? ? ? ? Before she could reach them, however, Clayton had jumped to Tarzan's side and attempted to drag Canler from his grasp.
? ? ? ? With a single sweep of one mighty arm the Englishman was hurled across the room, and then Jane laid a firm white hand upon Tarzan's wrist, and looked up into his eyes.
? ? ? ? "For my sake," she said.
? ? ? ? The grasp upon Canler's throat relaxed.
? ? ? ? Tarzan looked down into the beautiful face before him.
? ? ? ? "Do you wish this to live?" he asked in surprise.
? ? ? ? "I do not wish him to die at your hands, my friend," she replied. "I do not wish you to become a murderer."
? ? ? ? Tarzan removed his hand from Canler's throat.
? ? ? ? "Do you release her from her promise?" he asked.
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