Saves Jane

Tarzan of the Apes brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Wright's borrowed adventurous book. James calls for help when the shattering crash of the revolver shot carries a Tarzan and Clayton standing face to face in the jungle.

You never Tarzan sees his Clayton and swings into his shoulders. Clayton struggles beautifully and then stops. Surely this man who has rescued him from the leopard can mean him no harm? Tarzan springs into the lower branches of a great tree.

He grips the trailing vine and in spite of his double burden swings into the lower terrace of the forest. Up he goes into the bending, swinging branches of the higher terrace. The sure-eye and practice hand carry them with incredible speed through the maze of interwoven vines and branches.

Faster and faster they speed toward the hut. Now the foliage is less dense. Tarzan's penetrating beam sees Seybar count. Ready to harrow her bulk at the fair laddest window of the hut. She swings! The light falls here under her hurtling weave.

Tarzan knows the matter will not withstand many such shocks. He leaps into space, grips the sturdy mind. What did they plashing her up? He let's go, grips the lower branch. It's them. Again, he let's go.

Down, down he drops. He disappears into a deep well of tree fire and bamboo, spinning, swinging downward from branch to vine, he plunges towards the jungle floor. Our hands feet touch the ground, they can climb to his back.

Together, they race toward the hunt, really, near the beating ground with lightning speed. They bore me? The last glass map! The great yellow head and four boards are in front of the hunt. Mars, I'm going to collapse you feet with a flying knee.