? ? ? ? But he found it difficult to overcome the timidity of the wild thing of the forest, and so day followed day without seeing a fulfillment of his good intentions.
? ? ? ? The party in the camp, emboldened by familiarity, wandered farther and yet farther into the jungle in search of nuts and fruit.
? ? ? ? Scarcely a day passed that did not find Professor Porter straying in his preoccupied indifference toward the jaws of death. Mr. Samuel T. Philander, never what one might call robust, was worn to the shadow of a shadow through the ceaseless worry and mental distraction resultant from his Herculean efforts to safeguard the professor.
? ? ? ? A month passed. Tarzan had finally determined to visit the camp by daylight.
? ? ? ? It was early afternoon. Clayton had wandered to the point at the harbor's mouth to look for passing vessels. Here he kept a great mass of wood, high piled, ready to be ignited as a signal should a steamer or a sail top the far horizon.
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