than look longer down into the frightful abysses
beneath. Never before in all his life had Tibo been so frightened, yet
as the white giant sped on with him through the forest there stole over
the child an inexplicable sensation of security as he saw how true were
the leaps of the ape-man, how unerring his grasp upon the swaying limbs
which gave him hand-hold, and then, too, there was safety in the middle
terraces of the forest, far above the reach of the dreaded lions.
And so Tarzan came to the clearing where the tribe fed, dropping among
them with his new balu clinging tightly to his shoulders. He was
fairly in the midst of them before Tibo spied a single one of the great
hairy forms, or before the apes realized that Tarzan was not alone.
When they saw the little Gomangani perched upon his back some of them
came forward in curiosity with upcurled lips and snarling mien.
An hour before little Tibo would have said that he knew the uttermost
depths of fear; but now, as he saw these fearsome beasts surrounding
him, he realized that all that had gone before was as nothing by
comparison. Why did the great white giant stand there so
unconcernedly? Why did he not flee before these horrid, hairy, tree
men fell upon them both and tore them to pieces? And then there came to
Tibo a numbing recollection. It was none other than the story he had
heard passed from mouth to mouth, fearfully, by the people of Mbonga,
the chief, that this great white demon of the jungle was naught other
than a hairless ape, for had not he been seen in company with these?
Tibo could only stare in wide-eyed horror at the approaching apes. He
saw their beetling brows, their great fangs, their wicked eyes. He
noted their mighty muscles rolling beneath their shaggy hides. Their
every attitude and expression was a menace. Tarzan saw this, too. He
drew Tibo around in front of him.
"This is Tarzan's Go-bu-balu," he said. "Do not harm him, or Tarzan
will kill you," and he bared his own fangs in the teeth of the nearest
"It is a Gomangani," replied the ape. "Let me kill it. It is a
Gomangani. The Gomangani are our enemies. Let me kill it."
"Go away," snarled Tarzan. "I tell you, Gunto, it is Tarzan's balu.
Go away or Tarzan will kill you," and the ape-man took a step toward
He imagined that his superior held him in contempt, and so he chafed and fumed inwardly until one evening his madness became suddenly homicidal.Page 3
He fought with a savage abandon, and a vicious cruelty fully equal to that of his fellow desperadoes.Page 10
As Tarzan rose upon the body of his kill to scream forth his hideous victory cry into the face of the moon the wind carried to his nostrils something which froze him to statuesque immobility and silence.Page 14
"Who are you?" asked the old man in a trembling voice.Page 15
I see--" He paused and drew a long, gasping breath.Page 25
The raiders were still a long way off when the warrior's keen eyes discovered them.Page 28
Mugambi launched his spear at the nearest of the enemy with a force that drove the heavy shaft completely through the Arab's body, then he seized a pistol from another, and grasping it by the barrel brained all who forced their way too near his mistress.Page 52
Opening his eyes, he stretched his giant thews, yawned, rose and gazed about him through the leafy foliage of his retreat.Page 64
The knife was pressed against his side and La's face was close to his when a sudden burst of flame from new branches thrown upon the fire without, lighted up the interior of the shelter.Page 82
It was shortly after the soldiers had dismounted that the Belgian, unaware of their presence, rode his tired mount almost into their midst, before he had discovered them.Page 99
Robbed of his she, deserted by his companions, and as much in ignorance as ever as to the whereabouts of his pouch and pebbles, it was an angry Tarzan who climbed the palisade and vanished into the darkness of the jungle.Page 103
The Arab was crazed by rage.Page 108
with him, backed slowly down the trail until a turn hid him from the view of the watchful Arab.Page 110
Bloodshot, wicked eyes they were, set in a fierce and hairy face.Page 112
As Taglat struggled with the bonds which secured the ankles and wrists of his captive, the great lion that eyed the two from behind a nearby clump of bushes wormed closer to his intended prey.Page 117
Almost instantly Jane Clayton recognized the man as M.Page 124
How easy it would be to slay the unbeliever, and take unto himself both the woman and the jewels! With the latter in his possession, the ransom which might be obtained for the captive would form no great inducement to her relinquishment in the face of the pleasures of sole ownership of her.Page 128
"Dog of a Christian," he whispered, "look upon this knife in the hands of Mohammed Beyd! Look well, unbeliever, for it is the last thing in life that you shall see or feel.Page 142
23 A Night of Terror To Jane Clayton, waiting in the tree where Werper had placed her, it seemed that the long night would never end, yet end it did at last, and within an hour of the coming of dawn her spirits leaped with renewed hope at sight of a solitary horseman approaching along the trail.Page 152
It was Mugambi, whom Jane had thought dead amidst the charred ruins of the bungalow.