rew almost to the proportions
of suffering with full returning consciousness; but a moment later it
was forgotten in the joy of two almost simultaneous discoveries. The
first was a mass of wreckage floating beside the derelict in the midst
of which, bottom up, rose and fell an overturned lifeboat; the other
was the faint, dim line of a far-distant shore showing on the horizon
in the east.

Tarzan dove into the water, and swam around the wreck to the lifeboat.
The cool ocean refreshed him almost as much as would a draft of water,
so that it was with renewed vigor that he brought the smaller boat
alongside the derelict, and, after many herculean efforts, succeeded in
dragging it onto the slimy ship's bottom. There he righted and
examined it--the boat was quite sound, and a moment later floated
upright alongside the wreck. Then Tarzan selected several pieces of
wreckage that might answer him as paddles, and presently was making
good headway toward the far-off shore.

It was late in the afternoon by the time he came close enough to
distinguish objects on land, or to make out the contour of the shore
line. Before him lay what appeared to be the entrance to a little,
landlocked harbor. The wooded point to the north was strangely
familiar. Could it be possible that fate had thrown him up at the very
threshold of his own beloved jungle! But as the bow of his boat
entered the mouth of the harbor the last shred of doubt was cleared
away, for there before him upon the farther shore, under the shadows of
his primeval forest, stood his own cabin--built before his birth by the
hand of his long-dead father, John Clayton, Lord Greystoke.

With long sweeps of his giant muscles Tarzan sent the little craft
speeding toward the beach. Its prow had scarcely touched when the
ape-man leaped to shore--his heart beat fast in joy and exultation as
each long-familiar object came beneath his roving eyes--the cabin, the
beach, the little brook, the dense jungle, the black, impenetrable
forest. The myriad birds in their brilliant plumage--the gorgeous
tropical blooms upon the festooned creepers falling in great loops from
the giant trees.

Tarzan of the Apes had come into his own again, and that all the world
might know it he threw back his young head, and gave voice to the
fierce, wild challenge of his tribe. For a moment silence reigned upon
the jungle, and then, low and weird, came an answering challenge--it
was the deep roar of Nu