CONCLUSION
Tarzan understood the plan instantly. He glanced out of half closed eyes at Jane Porter, but he did not move.
The girl hesitated. The room was tense with the silence of taut nerves.
All eyes turned toward Jane Porter, awaiting her reply.
"Can't we wait a few days?" she asked. "I am all unstrung. I have been through so much today."
Canler felt the hostility that emanated from each member of the party. It made him angry.
"We have waited as long as I intend to wait," he said roughly. "You have promised to marry me. I shall be played with no longer. I have the license and here is the preacher. Come Mr. Tousley; come Jane. There are witnesses a-plenty—more than enough," he added with a disagreeable inflection, and taking Jane Porter by the arm, he started to lead her toward the waiting minister.
But scarcely had he taken a single step ere a heavy hand closed upon his arm with a grip of steel.
Another hand shot to his throat and in a moment he was being shaken high above the floor, as a cat might shake a mouse.
Jane Porter turned in horrified surprise toward Tarzan.
And, as she looked into his face, she saw the
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