sides of the shaft were clotted thick with a dried, dark brown
substance that the Englishman knew had once been blood. The place had
the appearance of having been a veritable shambles. An odor of
decaying flesh permeated the air.
The Englishman crossed to the shaft and peered into the opening. All
below was dark as pitch; but at the bottom he knew was the river.
Suddenly an inspiration and a bold scheme leaped to his mind. Turning
quickly he hunted about the room until he found what he sought--a
quantity of the rope that lay strewn here and there. With rapid
fingers he unsnarled the different lengths, the girl helping him, and
then he tied the ends together until he had three ropes about
seventy-five feet in length. He fastened these together at each end
and without a word secured one of the ends about the girl's body
beneath her arms.
"Don't be frightened," he said at length, as he led her toward the
opening in the shaft. "I'm going to lower you to the river, and then
I'm coming down after you. When you are safe below, give two quick
jerks upon the rope. If there is danger there and you want me to draw
you up into the shaft, jerk once. Don't be afraid--it is the only way."
"I am not afraid," replied the girl, rather haughtily Bradley thought,
and herself climbed through the aperture and hung by her hands waiting
for Bradley to lower her.
As rapidly as was consistent with safety, the man paid out the rope.
When it was about half out, he heard loud cries and wails suddenly
arise within the room they had just quitted. The slaying of their god
had been discovered by the Wieroos. A search for the slayer would
begin at once.
Lord! Would the girl never reach the river? At last, just as he was
positive that searchers were already entering the room behind him,
there came two quick tugs at the rope. Instantly Bradley made the rest
of the strands fast about the shaft, slipped into the black tube and
began a hurried descent toward the river. An instant later he stood
waist deep in water beside the girl. Impulsively she reached toward
him and grasped his arm. A strange thrill ran through him at the
contact; but he only cut the rope from about her body and lifted her to
the little shelf at the river's side.
"How can we leave here?" she asked.
Taug rose upon his short legs, bristling.Page 12
Yes, it was Taug, and he was alone.Page 22
Once he uttered a piercing call that reverberated through the jungle; but Tantor, in the panic of terror, either failed to hear, or hearing, dared not pause to heed.Page 23
The blacks were quick to discover this, and equally quick to bind their prisoner's arms and legs before he should regain consciousness, for they had learned to harbor a wholesome respect for this strange man-beast that consorted with the hairy tree folk.Page 24
Another and another followed her example, until Tarzan of the Apes was surrounded by a fighting, clawing, yelling mob of natives.Page 32
by the voice of Taug.Page 37
He placed a foot upon the dead body of the panther, and lifting his blood-stained face to the blue of the equatorial heavens, gave voice to the horrid victory cry of the bull ape.Page 47
Now he raised his war spear, throwing his spear-hand far back above his right shoulder.Page 48
Something stayed the ape-man's hand for an instant.Page 60
Had his mother not said as much when he was naughty and she threatened to give him to the white god of the jungle if he were not good? Little black Tibo shook as with ague.Page 68
Little by little his absences from the tribe grew in length as he wandered farther away from them, until finally he found himself a greater distance to the north than he ever before had hunted, and with water and ample game and fruit, he felt not at all inclined to return to the tribe.Page 95
Of all the creatures of the wild, there was none Tublat so cordially hated as he did this hideous, hairless, white-skinned, caricature of an ape.Page 101
Later that night, as Tarzan curled himself for sleep, he lay for a long time looking up at the burning planets and the twinkling stars and at Goro the moon, and he smiled.Page 117
Nothing less than a stomachful would allay the gnawing craving of that great emptiness.Page 149
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.Page 151
At last the warrior desisted.Page 159
The lion turned blazing eyes upon them and then swung about toward the advancing warriors.Page 168
Little, or nothing, of what he said did Tantor understand; but Tantor is a good listener.Page 172
Something moved among the verdure at the opposite side of the clearing.