Clayton called several times, but there was no reply, and so the two
returned to the greater safety of the interior.
"What a frightful sound!" cried Jane, "I shudder at the mere thought of
it. Do not tell me that a human throat voiced that hideous and
"But it did, Miss Porter," replied Clayton; "or at least if not a human
throat that of a forest god."
And then he told her of his experiences with this strange creature--of
how twice the wild man had saved his life--of the wondrous strength,
and agility, and bravery--of the brown skin and the handsome face.
"I cannot make it out at all," he concluded. "At first I thought he
might be Tarzan of the Apes; but he neither speaks nor understands
English, so that theory is untenable."
"Well, whatever he may be," cried the girl, "we owe him our lives, and
may God bless him and keep him in safety in his wild and savage jungle!"
"Amen," said Clayton, fervently.
"For the good Lord's sake, ain't I dead?"
The two turned to see Esmeralda sitting upright upon the floor, her
great eyes rolling from side to side as though she could not believe
their testimony as to her whereabouts.
And now, for Jane Porter, the reaction came, and she threw herself upon
the bench, sobbing with hysterical laughter.
Several miles south of the cabin, upon a strip of sandy beach, stood
two old men, arguing.
Before them stretched the broad Atlantic. At their backs was the Dark
Continent. Close around them loomed the impenetrable blackness of the
Savage beasts roared and growled; noises, hideous and weird, assailed
their ears. They had wandered for miles in search of their camp, but
always in the wrong direction. They were as hopelessly lost as though
they suddenly had been transported to another world.
At such a time, indeed, every fiber of their combined intellects must
have been concentrated upon the vital question of the minute--the
life-and-death question to them of retracing their steps to camp.
Samuel T. Philander was speaking.
"But, my dear professor," he was saying, "I still maintain that but for
the victories of Ferdinand and Isabella over the fifteenth-century
Moors in Spain the world would be today a thousand years in advance of
where we now find ourselves. The Moors were essentially a tolerant,
broad-minded, liberal race of agriculturists, artisans and
merchants--the very type of people that has made possible such
civilization as we find today in America and Europe--while the
"Tut, tut, dear Mr. Philander," interrupted Professor Porter; "their
religion positively precluded
The second mate's gun had jammed, and so there were but two weapons opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon the officers, who now started to give back before the infuriated rush of their men.Page 13
Bravely had she faced the dangers of the mutiny; with heroic fortitude she had looked into the terrible future; but now that the horror of absolute solitude was upon them, her overwrought nerves gave way, and the reaction came.Page 17
He turned and ran toward it, shouting.Page 20
So peaceful was her end that it was hours before Clayton could awake to a realization that his wife was dead.Page 36
More and more weakly the torn and bleeding arm struck home with the long sharp blade, then the little figure stiffened with a spasmodic jerk, and Tarzan, the young Lord Greystoke, rolled unconscious upon the dead and decaying vegetation which carpeted his jungle home.Page 38
So, early one morning, he set forth alone upon his quest.Page 47
With an angry lash of her tail she bared her yellow fangs, curling her great lips in a hideous snarl that wrinkled her bristling snout in serried ridges and closed her wicked eyes to two narrow slits of rage and hatred.Page 48
As the tribe continued their slow way through the forest after the passing of Sabor, Tarzan's head was filled with his great scheme for slaying his enemy, and for many days thereafter he thought of little else.Page 51
His well-laid plan had come to naught, so he sat there screaming at the roaring creature beneath him and making mocking grimaces at it.Page 59
He did not understand.Page 92
The man before him was the embodiment of physical perfection and giant strength; yet it was not upon these he depended in his battle with the great cat, for mighty as were his muscles, they were as nothing by comparison with Numa's.Page 97
Perhaps even now she was attempting to defend herself against some savage man or beast.Page 113
He seized it and attempted to use it as he had seen the sailors do.Page 121
You are Jane Porter, I saw it in your letter.Page 134
With a cry she sprang to her feet and turned to face her end.Page 136
This fact caused Jane to indulge in further speculation, and it taxed her imagination to picture how this beautiful ornament came into the possession of a wild and savage creature of the unexplored jungles of Africa.Page 146
The branches swayed as though under the weight of a man's body--there was a crash and the black came sprawling to earth again,--to lie very quietly where he had fallen.Page 147
He wondered by what manner of miracle she had been spared.Page 191
"It is true.Page 197