days　of　the　constant　dangers　that　would　confront　her　there；
  but　the　knowledge　that　she　had　already　passed　through
  so　many　perils　unscathed；　and　that　somewhere　out　in　the
  faraway　world　a　little　child　was　doubtless　at　that　very　moment
  crying　for　her；　filled　her　with　determination　to　make
  the　effort　to　accomplish　the　seemingly　impossible　and　cross
  that　awful　land　of　horror　in　search　of　the　sea　and　the　remote
  chance　of　succour　she　might　find　there。
  Rokoff's　tent　stood　almost　exactly　in　the　centre　of　the　boma。
  Surrounding　it　were　the　tents　and　shelters　of　his　white
  companions　and　the　natives　of　his　safari。　　To　pass　through
  these　and　find　egress　through　the　boma　seemed　a　task　too
  fraught　with　insurmountable　obstacles　to　warrant　even　the
  slightest　consideration；　and　yet　there　was　no　other　way。
  To　remain　in　the　tent　until　she　should　be　discovered　would
  be　to　set　at　naught　all　that　she　had　risked　to　gain　her　freedom；
  and　so　with　stealthy　step　and　every　sense　alert　she　approached
  the　back　of　the　tent　to　set　out　upon　the　first　stage
  of　her　adventure。
  Groping　along　the　rear　of　the　canvas　wall；　she　found　that
  there　was　no　opening　there。　　Quickly　she　returned　to　the　side
  of　the　unconscious　Russian。　　In　his　belt　her　groping　fingers
  came　upon　the　hilt　of　a　long　hunting…knife；　and　with　this　she
  cut　a　hole　in　the　back　wall　of　the　tent。
  Silently　she　stepped　without。　　To　her　immense　relief　she
  saw　that　the　camp　was　apparently　asleep。　　In　the　dim　and
  flickering　light　of　the　dying　fires　she　saw　but　a　single　sentry；
  and　he　was　dozing　upon　his　haunches　at　the　opposite　side　of
  the　enclosure。
  Keeping　the　tent　between　him　and　herself；　she　crossed
  between　the　small　shelters　of　the　native　porters　to　the
  boma　wall　beyond。
  Outside；　in　the　darkness　of　the　tangled　jungle；　she　could
  hear　the　roaring　of　lions；　the　laughing　of　hyenas；　and　the
  countless；　nameless　noises　of　the　midnight　jungle。
  For　a　moment　she　hesitated；　trembling。　　The　thought　of　the
  prowling　beasts　out　there　in　the　darkness　was　appalling。
  Then；　with　a　sudden　brave　toss　of　her　head；　she　attacked　the
  thorny　boma　wall　with　her　delicate　hands。　　Torn　and　bleeding
  though　they　were；　she　worked　on　breathlessly　until　she　had
  made　an　opening　through　which　she　could　worm　her　body；
  and　at　last　she　stood　outside　the　enclosure。
  Behind　her　lay　a　fate　worse　than　death；　at　the　hands　of
  human　beings。
  Before　her　lay　an　almost　certain　fatebut　it　was　only　death
  sudden；　merciful；　and　honourable　death。
  Without　a　tremor　and　without　regret　she　darted　away　from　the　camp；
  and　a　moment　later　the　mysterious　jungle　had　closed　about　her。
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  Alone　in　the　Jungle
  Tambudza；　leading　Tarzan　of　the　Apes　toward　the　camp　of
  the　Russian；　moved　very　slowly　along　the　winding　jungle
  path；　for　she　was　old　and　her　legs　stiff　with　rheumatism。
  So　it　was　that　the　runners　dispatched　by　M'ganwazam　to　warn
  Rokoff　that　the　white　giant　was　in　his　village　and　that　he
  would　be　slain　that　night　reached　the　Russian's　camp　before
  Tarzan　and　his　ancient　guide　had　covered　half　the　distance。
  The　guides　found　the　white　man's　camp　in　a　turmoil。
  Rokoff　had　that　morning　been　discovered　stunned　and　bleeding
  within　his　tent。　　When　he　had　recovered　his　senses　and　realized
  that　Jane　Clayton　had　escaped；　his　rage　was　boundless。
  Rushing　about　the　camp　with　his　rifle；　he　had　sought　to
  shoot　down　the　native　sentries　who　had　allowed　the　young
  woman　to　elude　their　vigilance；　but　several　of　the　other
  whites；　realizing　that　they　were　already　in　a　precarious
  position　owing　to　the　numerous　desertions　that　Rokoff's
  cruelty　had　brought　about；　seized　and　disarmed　him。
  Then　came　the　messengers　from　M'ganwazam；　but　scarce
  had　they　told　their　story　and　Rokoff　was　preparing　to　depart
  with　them　for　their　village　when　other　runners；　panting　from
  the　exertions　of　their　swift　flight　through　the　jungle；　rushed
  breathless　into　the　firelight；　crying　that　the　great　white　giant
  had　escaped　from　M'ganwazam　and　was　already　on　his　way
  to　wreak　vengeance　against　his　enemies。
  Instantly　confusion　reigned　within　the　encircling　boma。
  The　blacks　belonging　to　Rokoff's　safari　were　terror…stricken　at　the
  thought　of　the　proximity　of　the　white　giant　who　hunted　through
  the　jungle　with　a　fierce　pack　of　apes　and　panthers　at　his　heels。
  Before　the　whites　realized　what　had　happened　the　superstitious
  fears　of　the　natives　had　sent　them　scurrying　into　the　bush
  their　own　carriers　as　well　as　the　messengers　from　M'ganwazam
  but　even　in　their　haste　they　had　not　neglected　to　take　with　them
  every　article　of　value　upon　which　they　could　lay　their　hands。
  Thus　Rokoff　and　the　seven　white　sailors　found　themselves
  deserted　and　robbed　in　the　midst　of　a　wilderness。
  The　Russian；　following　his　usual　custom；　berated　his　companions；
  laying　all　the　blame　upon　their　shoulders　for　the　events　which
  had　led　up　to　the　almost　hopeless　condition　in　which　they　now
  found　themselves；　but　the　sailors　were　in　no　mood　to　brook
  his　insults　and　his　cursing。
  In　the　midst　of　this　tirade　one　of　them　drew　a　revolver　and　fired
  point…blank　at　the　Russian。　　The　fellow's　aim　was　poor；　but
  his　act　so　terrified　Rokoff　that　he　turned　and　fled　for　his　tent。
  As　he　ran　his　eyes　chanced　to　pass　beyond　the　boma　to　the
  edge　of　the　forest；　and　there　he　caught　a　glimpse　of　that
  which　sent　his　craven　heart　cold　with　a　fear　that　almost
  expunged　his　terror　of　the　seven　men　at　his　back；　who　by　this
  time　were　all　firing　in　hate　and　revenge　at　his　retreating　figure。
  What　he　saw　was　the　giant　figure　of　an　almost　naked　white
  man　emerging　from　the　bush。
  Darting　into　his　tent；　the　Russian　did　not　halt　in　his　flight；
  but　kept　right　on　through　the　rear　wall；　taking　advantage　of
  the　long　slit　that　Jane　Clayton　had　made　the　night　before。
  The　terror…stricken　Muscovite　scurried　like　a　hunted　rabbit
  through　the　hole　that　still　gaped　in　the　boma's　wall　at　the
  point　where　his　own　prey　had　escaped；　and　as　Tarzan　approached
  the　camp　upon　the　opposite　side　Rokoff　disappeared　into　the
  jungle　in　the　wake　of　Jane　Clayton。
  As　the　ape…man　entered　the　boma　with　old　Tambudza　at　his　elbow
  the　seven　sailors；　recognizing　him；　turned　and　fled　in　the
  opposite　direction。　　Tarzan　saw　that　Rokoff　was　not　among　them；
  and　so　he　let　them　go　their　wayhis　business　was　with　the　Russian；
  whom　he　expected　to　find　in　his　tent。　　As　to　the　sailors；　he　was
  sure　that　the　jungle　would　exact　from　them　expiation　for　their
  villainies；　nor；　doubtless；　was　he　wrong；　for　his　were　the　last
  white　man's　eyes　to　rest　upon　any　of　them。
  Finding　Rokoff's　tent　empty；　Tarzan　was　about　to　set　out
  in　search　of　the　Russian　when　Tambudza　suggested　to　him
  that　the　departure　of　the　white　man　could　only　have　resulted
  from　word　reaching　him　from　M'ganwazam　that　Tarzan　was
  in　his　village。
  〃He　has　doubtless　hastened　there；〃　argued　the　old　woman。
  〃If　you　would　find　him　let　us　return　at　once。〃
  Tarzan　himself　thought　that　this　would　probably　prove　to
  be　the　fact；　so　he　did　not　waste　time　in　an　endeavour　to　locate
  the　Russian's　trail；　but；　instead；　set　out　briskly　for　the　village
  of　M'ganwazam；　leaving　Tambudza　to　plod　slowly　in　his　wake。
  His　one　hope　was　that　Jane　was　still　safe　and　with　Rokoff。
  If　this　was　the　case；　it　would　be　but　a　matter　of　an　hour　or
  more　before　he　should　be　able　to　wrest　her　from　the　Russian。
  He　knew　now　that　M'ganwazam　was　treacherous　and　that
  he　might　have　to　fight　to　regain　possession　of　his　wife。
  He　wished　that　Mugambi；　Sheeta；　Akut；　and　the　balance　of　the
  pack　were　with　him；　for　he　realized　that　single…handed　it
  would　be　no　child's　play　to　bring　Jane　safely　from　the　clutches
  of　two　such　scoundrels　as　Rokoff　and　the　wily　M'ganwazam。
  To　his　surprise　he　found　no　sign　of　either　Rokoff　or　Jane
  in　the　village；　and　as　he　could　not　trust　the　word　of　the　chief；
  he　wasted　no　time　in　futile　inquiry。　　So　sudden　and　unexpected
  had　been　his　return；　and　so　quickly　had　he　vanished　into　the　jungle
  after　learning　that　those　he　sought　were　not　among　the　Waganwazam；
  that　old　M'ganwazam　had　no　time　to　prevent　his　going。
  Swinging　through　the　trees；　he　hastened　back　to　the　deserted　camp
  he　had　so　recently　left；　for　here；　he　knew；　was　the　logical　place
  to　take　up　the　trail　of　Rokoff　and　Jane。
  Arrived　at　the　boma；　he　circled　carefully　about　the　outside
  of　the　enclosure　until；　opposite　a　break　in　the　thorny　wall；
  he　came　to　indications　that　something　had　recently　passed
  into　the　jungle。　　His　acute　sense　of　smell　told　him　that　both
  of　those　he　sought　had　fled　from　the　camp　in　this　direction；
  and　a　moment　later　he　had　taken　up　the　trail　and　was　following
  the　faint　spoor。
  Far　ahead　of　him　a　terror…stricken　young　woman　was　slinking
  along　a　narrow　game…trail；　fearful　that　the　next　moment
  would　bring　her　face　to　face　with　some