? ? ? ? Higher crept the steel forearms of the ape-man about the back of Sabor's neck. Weaker and weaker became the lioness's efforts.
? ? ? ? At last Clayton saw the immense muscles of Tarzan's shoulders and biceps leap into corded knots beneath the silver moonlight. There was a long sustained and supreme effort on the ape-man's part--and the vertebrae of Sabor's neck parted with a sharp snap.
? ? ? ? In an instant Tarzan was upon his feet, and for the second time that day Clayton heard the bull ape's savage roar of victory. Then he heard Jane's agonized cry:
? ? ? ? "Cecil--Mr. Clayton! Oh, what is it? What is it?"
? ? ? ? Running quickly to the cabin door, Clayton called out that all was right, and shouted to her to open the door. As quickly as she could she raised the great bar and fairly dragged Clayton within.
? ? ? ? "What was that awful noise?" she whispered, shrinking close to him.
? ? ? ? "It was the cry of the kill from the throat of the man who has just saved your life, Miss Porter.
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