next. But the brutes are more chivalrous than man--they do not
stoop to cowardly intrigue."

At dinner that night Tarzan sat next to a young woman whose place
was at the captain's left. The officer introduced them.

Miss Strong! Where had he heard the name before? It was very
familiar. And then the girl's mother gave him the clew, for when
she addressed her daughter she called her Hazel.

Hazel Strong! What memories the name inspired. It had been a
letter to this girl, penned by the fair hand of Jane Porter, that
had carried to him the first message from the woman he loved. How
vividly he recalled the night he had stolen it from the desk in the
cabin of his long-dead father, where Jane Porter had sat writing
it late into the night, while he crouched in the darkness without.
How terror-stricken she would have been that night had she known
that the wild jungle beast squatted outside her window, watching
her every move.

And this was Hazel Strong--Jane Porter's best friend!





Chapter 12

Ships That Pass