been seven feet tall, and proportioned
accordingly. He still was too far off to distinguish his features.
"Run," I said to Dian. "I can engage him until you get a good start.
Maybe I can hold him until you have gotten entirely away," and then,
without a backward glance, I advanced to meet the Ugly One. I had
hoped that Dian would have a kind word to say to me before she went,
for she must have known that I was going to my death for her sake; but
she never even so much as bid me good-bye, and it was with a heavy
heart that I strode through the flower-bespangled grass to my doom.
When I had come close enough to Jubal to distinguish his features I
understood how it was that he had earned the sobriquet of Ugly One.
Apparently some fearful beast had ripped away one entire side of his
face. The eye was gone, the nose, and all the flesh, so that his jaws
and all his teeth were exposed and grinning through the horrible scar.
Formerly he may have been as good to look upon as the others of his
handsome race, and it may be that the terrible result of this encounter
had tended to sour an already strong and brutal character. However
this may be it is quite certain that he was not a pretty sight, and now
that his features, or what remained of them, were distorted in rage at
the sight of Dian with another male, he was indeed most terrible to
see--and much more terrible to meet.
He had broken into a run now, and as he advanced he raised his mighty
spear, while I halted and fitting an arrow to my bow took as steady aim
as I could. I was somewhat longer than usual, for I must confess that
the sight of this awful man had wrought upon my nerves to such an
extent that my knees were anything but steady. What chance had I
against this mighty warrior for whom even the fiercest cave bear had no
terrors! Could I hope to best one who slaughtered the sadok and dyryth
singlehanded! I shuddered; but, in fairness to myself, my fear was
more for Dian than for my own fate.
And then the great brute launched his massive stone-tipped spear, and I
raised my shield to break the force of its terrific velocity. The
impact hurled me to my knees, but the shield had deflected the missile
and I was unscathed.
I do not say the story is true, for I did not witness the happenings which it portrays, but the fact that in the telling of it to you I have taken fictitious names for the principal characters quite sufficiently evidences the sincerity of my own belief that it MAY be true.Page 22
When Tantor trumpeted, the great ape scurried with his fellows high among the trees of the second terrace.Page 32
To Tarzan this was always a source of never-ending mystery and pleasure.Page 35
letters of the alphabet, and he was over ten years old.Page 56
His books had portrayed the NEGRO, but how different had been the dull, dead print to this sleek thing of ebony, pulsing with life.Page 63
Finally an old fellow with many ornaments of metal about his arms and legs, and a necklace of dried human hands depending upon his chest, entered the hut.Page 70
See what Tarzan, the mighty killer, has done.Page 76
He would work his way to the other's back and, clinging there with tooth and nail, drive his knife home until Terkoz was no more.Page 106
Therefore I shall continue south.Page 120
Some day he would venture into the camp in daylight and talk with these people through the medium of the little bugs which were familiar to them and to Tarzan.Page 122
Each was immersed in his own sorrowful thoughts, and each knew, as did the old professor, what the last words meant--Professor Porter would never return from the jungle.Page 127
But as Terkoz pushed her roughly aside to meet Tarzan's charge, and she saw the great proportions of the ape and the mighty muscles and the fierce fangs, her heart quailed.Page 136
Carefully he unwrapped it, removing layer after layer of leaves until at length he held a photograph in his hand.Page 139
Several times they halted for brief rests, which Tarzan did not need, and at noon they stopped for an hour at a little brook, where they quenched their thirst, and ate.Page 145
As the writhing body of the black soared, as though by unearthly power, into the dense foliage of.Page 152
" Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen which remained undimmed ever after.Page 167
"It is nothing," he said in French, and then, his vocabulary failing him, he wrote: You should have seen what Bolgani did to me, and Kerchak, and Terkoz, before I killed them--then you would laugh at such a little scratch.Page 174
"I am Father Constantine of the French Mission here," he said, "and I am glad to welcome you.Page 185
The former had imported a small army of carpenters and plasterers, plumbers and painters from a distant city, and what had been but a dilapidated shell when they reached it was now a cosy little two-story house filled with every modern convenience procurable in so short a time.