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SYNOPSIS
Nu, the eon of Nu, is shut up in a cava
by an earthquake 100,000 yeara ago. He
haa a sweetheart. Nat-ul.
Near his cave 100,000 yeara later Misa
Victoria Custer and her brother are on a
hunting trip. She is haunted by a dream
man and also by a real life lover. An
earthquake releases Nu.
His is a case ot suspended animation.
He does not know he has been asleep.
Victoria Custer has strange dreams that
vage man Is seeking her.
(Continued from last week.)
~ He had" crept quffe close to the ve
randa now. and presently there floated
down to him upon the almost stagnant
air a message as clear as word of
mouth, which told him that Nat-ul. the
daughter of Tha. sat among these
strange people before the entrance to
their wonderful cave.
And yet Nu could not believe the
evidence of his own senses. What
could Nat-ul be doing among such as
these? How, between two suns, could
she have'learned the language and the
ways of these strangers?
It was impossible. And then a man
upon the veranda, who sat close be
side Victoria ■Custer, struck a match
to light a cigarette and the flare of
the blaze lit up the girl's features. At
the sight of them the cave man invol
untarily sprang to his feet. A half
smothered exclamation broke from his
Hps, "Nat-ul!"
"What was that?" exclaimed Bar
ney Custer. "I thought I heard some
one speak out there near the rose
bushes."
He rose as though to investigate, but
his sister laid her band upon his arm.
"Don't go. Barney." she whispered.
He turned toward her with a ques
tioning look. Her eyes were dilated
with wonder and fear, her hands were
trembling and she was so agitated her
brother was deeply concerned about
her. remembering as be did the strange
hallucinations to which she was sub
ject
"Why?" be asked, eyeing her fixed
ly. "There Is no danger. Did you
not hear It too?"
"Yes," she answered In a low voice,
"1 beard it. Barney. Please don't
leave me."
He felt the trembling of her hand
where it rested upon his sleeve. One
of the other men beard the conversa
tlon, but of course he could not'guess
that It carried any peculiar signtfl
cance. It was merely an expression
of the natural timidity of the civilized
white woman In the midst of the sav
age African night.
"It's nothing. Miss Custer." be said.
"I'll Just walk down there to reassure
you—a prowling byeDa, perhaps, but
nothing more."
The girl would have been glad to
deter him. but she felt tbat she bad
already evinced more perturbation
than the occasion warranted, and so
she but forced a laugh, remarking that
it was not at all worth while. Yet in
her ears rang the familiar name tbat
had so often fallen from the lips of her
dream man.
When oue of the others suggested
tbat the investigator bad better take
an express rifle with him on the
ihance tbat the intruder might be Old
Raffles, the sbeep thief, the girl start
ed up as though to object, but re
allziug how ridiculous such an atti
tude would be. and how impossible to
explain, she turned instead and en
tered the bouse.
Several of the men walked down
Into the garden, but though they
searched about for the better part of
half an hour they came upon no indi
cation tbat any savage beast was lurk
ing near by.
Aiways in front of them a silent fig
ure moved just outside the range of
their vision. When they returned
again to the veranda It took up its
position once more behind the rose
bushes, nor. until all had entered tbe
bungalow and sought their beds did
tbe figure stir.
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CHAPTER V.
The Zebra Killer.
U was hungry again, and know
Ing no law of property rights,
be found tbe odor 6t tbe Grey
stoke sheep as appetizing as
tbat of any other of the numerous
creatures tbat were penned within
their compounds for tbe night Like a
supple panther be scaled the high fence
tbat guarded the imported, pedigreed
stock In which Lord Greystoke took
such Just pride. •
A moment later there was tbe fright
ened rush of animals to the far side of
tbe tnclosure. where they baited to
turn fear filled eyes back toward tbe
silent beast of prey that crouched over
the carcass of a plump ewe. Within
the pen tbe killer até bis fill and then,
catlike as be had come, be glided back
toward tbe garden before tbe bnnga
lOW.' - . -
Out across tbe plain, down wind from
Nu, another silent figure moved
stealthily toward tbe 'tabch. It was a
huge maned lion.
Every now and then be wjrald bait
a
and lift bis sniffling nose'to tbe gentle
breeze, and his lips lift, baring the
mighty fangs beneath, but no sound
came from bis deep throat for be was
old. and bis wisdom was as tbe wis
dom of tbe fox.
Once upon a time be would have
coughed and moaned and roared after
tbe manner of bis hungry brethren,
but much experience with men people
and their deafening thunder sticks bad
taught him that he bunted longest who
bunted in silence.
Victoria Custer had gone to her room
much earlier in tbe evening than was
her custom, but not to sleep. Sbe did
not feven disrobe, but sat instead in tbe
darkness beside her window, looking
out toward the black and mysterious
jungle in tbe distance and tbe shadowy
outlines of tbe southern bills.
She was trying to fight down forever
the foolish obsession tbat bad been
growing upon her slowly and insidi
ously for years. Since the first awak
ening of developing womanhood with
in her she had been subject to tbe
strange dream that was now becoming
an almost nightly occurrence.
At first sbe bad thought nothing of
it other than It was odd that sbe
should continue to dream tbe same
thing so many times, but of late these
nightly visions had seemed to hold
more of reality than formerly and to
presage some happening in her career
—some crisis tbat was to alter the
course of her life.
Even by day she could not rid her
self of the vision of tbe black hatred
young giant, and tonight tbe culmina
tion had come in tbe voice sbe bad
beard calling ber from the rose thicket
She knew that he was but a creature
of ber dreams, and It was this know!
edge which frightened ber so. for it
meant but one thing—her mind was
tottering beneath the burden of the
nervous strain these hallucinations had
Imposed upon it.
She must gather all the resources of
ber nervous energy and throw off this
terrible obsession forever. She must!
Sbe must!
Rising, the girl paced back and forth
the length of her room. Sbe felt sti
fling and confined within Its narrow
limits. Outside, beneath the open sky.
with no boundaries save tbe distant
horizon, was the field best fitted for
such a battle as was raging within her
Snatching a silken scarf, sbe threw
It about her shoulders—a concession to
habit, for tbe night was hot—and. step
ping through her window to tbe porch
tbat encircled tbe bungalow, sbe pass
ed on into the garden.
Just round the nearest angle of the
bouse ber brother and Billy Curtlss sal
smoking before the window of their
bedroom, clad In pajamas and slippers.
Curtlss was cleaning tbe rifle be bad
used that day. tbe same that lie had
carried Into tbe rose garden earlier In
the evening. Neither heard tbe girl's
light footsteps upon the sward, and the
corner of the building bid her from
their view.
lu tbe open moonlight before tbe
rose thicket Victoria Custer paced back
and forth. A dozen times she reached
the determination to seek tbe first op
portunlty upon the morrow to give
Billy Curtlss an affirmative answer to
tbe question he had asked ber tbe night
before—the night of the earthquake—
but each time that she thought sbe had
disposed of the matter definitely she
found herself involuntarily comparing
him with the heroic figure of her
dream man, and again sbe must need
rewage ber battle.
As she walked in tbe moonlight t*o
pairs of eyes watched her every move
ment—one pair, clear and black, from
the rose thicket; the other, flaming yel
low green, hidden in a little clump of
bushes at the point where she turned
In her pacing to retrace her steps at
tbe point farthest from the watcher
among the roses.
Twenty times Nu was on the point
of leaping from his concealment and
taking tbe girl in bis arms, for to him
sbe was Nat-ul, daughter of Tha. and
it had not been a hundred thousand
years, but only yesterday, tbe day be
fore, that be bad last seen her.
Yet each time something deterred
him—a strange, vague, indefinable fear
of this wondrous creature who was
Nat-ul and yet who waa not Nat-ul, but
another made in Nat-ul's image.
The strange things tbat covered her
fair figure seemed to have raised a
barrier between them—the last time
tbat be bad walked band in band with
her upon tbe beach naught but tbe soft
skin of a red doe had clothed her.
Her familiar association, too. with
these strange people, coupled with tbe
fact tbat she spoke and understood
their language, only tended to remove
her further from him.
Nu was very sad and very lonely,
and tbe eight of Nat-ul seemed to ac
centuate rather than relieve bis de
pression. Slowly there was born wltb
ln him the conviction tbat Nat-ul was
no longer for Nu, the son of Nu. Why
be could not guess, but the bitter fact
seemed inevitable.
The girl had turned quite close to
him now and was retracing her steps
his
the
of
toward tbe bushes twenty yards away.
Behind their screening verdure Old
Raffles, the sbeep stealer, twitched his
tufteil tail and drew his steel tbewed
lo ^s beneath him for the spring, and as
he waited just the faintest of purrs
escaped his shivering jowls.
Too faint the sound to pierce tbe
dull senses of the twentieth century
maiden, but to the man biding In the
rose thicket twenty paces farther from
the lion it fell sinister upon his un
spoiled ear
Like a bolt of lightning—so quickly
his muscles responded to his will—the
cave man hurtled the intervening rose
bushes with a single bound, and. raised
spear in hand, bounded after the un
conscious girl.
The great lion saw him coming, and.
less he he cheated of his prey, leaped
into the moonlight before bis Intended
victim was quite within the radius of
his spring.
The beast emitted n horrid roar that
froze the girl with terror, and then in
the face of bis terrific charge the fig
ure of a naked giant leaped past her
She saw a great arm. wieldlug a
mighty spear, burl tbe weapon at the
Infuriated beast—and then she swooned.
As the sa vage note of tbe lion's roar
broke the stillness of the quiet night
Curtlss and Barney Custer sprang to
their feet running toward tbe side of
the bungalow from which tbe sound
had come.
Curtlss grasped the rifle he had just
reloaded, and as he turned the corner
of the building he caught one fleeting
She Saw a Great Arm Wielding
Mighty 8pear.
glimpse of something moving near the
bushes fifty yards away. Raising his
weapon, he fired.
The whole household bad been
roused by the lion's deep voice and
the answering boom of the big rifle,
so that scarcely a minute after Barney
and Curtlss reached the side of the
prostrate girl a score of white men
and black were gathered about them,
The dead body of a huge Hon lay
scarce twenty feet from Victoria Cus
ter, but a hurried examination of tbe
girl brought unutterable relief to them
all, for she was uninjured.
Barney lifted her in his arms and
carried her to her room, while tbe oth
ers examined tbe dead beast. From tbe
center of the breast a wooden shaft
protruded, and when they had drawn
this out—and It required the united ef
forts of four strong men to do It—they
found that a stone tipped spear had
passed straight through tbe savage
beast's heart
"The zebra killer," said Brown to
Greystoke.
Tbe latter nodded his bead.
"We must find him." he said. "He
nas rendered us a great service. But
for htm Miss Custer would not be
alive now."
But though twenty men scoured the
grounds and the plain beyond for sev
eral hours, no trace of the killer of Old
Raffles could be found, and tbe reason
that they did not find him abroad was
because be lay directly beneath their
noses in a little clump of low, flower
ing shrubs, with a bullet wound in his
bend.
The next morning the men were ex
amlning tbe stone headed spear upon
tbe veranda just outside the breakfast
room.
It's the oddest thing of its kind I
ever saw," said Greystoke. "I can al
most swear tbat it was never made by
any of the tribesmen of present day
Africa. I once saw similar beads,
though, in the British museum. They
had been taken from the debris of
prehistoric cave dwelling."
From the window of tbe breakfast
room just behind them a wide eyed
girl was staring in breathless wonder
ment at tbe rude weapon, which to her
presented concrete evidence of tbe real<
ity of tbe thing sbe bad thought but
another hallucination—tbe leaping fig
ure of tbe naked man tbat had sprung
past her into the face of tbe charging
ilon an instant before sbe bad
swooned.
One of them turned and saw ber
standing there.
"Ah, Miss Custer!" be exclaimed.
"No worse this morning, I see, for
your little adventure of last night
Here's a memento that your resçuer
left behind him in the heart of Old
Raffles. Would you like it?"
The girl stepped forward, hiding her
true emotions behind the mask of
(Continued on page 4.)
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