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of a plot.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, addressing the mate.

“It means that we have found a ship and that we can now escape from
Jungle Island,” replied the man.

“Why did you send Mugambi and the others into the jungle?” she
inquired.

“They are not coming with us—only you and I, and the Mosula woman.”

“Come!” repeated Kai Shang, and seized Jane Clayton’s wrist.

One of the Maoris grasped the black woman by the arm, and when she
would have screamed struck her across the mouth.

Mugambi raced through the jungle toward the south. Jones and Sullivan
trailed far behind. For a mile he continued upon his way to the relief
of Schmidt, but no signs saw he of the missing man or of any of the
apes of Akut.

At last he halted and called aloud the summons which he and Tarzan had
used to hail the great anthropoids. There was no response. Jones and
Sullivan came up with the black warrior as the latter stood voicing his
weird call. For another half-mile the black searched, calling
occasionally.

Finally the truth flashed upon him, and then, like a frightened deer,
he wheeled and dashed back toward camp. Arriving there, it was but a
moment before full confirmation of his fears was impressed upon him.
Lady Greystoke and the Mosula woman were gone. So, likewise, was
Schneider.

When Jones and Sullivan joined Mugambi he would have killed them in his
anger, thinking them parties to the plot; but they finally succeeded in
partially convincing him that they had known nothing of it.

As they stood speculating upon the probable whereabouts of the women
and their abductor, and the purpose which Schneider had in mind in
taking them from camp, Tarzan of the Apes swung from the branches of a
tree and crossed the clearing toward them.

His keen eyes detected at once that something was radically wrong, and
when he had heard Mugambi’s story his jaws clicked angrily together as
he knitted his brows in thought.

What could the mate hope to accomplish by taking Jane Clayton from a
camp upon a small island from which there was no escape from the
vengeance of Tarzan? The ape-man could not believe the fellow such a
fool, and then a slight realization of the truth dawned upon him.

Schneider would not have committed such an act unless he had been
reasonably sure that there was a way by which he could quit Jungle
Island with his prisoners. But why had he taken the black woman as
well? There must have been others, one of whom wanted the dusky female.

“Come,” said Tarzan, “there is but one thing to do now, and that is to
follow the trail.”

As he finished speaking a tall, ungainly figure emerged from the jungle
north of the camp. He came straight toward the four men. He was an
entire stranger to all of them, not one of whom had dreamed that
another human being than those of their own camp dwelt upon the
unfriendly shores of Jungle Island.

It was Gust. He came directly to the point.

“Your women were stolen,” he said. “If you want ever to see them again,
come quickly and follow me. If we do not hurry the Cowrie will be
standing out to sea by the time we reach her anchorage.”

“Who are you?” asked Tarzan. “What do you know of the theft of my wife
and the black woman?”

“I heard Kai Shang and Momulla the Maori plot with two men of your
camp. They had chased me from our camp, and would have killed me. Now I
will get even with them. Come!”

Gust led the four men of the Kincaid’s camp at a rapid trot through the
jungle toward the north. Would they come to the sea in time? But a few
more minutes would answer the question.

And when at last the little party did break through the last of the
screening foliage, and the harbour and the ocean lay before them, they
realized that fate had been most cruelly unkind, for the Cowrie was
already under sail and moving slowly out of the mouth of the harbour
into the open sea.

What were they to do? Tarzan’s broad chest rose and fell to the force
of his pent emotions. The last blow seemed to have fallen, and if ever
in all his life Tarzan of the Apes had had occasion to abandon hope it
was now that he saw the ship bearing his wife to some frightful fate
moving gracefully over the rippling water, so very near and yet so
hideously far away.

In silence he stood watching the vessel. He saw it turn toward the east
and finally disappear around a headland on its way he knew not whither.
Then he dropped upon his haunches and buried his face in his hands.

of a plot.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, addressing the mate.

“It means that we have found a ship and that we can now escape from

Jungle Island,” replied the man.

“Why did you send Mugambi and the others into the jungle?” she

inquired.

“They are not coming with us—only you and I, and the Mosula woman.”

“Come!” repeated Kai Shang, and seized Jane Clayton’s wrist.

One of the Maoris grasped the black woman by the arm, and when she

would have screamed struck her across the mouth.

Mugambi raced through the jungle toward the south. Jones and Sullivan

trailed far behind. For a mile he continued upon his way to the relief

of Schmidt, but no signs saw he of the missing man or of any of the

apes of Akut.

At last he halted and called aloud the summons which he and Tarzan had

used to hail the great anthropoids. There was no response. Jones and

Sullivan came up with the black warrior as the latter stood voicing his

weird call. For another half-mile the black searched, calling

occasionally.

Finally the truth flashed upon him, and then, like a frightened deer,

he wheeled and dashed back toward camp. Arriving there, it was but a

moment before full confirmation of his fears was impressed upon him.

Lady Greystoke and the Mosula woman were gone. So, likewise, was

Schneider.

When Jones and Sullivan joined Mugambi he would have killed them in his

anger, thinking them parties to the plot; but they finally succeeded in

partially convincing him that they had known nothing of it.

As they stood speculating upon the probable whereabouts of the women

and their abductor, and the purpose which Schneider had in mind in

taking them from camp, Tarzan of the Apes swung from the branches of a

tree and crossed the clearing toward them.

His keen eyes detected at once that something was radically wrong, and

when he had heard Mugambi’s story his jaws clicked angrily together as

he knitted his brows in thought.

What could the mate hope to accomplish by taking Jane Clayton from a

camp upon a small island from which there was no escape from the

vengeance of Tarzan? The ape-man could not believe the fellow such a

fool, and then a slight realization of the truth dawned upon him.

Schneider would not have committed such an act unless he had been

reasonably sure that there was a way by which he could quit Jungle

Island with his prisoners. But why had he taken the black woman as

well? There must have been others, one of whom wanted the dusky female.

“Come,” said Tarzan, “there is but one thing to do now, and that is to

follow the trail.”

As he finished speaking a tall, ungainly figure emerged from the jungle

north of the camp. He came straight toward the four men. He was an

entire stranger to all of them, not one of whom had dreamed that

another human being than those of their own camp dwelt upon the

unfriendly shores of Jungle Island.

It was Gust. He came directly to the point.

“Your women were stolen,” he said. “If you want ever to see them again,

come quickly and follow me. If we do not hurry the Cowrie will be

standing out to sea by the time we reach her anchorage.”

“Who are you?” asked Tarzan. “What do you know of the theft of my wife

and the black woman?”

“I heard Kai Shang and Momulla the Maori plot with two men of your

camp. They had chased me from our camp, and would have killed me. Now I

will get even with them. Come!”

Gust led the four men of the Kincaid’s camp at a rapid trot through the

jungle toward the north. Would they come to the sea in time? But a few