And
then he entered to find the seemingly lifeless body of his mate
stretched upon the floor.
He gathered her in his arms; her heart beat; she still breathed,
and presently he realized that she had but swooned.
When Jane Clayton regained consciousness it was to find herself
held tightly in two strong arms, her head pillowed upon the broad
shoulder where so often before her fears had been soothed and her
sorrows comforted. At first she was not sure but that it was all
a dream. Timidly her hand stole to his cheek.
"John," she murmured, "tell me, is it really you?"
In reply he drew her more closely to him. "It is I," he replied.
"But there is something in my throat," he said haltingly, "that
makes it hard for me to speak."
She smiled and snuggled closer to him. "God has been good to us,
Tarzan of the Apes," she said.
For some time neither spoke. It was enough that they were reunited
and that each knew that the other was alive and safe. But at
last they found their voices and when the sun rose they were still
talking, so much had each to tell the other; so many questions
there were to be asked and answered.
"And Jack," she asked, "where is he?"
"I do not know," replied Tarzan. "The last I heard of him he was
on the Argonne Front."
"Ah, then our happiness is not quite complete," she said, a little
note of sadness creeping into her voice.
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