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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

Himself, an excellent revolver shot, would depend upon the smaller weapon at his side.


? ? ? ? As the two forged ahead toward their goal they were startled by a volley of shots ahead of them. Then came a few scattering reports, some savage yells, and silence. Baynes was frantic in his endeavors to advance more rapidly, but there the jungle seemed a thousand times more tangled than before. A dozen times he tripped and fell. Twice the black followed a blind trail and they were forced to retrace their steps; but at last they came out into a little clearing near the big afi--a clearing that once held a thriving village, but lay somber and desolate in decay and ruin.


? ? ? ? In the jungle vegetation that overgrew what had once been the main village street lay the body of a black man, pierced through the heart with a bullet, and still warm. Baynes and his companion looked about in all directions; but no sign of living being could they discover. They stood in silence listening intently.


? ? ? ? What was that! Voices and the dip of paddles out upon the river?


? ? ? ? Baynes ran across the dead village toward the fringe of jungle upon the river's brim.


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