along　a　narrow　game…trail；　fearful　that　the　next　moment
  would　bring　her　face　to　face　with　some　savage　beast　or　equally
  savage　man。　　As　she　ran　on；　hoping　against　hope　that　she　had
  hit　upon　the　direction　that　would　lead　her　eventually　to　the
  great　river；　she　came　suddenly　upon　a　familiar　spot。
  At　one　side　of　the　trail；　beneath　a　giant　tree；　lay　a　little
  heap　of　loosely　piled　brushto　her　dying　day　that　little　spot
  of　jungle　would　be　indelibly　impressed　upon　her　memory。
  It　was　where　Anderssen　had　hidden　herwhere　he　had　given
  up　his　life　in　the　vain　effort　to　save　her　from　Rokoff。
  At　sight　of　it　she　recalled　the　rifle　and　ammunition　that
  the　man　had　thrust　upon　her　at　the　last　moment。　　Until　now
  she　had　forgotten　them　entirely。　　Still　clutched　in　her　hand
  was　the　revolver　she　had　snatched　from　Rokoff's　belt；　but
  that　could　contain　at　most　not　over　six　cartridgesnot　enough
  to　furnish　her　with　food　and　protection　both　on　the　long
  journey　to　the　sea。
  With　bated　breath　she　groped　beneath　the　little　mound；
  scarce　daring　to　hope　that　the　treasure　remained　where　she
  had　left　it；　but；　to　her　infinite　relief　and　joy；　her　hand　came
  at　once　upon　the　barrel　of　the　heavy　weapon　and　then　upon
  the　bandoleer　of　cartridges。
  As　she　threw　the　latter　about　her　shoulder　and　felt　the　weight
  of　the　big　game…gun　in　her　hand　a　sudden　sense　of　security
  suffused　her。　　It　was　with　new　hope　and　a　feeling　almost　of
  assured　success　that　she　again　set　forward　upon　her　journey。
  That　night　she　slept　in　the　crotch　of　a　tree；　as　Tarzan　had
  so　often　told　her　that　he　was　accustomed　to　doing；　and　early
  the　next　morning　was　upon　her　way　again。　　Late　in　the　afternoon；
  as　she　was　about　to　cross　a　little　clearing；　she　was　startled
  at　the　sight　of　a　huge　ape　coming　from　the　jungle　upon　the
  opposite　side。
  The　wind　was　blowing　directly　across　the　clearing　between
  them；　and　Jane　lost　no　time　in　putting　herself　downwind
  from　the　huge　creature。　　Then　she　hid　in　a　clump　of　heavy
  bush　and　watched；　holding　the　rifle　ready　for　instant　use。
  To　her　consternation　she　saw　that　the　apes　were　pausing　in　the
  centre　of　the　clearing。　　They　came　together　in　a　little　knot；
  where　they　stood　looking　backward；　as　though　in　expectation
  of　the　coming　of　others　of　their　tribe。
  Jane　wished　that　they　would　go　on；　for　she　knew　that　at
  any　moment　some　little；　eddying　gust　of　wind　might　carry
  her　scent　down　to　their　nostrils；　and　then　what　would　the
  protection　of　her　rifle　amount　to　in　the　face　of　those　gigantic
  muscles　and　mighty　fangs？
  Her　eyes　moved　back　and　forth　between　the　apes　and　the　edge
  of　the　jungle　toward　which　they　were　gazing　until　at　last
  she　perceived　the　object　of　their　halt　and　the　thing　that
  they　awaited。　　They　were　being　stalked。
  Of　this　she　was　positive；　as　she　saw　the　lithe；　sinewy　form
  of　a　panther　glide　noiselessly　from　the　jungle　at　the　point　at
  which　the　apes　had　emerged　but　a　moment　before。
  Quickly　the　beast　trotted　across　the　clearing　toward
  the　anthropoids。　　Jane　wondered　at　their　apparent　apathy；
  and　a　moment　later　her　wonder　turned　to　amazement　as　she　saw
  the　great　cat　come　quite　close　to　the　apes；　who　appeared
  entirely　unconcerned　by　its　presence；　and；　squatting　down
  in　their　midst；　fell　assiduously　to　the　business　of　preening；
  which　occupies　most　of　the　waking　hours　of　the　cat　family。
  If　the　young　woman　was　surprised　by　the　sight　of　these　natural
  enemies　fraternizing；　it　was　with　emotions　little　short　of　fear
  for　her　own　sanity　that　she　presently　saw　a　tall；　muscular　warrior
  enter　the　clearing　and　join　the　group　of　savage　beasts　assembled　there。
  At　first　sight　of　the　man　she　had　been　positive　that　he　would
  be　torn　to　pieces；　and　she　had　half　risen　from　her　shelter；
  raising　her　rifle　to　her　shoulder　to　do　what　she　could　to
  avert　the　man's　terrible　fate。
  Now　she　saw　that　he　seemed　actually　conversing　with　the　beasts
  issuing　orders　to　them。
  Presently　the　entire　company　filed　on　across　the　clearing
  and　disappeared　in　the　jungle　upon　the　opposite　side。
  With　a　gasp　of　mingled　incredulity　and　relief　Jane　Clayton
  staggered　to　her　feet　and　fled　on　away　from　the　terrible　horde
  that　had　just　passed　her；　while　a　half…mile　behind　her　another
  individual；　following　the　same　trail　as　she；　lay　frozen　with
  terror　behind　an　ant…hill　as　the　hideous　band　passed　quite
  close　to　him。
  This　one　was　Rokoff；　but　he　had　recognized　the　members
  of　the　awful　aggregation　as　allies　of　Tarzan　of　the　Apes。
  No　sooner；　therefore；　had　the　beasts　passed　him　than　he　rose　and
  raced　through　the　jungle　as　fast　as　he　could　go；　in　order　that
  he　might　put　as　much　distance　as　possible　between　himself
  and　these　frightful　beasts。
  So　it　happened　that　as　Jane　Clayton　came　to　the　bank　of　the　river；
  down　which　she　hoped　to　float　to　the　ocean　and　eventual　rescue；
  Nikolas　Rokoff　was　but　a　short　distance　in　her　rear。
  Upon　the　bank　the　girl　saw　a　great　dugout　drawn　half…way
  from　the　water　and　tied　securely　to　a　near…by　tree。
  This；　she　felt；　would　solve　the　question　of　transportation
  to　the　sea　could　she　but　launch　the　huge；　unwieldy　craft。
  Unfastening　the　rope　that　had　moored　it　to　the　tree；　Jane
  pushed　frantically　upon　the　bow　of　the　heavy　canoe；　but　for
  all　the　results　that　were　apparent　she　might　as　well　have　been
  attempting　to　shove　the　earth　out　of　its　orbit。
  She　was　about　winded　when　it　occurred　to　her　to　try　working
  the　dugout　into　the　stream　by　loading　the　stern　with　ballast
  and　then　rocking　the　bow　back　and　forth　along　the　bank
  until　the　craft　eventually　worked　itself　into　the　river。
  There　were　no　stones　or　rocks　available；　but　along　the
  shore　she　found　quantities　of　driftwood　deposited　by　the　river
  at　a　slightly　higher　stage。　　These　she　gathered　and　piled　far
  in　the　stern　of　the　boat；　until　at　last；　to　her　immense　relief；
  she　saw　the　bow　rise　gently　from　the　mud　of　the　bank　and
  the　stern　drift　slowly　with　the　current　until　it　again　lodged　a
  few　feet　farther　down…stream。
  Jane　found　that　by　running　back　and　forth　between　the
  bow　and　stern　she　could　alternately　raise　and　lower　each　end
  of　the　boat　as　she　shifted　her　weight　from　one　end　to　the
  other；　with　the　result　that　each　time　she　leaped　to　the　stern
  the　canoe　moved　a　few　inches　farther　into　the　river。
  As　the　success　of　her　plan　approached　more　closely　to
  fruition　she　became　so　wrapped　in　her　efforts　that　she　failed
  to　note　the　figure　of　a　man　standing　beneath　a　huge　tree　at
  the　edge　of　the　jungle　from　which　he　had　just　emerged。
  He　watched　her　and　her　labours　with　a　cruel　and　malicious
  grin　upon　his　swarthy　countenance。
  The　boat　at　last　became　so　nearly　free　of　the　retarding
  mud　and　of　the　bank　that　Jane　felt　positive　that　she　could
  pole　it　off　into　deeper　water　with　one　of　the　paddles　which
  lay　in　the　bottom　of　the　rude　craft。　　With　this　end　in　view　she
  seized　upon　one　of　these　implements　and　had　just　plunged　it
  into　the　river　bottom　close　to　the　shore　when　her　eyes
  happened　to　rise　to　the　edge　of　the　jungle。
  As　her　gaze　fell　upon　the　figure　of　the　man　a　little　cry　of
  terror　rose　to　her　lips。　　It　was　Rokoff。
  He　was　running　toward　her　now　and　shouting　to　her　to
  wait　or　he　would　shootthough　he　was　entirely　unarmed　it
  was　difficult　to　discover　just　how　he　intended　making　good
  his　threat。
  Jane　Clayton　knew　nothing　of　the　various　misfortunes　that
  had　befallen　the　Russian　since　she　had　escaped　from　his　tent；
  so　she　believed　that　his　followers　must　be　close　at　hand。
  However；　she　had　no　intention　of　falling　again　into　the
  man's　clutches。　　She　would　rather　die　at　once　than　that　that
  should　happen　to　her。　　Another　minute　and　the　boat　would　be　free。
  Once　in　the　current　of　the　river　she　would　be　beyond　Rokoff's
  power　to　stop　her；　for　there　was　no　other　boat　upon
  the　shore；　and　no　man；　and　certainly　not　the　cowardly　Rokoff；
  would　dare　to　attempt　to　swim　the　crocodile…infested
  water　in　an　effort　to　overtake　her。
  Rokoff；　on　his　part；　was　bent　more　upon　escape　than　aught　else。
  He　would　gladly　have　forgone　any　designs　he　might　have
  had　upon　Jane　Clayton　would　she　but　permit　him　to　share
  this　means　of　escape　that　she　had　discovered。　　He　would
  promise　anything　if　she　would　let　him　come　aboard　the　dugout；
  but　he　did　not　think　that　it　was　necessary　to　do　so。
  He　saw　that　he　could　easily　reach　the　bow　of　the　boat
  before　it　cleared　the　shore；　and　then　it　would　not　be
  necessary　to　make　promises　of　any　sort。　　Not　that　Rokoff　would
  have　felt　the　slightest　compunction　in　ignoring　any　promises
  he　might　have　made　the　girl；　but　he　disliked　the　idea　of　having
  to　sue　for　favour　with　one　who　had　so　recently　assaulted
  and　escaped　him。
  Already　he　was　gloating　over　the　days　and　nights　of　revenge
  that　would　be　his　while　the　heavy　dugout　drifted　its
  slow　way　to　the　ocean。
  Jane　Clayton；　working　furiously　to　shove　t