon　broke　through　the
  clouds　there　was　revealed　upon　their　left　the　mouth　of　a
  tributary　running　into　the　Ugambi。　　Up　this　narrow　channel
  the　Swede　turned　the　prow　of　the　small　boat。
  Jane　Clayton　wondered　if　the　man　knew　where　he　was　bound。
  She　did　not　know　that　in　his　capacity　as　cook　he　had
  that　day　been　rowed　up　this　very　stream　to　a　little　village
  where　he　had　bartered　with　the　natives　for　such　provisions
  as　they　had　for　sale；　and　that　he　had　there　arranged　the　details
  of　his　plan　for　the　adventure　upon　which　they　were　now
  setting　forth。
  Even　though　the　moon　was　full；　the　surface　of　the　small
  river　was　quite　dark。　　The　giant　trees　overhung　its　narrow
  banks；　meeting　in　a　great　arch　above　the　centre　of　the　river。
  Spanish　moss　dropped　from　the　gracefully　bending　limbs；
  and　enormous　creepers　clambered　in　riotous　profusion　from
  the　ground　to　the　loftiest　branch；　falling　in　curving　loops
  almost　to　the　water's　placid　breast。
  Now　and　then　the　river's　surface　would　be　suddenly　broken
  ahead　of　them　by　a　huge　crocodile；　startled　by　the　splashing
  of　the　oars；　or；　snorting　and　blowing；　a　family　of　hippos　would
  dive　from　a　sandy　bar　to　the　cool；　safe　depths　of　the　bottom。
  From　the　dense　jungles　upon　either　side　came　the　weird
  night　cries　of　the　carnivorathe　maniacal　voice　of　the　hyena；
  the　coughing　grunt　of　the　panther；　the　deep　and　awful　roar
  of　the　lion。　　And　with　them　strange；　uncanny　notes　that　the
  girl　could　not　ascribe　to　any　particular　night　prowlermore
  terrible　because　of　their　mystery。
  Huddled　in　the　stern　of　the　boat　she　sat　with　her　baby
  strained　close　to　her　bosom；　and　because　of　that　little　tender；
  helpless　thing　she　was　happier　tonight　than　she　had　been　for
  many　a　sorrow…ridden　day。
  Even　though　she　knew　not　to　what　fate　she　was　going；　or
  how　soon　that　fate　might　overtake　her；　still　was　she　happy
  and　thankful　for　the　moment；　however　brief；　that　she　might
  press　her　baby　tightly　in　her　arms。　　She　could　scarce　wait
  for　the　coming　of　the　day　that　she　might　look　again　upon　the
  bright　face　of　her　little；　black…eyed　Jack。
  Again　and　again　she　tried　to　strain　her　eyes　through　the
  blackness　of　the　jungle　night　to　have　but　a　tiny　peep　at　those
  beloved　features；　but　only　the　dim　outline　of　the　baby　face
  rewarded　her　efforts。　　Then　once　more　she　would　cuddle　the
  warm；　little　bundle　close　to　her　throbbing　heart。
  It　must　have　been　close　to　three　o'clock　in　the　morning
  that　Anderssen　brought　the　boat's　nose　to　the　shore　before　a
  clearing　where　could　be　dimly　seen　in　the　waning　moonlight
  a　cluster　of　native　huts　encircled　by　a　thorn　boma。
  At　the　village　gate　they　were　admitted　by　a　native　woman；
  the　wife　of　the　chief　whom　Anderssen　had　paid　to　assist　him。
  She　took　them　to　the　chief's　hut；　but　Anderssen　said　that　they
  would　sleep　without　upon　the　ground；　and　so；　her　duty　having
  been　completed；　she　left　them　to　their　own　devices。
  The　Swede；　after　explaining　in　his　gruff　way　that　the　huts
  were　doubtless　filthy　and　vermin…ridden；　spread　Jane's
  blankets　on　the　ground　for　her；　and　at　a　little　distance
  unrolled　his　own　and　lay　down　to　sleep。
  It　was　some　time　before　the　girl　could　find　a　comfortable
  position　upon　the　hard　ground；　but　at　last；　the　baby　in　the
  hollow　of　her　arm；　she　dropped　asleep　from　utter　exhaustion。
  When　she　awoke　it　was　broad　daylight。
  About　her　were　clustered　a　score　of　curious　natives
  mostly　men；　for　among　the　aborigines　it　is　the　male　who
  owns　this　characteristic　in　its　most　exaggerated　form。
  Instinctively　Jane　Clayton　drew　the　baby　more　closely　to　her；
  though　she　soon　saw　that　the　blacks　were　far　from　intending
  her　or　the　child　any　harm。
  In　fact；　one　of　them　offered　her　a　gourd　of　milka　filthy；
  smoke…begrimed　gourd；　with　the　ancient　rind　of　long…curdled
  milk　caked　in　layers　within　its　neck；　but　the　spirit　of　the　giver
  touched　her　deeply；　and　her　face　lightened　for　a　moment　with
  one　of　those　almost　forgotten　smiles　of　radiance　that　had
  helped　to　make　her　beauty　famous　both　in　Baltimore　and　London。
  She　took　the　gourd　in　one　hand；　and　rather　than　cause　the
  giver　pain　raised　it　to　her　lips；　though　for　the　life　of　her　she
  could　scarce　restrain　the　qualm　of　nausea　that　surged　through
  her　as　the　malodorous　thing　approached　her　nostrils。
  It　was　Anderssen　who　came　to　her　rescue；　and　taking　the
  gourd　from　her；　drank　a　portion　himself；　and　then　returned
  it　to　the　native　with　a　gift　of　blue　beads。
  The　sun　was　shining　brightly　now；　and　though　the　baby
  still　slept；　Jane　could　scarce　restrain　her　impatient　desire　to
  have　at　least　a　brief　glance　at　the　beloved　face。　　The　natives
  had　withdrawn　at　a　command　from　their　chief；　who　now
  stood　talking　with　Anderssen；　a　little　apart　from　her。
  As　she　debated　the　wisdom　of　risking　disturbing　the　child's
  slumber　by　lifting　the　blanket　that　now　protected　its　face
  from　the　sun；　she　noted　that　the　cook　conversed　with　the
  chief　in　the　language　of　the　Negro。
  What　a　remarkable　man　the　fellow　was；　indeed！　　She　had
  thought　him　ignorant　and　stupid　but　a　short　day　before；　and
  now；　within　the　past　twenty…four　hours；　she　had　learned　that
  he　spoke　not　only　English　but　French　as　well；　and　the　primitive
  dialect　of　the　West　Coast。
  She　had　thought　him　shifty；　cruel；　and　untrustworthy；　yet
  in　so　far　as　she　had　reason　to　believe　he　had　proved　himself
  in　every　way　the　contrary　since　the　day　before。　　It　scarce
  seemed　credible　that　he　could　be　serving　her　from　motives
  purely　chivalrous。　　There　must　be　something　deeper　in　his
  intentions　and　plans　than　he　had　yet　disclosed。
  She　wondered；　and　when　she　looked　at　himat　his　close…set；
  shifty　eyes　and　repulsive　features；　she　shuddered；　for　she
  was　convinced　that　no　lofty　characteristics　could　be　hid
  behind　so　foul　an　exterior。
  As　she　was　thinking　of　these　things　the　while　she　debated
  the　wisdom　of　uncovering　the　baby's　face；　there　came　a　little
  grunt　from　the　wee　bundle　in　her　lap；　and　then　a　gurgling
  coo　that　set　her　heart　in　raptures。
  The　baby　was　awake！　　Now　she　might　feast　her　eyes　upon　him。
  Quickly　she　snatched　the　blanket　from　before　the　infant's
  face；　Anderssen　was　looking　at　her　as　she　did　so。
  He　saw　her　stagger　to　her　feet；　holding　the　baby　at　arm's
  length　from　her；　her　eyes　glued　in　horror　upon　the　little
  chubby　face　and　twinkling　eyes。
  Then　he　heard　her　piteous　cry　as　her　knees　gave　beneath
  her；　and　she　sank　to　the　ground　in　a　swoon。
  Chapter　10
  The　Swede
  As　the　warriors；　clustered　thick　about　Tarzan　and　Sheeta；
  realized　that　it　was　a　flesh…and…blood　panther　that　had
  interrupted　their　dance　of　death；　they　took　heart　a　trifle；
  for　in　the　face　of　all　those　circling　spears　even　the
  mighty　Sheeta　would　be　doomed。
  Rokoff　was　urging　the　chief　to　have　his　spearmen　launch
  their　missiles；　and　the　black　was　upon　the　instant　of　issuing
  the　command；　when　his　eyes　strayed　beyond　Tarzan；
  following　the　gaze　of　the　ape…man。
  With　a　yell　of　terror　the　chief　turned　and　fled　toward　the
  village　gate；　and　as　his　people　looked　to　see　the　cause　o