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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

He had sent the party after Abdul Kamak, and he was wroth that instead of his erstwhile lieutenant they had sent back a wounded and useless Englishman. Why had they not dispatched him where they had found him? He was some penniless beggar of a trader who had wandered from his own district and became lost. He was worthless. The Sheik scowled terribly upon him.


? ? ? ? "Who are you?" he asked in French.


? ? ? ? "I am the Hon. Morison Baynes of London," replied his prisoner.


? ? ? ? The title sounded promising, and at once the wily old robber had visions of ransom. His intentions, if not his attitude toward the prisoner underwent a change--he would investigate further.


? ? ? ? "What were you doing poaching in my country?" growled he.


? ? ? ? "I was not aware that you owned Africa," replied the Hon. Morison. "I was searching for a young woman who had been abducted from the home of a friend. The abductor wounded me and I drifted down river in a canoe--I was on my back to his camp when your men seized me.


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