Evening Star Newspaper, July 30, 1937, Page 30

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Inc *THEY'VE GIVEN HIM FOUR KINDS OF MEDICINE, BUT IT DOESN'T DO ANY GOOD—THE SAFETY PIN IS STILL OPEN.” Soon Tarzan and his captive came to the edge of the forest, and across the plain the ape man beheld the formidable ramparts of the Kavuru village. He saw, too, the strange airplane, and beside it the bodies of the pilots who had been slain by the Kavuru. DAN DUNN. While he paused, considering some means of ene tering the village, his party caught up to him. “This man has told me that Jane and Annette are alive,” he exclaimed to Brown; “but thev are in great danger. They are in the temple, in the canyon beyond the village.” . “I don't see what good it does us to know where they are” Brown sighed; get into that place.” For several minutes Tarzan was deep in thought; then he spoke, proposing a mad and dangerous scheme as the only solution to their problem., just “we can never Brown shook his head. “We might be able to get in that way, but how in blazes would be ever get out?” “Our problem now is to get in’ the jungle lord answered calmly; “we shall not have the problem of getting out until later. Perhaps we shall not come out.” —By NORMAN MARSH. TELL THE MEN TO COMB_TH "o Secret Operative 48. I'M GOING TO TAKE A LOOK THROUGH THIS OLD BARN-- I'VE A HUNCH-= A TRAP DOOR-- ERE'S A ~LEADING THE HOUSE SOMEONE HAS BEEN IN HERE-- TRACKS N THE " DUST-= = i Z lfi s. U. 8. Pat. OfF.; Copyright, by Publishers Syndicate . Noble. . Revolutionary. . Parrot. . Beverages. . Deity. . Vacuities. . Waxed. . Vast. . Nonaspirate. . Ballads. . Humid. Barriers. . Dye. . 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Down, True Stories of G-Men Activities Based on Records of the Federal Bureau of Investigation—Modified in the Public Interest. EXCUSE OUR DUST A COPPER/ MISTER.....OH, OH/ WED BETTER HE'S A COP/ IS MY FACE RED / Registered U. 8. Patent Offce. -By REX COLLIER DITCH HIM . RUN HIM OFF, TH’ ROAD/ THE START OF AN EVENTFUL WISE GUY AHEAD. WON'T MOVE ovsa./ I1L SHOW HIM DAY, 1936 ABOUT 4 MILES EAST OF ‘|SOMERVILLE . Wings. Solution to Yesterday’s Puzzle. AME C| ] Al N, 7] R A E|S TIE| times as badly frightened as that, you know. It was so with Mother Bear's lost little cub, deep In the Green For- est. When he had found that he was lost he had thought that he was as frightened as he could be, but he wasn't. He could run then and cry, and he did both. Now he could neither Tun nor make a sound. He could sim- ply stare at two flerce cousins who were quarreling and threatening to fight. They were quarreling over him. They were. Tufty the Canada Lynx and Yowler the Boboat or Bay Lynx, and they were about evenly matehed. A Each wanted that cub for dinner. It wasn't often that such an oppor- tunity fell their way. They had a very great and wholesome respect for Mother Bear, and ordinarily the thought of trying to catch one of her cubs would not occur to either of them. But both are opportunists, as are most of the people of the Green Forest. Each had heard the crying of the cub and each had known just what it meant. No Bear cub ever cried like that when Mother Bear was around. This cub must be loat. Moreover, it was & small cub, little more than & mers baby, to judge by the voice. So TuMy began cautiously to ap- proach from one direction and his cousin Yowler from another direction. ‘They met right in plain sight of that wee frightened Bear and promptly began to quarrel, each claiming the cub as his. Such a spitting and growl- ing and snarling, with an occasional acreech, as followed! Each had a ‘Wholesome respect for the teeth and claws of the other, s0 each was trying to bluff the other by making dreadful threats, hoping that the other would be bluffed and give up without s fight. The cub should have taken this opportunity to slip away and take to his heels, but he didn't. As I have already told you, he was too fright- ened to move. Tufty and Yowler were working themselves up to fighting pitch. Two Dogs in their place would have been at each other’s throats long before, but that is not the way of the Cat family. There has first to be a lot of threatening and boasting and call- ing bad names. That is what Tufty and Yowler were doing now, and they were making a lot of noise about fit. They had quite forgotten that they might be heard by ears they would much prefer shouldn’t hear them. In- deed, they had worked themselves up to such a pitch that they had for the time being forgotten the cub. And then abruptly there was silence. Coming s0 unexpectedly after that horrid noise, it was almost as startling as the noise had been when it broke out. Both Tufty and Yowler had their ears set forward, and they stared in the same direction. The fighting rage faded from their fierce eyes and was replaced by a furtive look. Then, as if by common consent, they moved quickly, silently, in different directions. It was as if they were gray melting into deeper shadows, where they were lost. One instant they were there, and the next instant it was as if they never had been there. Had the cub been older and more experienced he would have known that those quarreling cousins had not been so occupied with each other that they had forgotten to keep ears and noses open to any messages the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind might happen to bring them. Nor were they so fllled with hate for each other as to forget to be discreet, Their ears or their noses must have picked up news of some A one’s approach, some one they didn\ want to meet. It couldn't have beey their eyes, for these they had kept fixed on each other. The cub didn’t know what td make of it. All he did was to stare i¥ round-eyed unbelief at the plact where those dreadful Cats had been He was still staring when he heard a stick snap. He turned and saw ¢ big black figure approaching. He hat opened his mouth to squeal his joy for he was sure that this was Mothe Bear. When he got & good look & the face of the big Bear he kept still (Copyright, 1937.) Iy