life had I witnessed a more horrible exhibition of bestial rage--I
thanked God that Dian had not been one of those left to endure it.
Of the twelve prisoners who had been chained ahead of me each alternate
one had been freed commencing with Dian. Hooja was gone. Ghak
remained. What could it mean? How had it been accomplished? The
commander of the guards was investigating. Soon he discovered that the
rude locks which had held the neckbands in place had been deftly picked.
"Hooja the Sly One," murmured Ghak, who was now next to me in line.
"He has taken the girl that you would not have," he continued, glancing
"That I would not have!" I cried. "What do you mean?"
He looked at me closely for a moment.
"I have doubted your story that you are from another world," he said at
last, "but yet upon no other grounds could your ignorance of the ways
of Pellucidar be explained. Do you really mean that you do not know
that you offended the Beautiful One, and how?"
"I do not know, Ghak," I replied.
"Then shall I tell you. When a man of Pellucidar intervenes between
another man and the woman the other man would have, the woman belongs
to the victor. Dian the Beautiful belongs to you. You should have
claimed her or released her. Had you taken her hand, it would have
indicated your desire to make her your mate, and had you raised her
hand above her head and then dropped it, it would have meant that you
did not wish her for a mate and that you released her from all
obligation to you. By doing neither you have put upon her the greatest
affront that a man may put upon a woman. Now she is your slave. No
man will take her as mate, or may take her honorably, until he shall
have overcome you in combat, and men do not choose slave women as their
mates--at least not the men of Pellucidar."
"I did not know, Ghak," I cried. "I did not know. Not for all
Pellucidar would I have harmed Dian the Beautiful by word, or look, or
act of mine. I do not want her as my slave. I do not want her as
my--" but here I stopped. The vision of that sweet and innocent face
floated before me amidst the soft mists of imagination, and where I had
In about an hour they returned and reported deep water through the passage as well as far into the little basin.Page 19
I thought we were no longer in London, but in some horrible place where great beasts attacked us.Page 20
So peaceful was her end that it was hours before Clayton could awake to a realization that his wife was dead.Page 33
It was in the next visit to the vicinity, following the adventure with old Sabor, that, as he approached the cabin, Tarzan noticed that from a distance the door appeared to be an independent part of the wall in which it was set, and for the first time it occurred to him that this might prove the means of entrance which had so long eluded him.Page 35
So what wonder that the little boy was quite at a loss to guess the meaning of these strange figures.Page 47
"I am Tarzan," he cried.Page 50
had it been Sabor who had thus dragged him from his perch the outcome might have been very different, for he would have lost his life, doubtless, into the bargain.Page 57
Tarzan thought much on this wondrous method of slaying as he swung slowly along at a safe distance behind his quarry.Page 61
On one side of her lay a quantity of wooden arrows the points of which she dipped into the seething substance, then laying them upon a narrow rack of boughs which stood upon her other side.Page 67
Quickly he gathered up the arrows--all of them this time, for he had brought a number of long fibers to bind them into a bundle.Page 78
Strange because he had had it in his power to kill his enemy, but had allowed him to live--unharmed.Page 86
The sailor jerked out his weapon and leveled it at Clayton's back, Miss Porter screamed a warning, and a long, metal-shod spear shot like a bolt from above and passed entirely through the right shoulder of the rat-faced man.Page 88
The watchers in the cabin by the beach heard the sound of his voice growing ever fainter and fainter, until at last it was swallowed up by the myriad noises of the primeval wood.Page 115
At last he was rewarded by the sounds of the regular breathing within which denotes sleep.Page 120
and he did.Page 126
From early infancy his survival had depended upon acuteness of eyesight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste far more than upon the more slowly developed organ of reason.Page 128
Again she repulsed him.Page 147
It taught me that no love, not even that of a man for his wife may be so deep and terrible and self-sacrificing as the love of a father for his daughter.Page 155
He was surprised that he had no fever.Page 196
Again she glanced at Clayton.