There was
a definite and masterful purpose in every movement of those steel
muscles rolling softly beneath the smooth brown hide. He moved
now toward a certain goal that quite evidently filled him with far
greater enthusiasm than had the possible event of his return to
A-lur.
And so he came at last to the foot of a great tree and there he
stopped and looked up above him among the foliage where the dim
outlines of a roughly rectangular bulk loomed darkly. There was a
choking sensation in Tarzan's throat as he raised himself gently
into the branches. It was as though his heart were swelling either
to a great happiness or a great fear.
Before the rude shelter built among the branches he paused listening.
From within there came to his sensitive nostrils the same delicate
aroma that had arrested his eager attention at the little stream
a mile away. He crouched upon the branch close to the little door.
"Jane," he called, "heart of my heart, it is I."
The only answer from within was as the sudden indrawing of a breath
that was half gasp and half sigh, and the sound of a body falling
to the floor. Hurriedly Tarzan sought to release the thongs which
held the door but they were fastened from the inside, and at last,
impatient with further delay, he seized the frail barrier in one
giant hand and with a single effort tore it completely away.
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