creepers, brushing ebon shoulders
against gorgeous blooms which inscrutable Nature has seen fit to lavish
most profusely farthest from the eye of man.
As Tarzan watched, through narrowed lids, the last of the warriors
disappear beyond a turn in the trail, his expression altered to the
urge of a newborn thought. A slow, grim smile touched his lips. He
looked down upon the frightened, bleating kid, advertising, in its fear
and its innocence, its presence and its helplessness.
Dropping to the ground, Tarzan approached the trap and entered.
Without disturbing the fiber cord, which was adjusted to drop the door
at the proper time, he loosened the living bait, tucked it under an arm
and stepped out of the cage.
With his hunting knife he quieted the frightened animal, severing its
jugular; then he dragged it, bleeding, along the trail down to the
drinking hole, the half smile persisting upon his ordinarily grave
face. At the water's edge the ape-man stooped and with hunting knife
and quick strong fingers deftly removed the dead kid's viscera.
Scraping a hole in the mud, he buried these parts which he did not eat,
and swinging the body to his shoulder took to the trees.
For a short distance he pursued his way in the wake of the black
warriors, coming down presently to bury the meat of his kill where it
would be safe from the depredations of Dango, the hyena, or the other
meat-eating beasts and birds of the jungle. He was hungry. Had he
been all beast he would have eaten; but his man-mind could entertain
urges even more potent than those of the belly, and now he was
concerned with an idea which kept a smile upon his lips and his eyes
sparkling in anticipation. An idea, it was, which permitted him to
forget that he was hungry.
The meat safely cached, Tarzan trotted along the elephant trail after
the Gomangani. Two or three miles from the cage he overtook them and
then he swung into the trees and followed above and behind
them--waiting his chance.
Among the blacks was Rabba Kega, the witch-doctor. Tarzan hated them
all; but Rabba Kega he especially hated. As the blacks filed along the
winding path, Rabba Kega, being lazy, dropped behind. This Tarzan
noted, and it filled him with satisfaction--his being radiated a grim
and terrible content. Like an angel of death he hovered above the
Rabba Kega, knowing that the village was but a short distance ahead,
sat down to rest. Rest well, O Rabba Kega! It is
Here was a pretty muddle! Barney Custer swore at himself inwardly for a boorish fool.Page 8
Again the girl looked quickly into his eyes and again in her mind rose the question that had hovered there once before.Page 9
"Come," she said; "we waste time here.Page 28
Should it prove other than Joseph, might the Lord help them! The clenched fists, square-set chin, and gleaming gray eyes of the prisoner presaged no good for any incoming enemy.Page 38
"You are an officer.Page 68
" Barney smiled, a bit ruefully, however, for in his mind's eye he saw a future moment when the proud old Prince von der Tann would know the truth of the imposture that had been played upon him, and the young man foresaw that he would have a rather unpleasant half-hour.Page 72
"The impostor!" cried the governor of Blentz.Page 73
Neither of those who fought in the service of the king saw the trembling, weak-kneed figure, which had stood behind them, turn and scurry through the gateway, leaving the men who battled for him to their fate.Page 78
The prince raised his field glasses to his eyes.Page 102
By going directly to Italy and entering Austria from that country Barney managed to arrive within the boundaries of the dual monarchy with comparatively few delays.Page 105
Either Maenck or Coblich was sitting up peering through the darkness.Page 114
Do you chance to know anything about him, Prince Peter?" "Yes," replied Peter of Blentz, "I know him well by sight.Page 115
He did not again look at the prisoner, but turned to a lieutenant who stood near-by.Page 123
A dozen military cars either stood about or moved in and out of the wide gates at the opposite end of the enclosure.Page 138
With an angry oath Maenck directed one of his men to remain and help the two who had plunged over the brink, then with the others he rode along the gully searching for a crossing.Page 145
As he walked he heard the sound of the feet of a horse galloping over a dry field--muffled, rapid thud approaching closer upon his right hand.Page 187
Who was it that acted as the go-between in the king's negotiations with you, or rather, yours with the king? And what argument did you bring to bear to force Leopold to the action he took?" "I have told you all that I know about the matter," whined the king.Page 205
The least he could expect would be a frightful wound.Page 207
The groom touched his forehead, dropped the currycomb and brush, and turned back into the stable to fetch saddle and bridle.Page 208
Where the road dipped into the ravine and down through the village to the valley the rider drew his restless mount into a walk; but, once in the valley, he let him out.