save him until night," he said.
Far out in the jungle Tantor, the elephant, his first panic of fear
allayed, stood with up-pricked ears and undulating trunk. What was
passing through the convolutions of his savage brain? Could he be
searching for Tarzan? Could he recall and measure the service the
ape-man had performed for him? Of that there can be no doubt. But did
he feel gratitude? Would he have risked his own life to have saved
Tarzan could he have known of the danger which confronted his friend?
You will doubt it. Anyone at all familiar with elephants will doubt
it. Englishmen who have hunted much with elephants in India will tell
you that they never have heard of an instance in which one of these
animals has gone to the aid of a man in danger, even though the man had
often befriended it. And so it is to be doubted that Tantor would have
attempted to overcome his instinctive fear of the black men in an
effort to succor Tarzan.
The screams of the infuriated villagers came faintly to his sensitive
ears, and he wheeled, as though in terror, contemplating flight; but
something stayed him, and again he turned about, raised his trunk, and
gave voice to a shrill cry.
Then he stood listening.
In the distant village where Mbonga had restored quiet and order, the
voice of Tantor was scarcely audible to the blacks, but to the keen
ears of Tarzan of the Apes it bore its message.
His captors were leading him to a hut where he might be confined and
guarded against the coming of the nocturnal orgy that would mark his
torture-laden death. He halted as he heard the notes of Tantor's call,
and raising his head, gave vent to a terrifying scream that sent cold
chills through the superstitious blacks and caused the warriors who
guarded him to leap back even though their prisoner's arms were
securely bound behind him.
With raised spears they encircled him as for a moment longer he stood
listening. Faintly from the distance came another, an answering cry,
and Tarzan of the Apes, satisfied, turned and quietly pursued his way
toward the hut where he was to be imprisoned.
The afternoon wore on. From the surrounding village the ape-man heard
the bustle of preparation for the feast. Through the doorway of the
hut he saw the women laying the cooking fires and filling their earthen
caldrons with water; but above it all his ears were bent across the
jungle in eager listening for the
The men started it--they attacked him first.Page 8
Oh, Father," he exclaimed, as the door opened to admit a tall gray-eyed man.Page 12
Again Mr.Page 21
The man, mumbling, explained that he believed the animal had guessed that he was to be sent away and he feared he would attempt to escape.Page 40
He shook Akut into wakefulness.Page 58
Before the tent were some pieces of wood and small leaves and a few stones.Page 64
We are great hunters.Page 84
He too recognized Korak.Page 91
All during his rational moments as he had lain upon the soft furs which lined Meriem's nest he had suffered more acutely from fears for Meriem than from the pain of his own wounds.Page 101
She had no doubt but that he would come back and less still that he would easily free her from her captivity.Page 124
He must be on the go.Page 134
Morison Baynes rode closest to the forest.Page 161
In her had taken place the change.Page 162
Until daylight the beast fed, while the black clung, sleepless, to his perch, wondering what had become of his master and the two ponies.Page 186
Mabunu pretended great joy at her return, baring her toothless gums in a hideous grimace that was intended to be indicative of rejoicing.Page 190
Morison sank weakly to its bottom where he lay for long hours in partial stupor.Page 212
The horses and camels and donkeys, terrorized by the trumpeting of the pachyderm, kicked and pulled at their tethers.Page 213
" All night they rode, and the day was still young when they came suddenly upon a party hurrying southward.Page 218
Ah! It was well that he did! There she was now dropping from the branches of a tree across the clearing and running swiftly toward the ape-man.