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bring back a lion from the jungle under the conditions we have namedā€”naked and armed only with a knife and a piece of rope.ā€

Tarzan glanced toward Dā€™Arnot and nodded his head.

ā€œMake it ten thousand,ā€ said Dā€™Arnot.

ā€œDone,ā€ replied the other.

Tarzan arose.

ā€œI shall have to leave my clothes at the edge of the settlement, so that if I do not return before daylight I shall have something to wear through the streets.ā€

ā€œYou are not going now,ā€ exclaimed the wagererā€”ā€œat night?ā€

ā€œWhy not?ā€ asked Tarzan. ā€œNuma walks abroad at nightā€”it will be easier to find him.ā€

ā€œNo,ā€ said the other, ā€œI do not want your blood upon my hands. It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day.ā€

ā€œI shall go now,ā€ replied Tarzan, and went to his room for his knife and rope.

The men accompanied him to the edge of the jungle, where he left his clothes in a small storehouse.

But when he would have entered the blackness of the undergrowth they tried to dissuade him; and the wagerer was most insistent of all that he abandon his foolhardy venture.

ā€œI will accede that you have won,ā€ he said, ā€œand the ten thousand francs are yours if you will but give up this foolish attempt, which can only end in your death.ā€

Tarzan laughed, and in another moment the jungle had swallowed him.

The men stood silent for some moments and then slowly turned and walked back to the hotel veranda.

Tarzan had no sooner entered the jungle than he took to the trees, and it was with a feeling of exultant freedom that he swung once more through the forest branches.

This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance.

At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

How easy it would be to circle back to the coast, and then make toward the south and his own jungle and cabin.

Now he caught the scent of Numa, for he was traveling up wind. Presently his quick ears detected the familiar sound of padded feet and the brushing of a huge, fur-clad body through the undergrowth.

Tarzan came quietly above the unsuspecting beast and silently stalked him until he came into a little patch of moonlight.

Then the quick noose settled and tightened about the tawny throat, and, as he had done it a hundred times in the past, Tarzan made fast the end to a strong branch and, while the beast fought and clawed for freedom, dropped to the ground behind him, and leaping upon the great back, plunged his long thin blade a dozen times into the fierce heart.

Then with his foot upon the carcass of Numa, he raised his voice in the awesome victory cry of his savage tribe.

For a moment Tarzan stood irresolute, swayed by conflicting emotions of loyalty to Dā€™Arnot and a mighty lust for the freedom of his own jungle. At last the vision of a beautiful face, and the memory of warm lips crushed to his dissolved the fascinating picture he had been drawing of his old life.

The ape-man threw the warm carcass of Numa across his shoulders and took to the trees once more.

The men upon the veranda had sat for an hour, almost in silence.

They had tried ineffectually to converse on various subjects, and always the thing uppermost in the mind of each had caused the conversation to lapse.

ā€œMon Dieu,ā€ said the wagerer at length, ā€œI can endure it no longer. I am going into the jungle with my express and bring back that mad man.ā€

ā€œI will go with you,ā€ said one.

ā€œAnd Iā€ā€”ā€œAnd Iā€ā€”ā€œAnd I,ā€ chorused the others.

As though the suggestion had broken the spell of some horrid nightmare they hastened to their various quarters, and presently were headed toward the jungleā€”each one heavily armed.

ā€œGod! What was that?ā€ suddenly cried one of the party, an Englishman, as Tarzanā€™s savage cry came faintly to their ears.

ā€œI heard the same thing once before,ā€ said a Belgian, ā€œwhen I was in the gorilla country. My carriers said it was the cry of a great bull ape who has made a kill.ā€

Dā€™Arnot remembered Claytonā€™s description of the awful roar with which Tarzan had announced his kills, and he half smiled in spite of the horror which filled him to think that the uncanny sound could have issued from a human throatā€”from the lips of his friend.

As the party stood finally near the edge of the jungle, debating as to the best distribution of their forces, they were startled by a low laugh near them, and turning, beheld advancing toward them a giant figure bearing a dead lion upon its broad shoulders.

Even Dā€™Arnot was thunderstruck, for it seemed impossible that the man could have so quickly dispatched a lion with the pitiful weapons he had taken, or that alone he could have borne the huge carcass through the tangled jungle.

The men crowded about Tarzan with many questions, but his only answer was a laughing depreciation of his feat.

To Tarzan it was as though one should eulogize a butcher for his heroism in killing a cow, for Tarzan had killed so often for food and for self-preservation that the act seemed anything but remarkable to him. But he was indeed a hero in the eyes of these menā€”men accustomed to hunting big game.

Incidentally, he had won ten thousand francs, for Dā€™Arnot insisted that he keep it all.

This was a very important item to Tarzan, who was just commencing to realize the power which lay beyond the little pieces of metal and paper which always changed hands when human beings rode, or ate, or slept, or clothed themselves, or drank, or worked, or played, or sheltered themselves from the rain or cold or sun.

It had become evident to Tarzan that without money one must die. Dā€™Arnot had told him not to worry, since he had more than enough for both, but the ape-man was learning many things and one of them was that people looked down upon one who accepted money from another without giving something of equal value in exchange.

Shortly after the episode of the lion hunt, Dā€™Arnot succeeded in chartering an ancient tub for the coastwise trip to Tarzanā€™s land-locked harbor.

It was a happy morning for them both when the little vessel weighed anchor and made for the open sea.

The trip to the beach was uneventful, and the morning after they dropped anchor before the cabin, Tarzan, garbed once more in his jungle regalia and carrying a spade, set out alone for the amphitheater of the apes where lay the treasure.

Late the next day he returned, bearing the great chest upon his shoulder, and at sunrise the little vessel worked through the harborā€™s mouth and took up her northward journey.

Three weeks later Tarzan and Dā€™Arnot were passengers on board a French steamer bound for Lyons, and after a few days in that city Dā€™Arnot took Tarzan to Paris.

The ape-man was anxious to proceed to America, but Dā€™Arnot insisted that he must accompany him to Paris first, nor would he divulge the nature of the urgent necessity upon which he based his demand.

One of the first things which Dā€™Arnot accomplished after their arrival was to arrange to visit a high official of the police department, an old friend; and to take Tarzan with him.

Adroitly Dā€™Arnot led the conversation from point to point until the policeman had explained to the interested Tarzan many of the methods in vogue for apprehending and identifying criminals.

Not the least interesting to Tarzan was the part played by finger prints in this fascinating science.

ā€œBut of what value are these imprints,ā€ asked Tarzan, ā€œwhen, after a few years the lines upon the fingers are entirely changed by the wearing out of the old tissue and the growth of new?ā€

ā€œThe lines never change,ā€ replied the official. ā€œFrom infancy to senility the fingerprints of an individual change only in size, except as injuries alter the loops and whorls. But if imprints have been taken of the thumb and four fingers of both hands one must needs lose all entirely to escape identification.ā€

ā€œIt is marvelous,ā€ exclaimed Dā€™Arnot. ā€œI wonder what the lines upon my own fingers may resemble.ā€

ā€œWe can soon see,ā€ replied the police officer, and ringing a bell he summoned an assistant to whom he issued a few directions.

The man left the room, but presently returned with a little hardwood box which he placed on his superiorā€™s desk.

ā€œNow,ā€ said the officer, ā€œyou shall have your fingerprints in a second.ā€

He drew from the little case a square of plate glass, a little tube of thick ink, a rubber roller, and a few snowy white cards.

Squeezing a drop of ink onto the glass, he spread it back and forth with the rubber roller until the entire surface of the glass was covered to his satisfaction with a very thin and uniform layer of ink.

ā€œPlace the four fingers of your right hand upon the glass, thus,ā€ he said to Dā€™Arnot. ā€œNow the thumb. That is right. Now place them in just the same position upon this card, here, noā€”a little to the right. We must leave room for the thumb and the fingers of the left hand. There, thatā€™s it. Now the same with the left.ā€

ā€œCome, Tarzan,ā€ cried Dā€™Arnot, ā€œletā€™s see what your whorls look like.ā€

Tarzan complied readily, asking many questions of the officer during the operation.

ā€œDo fingerprints show racial characteristics?ā€ he asked. ā€œCould you determine, for example, solely from fingerprints whether the subject was Negro or Caucasian?ā€

ā€œI think not,ā€ replied the officer.

ā€œCould the finger prints of an ape be detected from those of a man?ā€

ā€œProbably, because the apeā€™s would be far simpler than those of the higher organism.ā€

ā€œBut a cross between an ape and a man might show the characteristics of either progenitor?ā€ continued Tarzan.

ā€œYes, I should think likely,ā€ responded the official; ā€œbut the science has not progressed sufficiently to render it exact enough in such matters. I should hate to trust its findings further than to differentiate between individuals. There it is absolute. No two people born into the world probably have ever had identical lines upon all their digits. It is very doubtful if any single fingerprint will ever be exactly duplicated by any finger other than the one which originally made it.ā€

ā€œDoes the comparison require much time or labor?ā€ asked Dā€™Arnot.

ā€œOrdinarily but a few moments, if the impressions are distinct.ā€

Dā€™Arnot drew a little black book from his pocket and commenced turning the pages.

Tarzan looked at the book in surprise. How did Dā€™Arnot come to have his book?

Presently Dā€™Arnot stopped at a page on which were five tiny little smudges.

He handed the open book to the policeman.

ā€œAre these imprints similar to mine or Monsieur Tarzanā€™s or can you say that they are identical with either?ā€ The officer drew a powerful glass from his desk and examined all three specimens carefully, making notations meanwhile upon a pad of paper.

Tarzan realized now what was the meaning of their visit to the police officer.

The answer to his lifeā€™s riddle lay in these tiny marks.

With tense nerves he sat leaning forward in his chair, but suddenly he relaxed and dropped back, smiling.

Dā€™Arnot looked at him in surprise.

ā€œYou forget that for twenty years the dead body of the child who made those fingerprints lay in the cabin of his father, and that all my life I have seen it lying there,ā€ said Tarzan bitterly.

The policeman looked up in astonishment.

ā€œGo ahead, captain, with your examination,ā€ said Dā€™Arnot, ā€œwe will tell you the story laterā€”provided Monsieur Tarzan is agreeable.ā€

Tarzan nodded his head.

ā€œBut you are mad, my dear Dā€™Arnot,ā€ he insisted. ā€œThose little fingers are buried on the west coast of Africa.ā€

ā€œI do not know as to that, Tarzan,ā€ replied Dā€™Arnot. ā€œIt is possible, but if you are not the son of John Clayton then how in heavenā€™s name did you come into that God forsaken jungle where no white man other than John Clayton had ever set foot?ā€

ā€œYou forgetā€”Kala,ā€ said Tarzan.

ā€œI do not even consider her,ā€ replied Dā€™Arnot.

The friends had walked to the broad window overlooking the boulevard as they talked. For some time they stood there gazing out upon the busy throng beneath, each wrapped in his own thoughts.

ā€œIt takes some time to compare finger prints,ā€ thought Dā€™Arnot, turning to look at the police officer.

To his astonishment he saw the official leaning back in his chair hastily scanning the contents of the little black diary.

Dā€™Arnot coughed. The policeman looked up, and, catching his eye, raised his finger to admonish silence. Dā€™Arnot turned back to the window, and presently the police officer spoke.

ā€œGentlemen,ā€ he said.

Both turned toward him.

ā€œThere is evidently a great deal at stake which must hinge to a greater or lesser extent upon the absolute correctness of this comparison. I therefore ask that you

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