"Thank God, Professor," whispered Mr. Philander, fervently, "you are
not dead, then?"
"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut," cautioned Professor Porter, "I do
not know with accuracy as yet."
With infinite solicitude Professor Porter wiggled his right arm--joy!
It was intact. Breathlessly he waved his left arm above his prostrate
"Most remarkable, most remarkable," he said.
"To whom are you signaling, Professor?" asked Mr. Philander, in an
Professor Porter deigned to make no response to this puerile inquiry.
Instead he raised his head gently from the ground, nodding it back and
forth a half dozen times.
"Most remarkable," he breathed. "It remains intact."
Mr. Philander had not moved from where he had fallen; he had not dared
the attempt. How indeed could one move when one's arms and legs and
back were broken?
One eye was buried in the soft loam; the other, rolling sidewise, was
fixed in awe upon the strange gyrations of Professor Porter.
"How sad!" exclaimed Mr. Philander, half aloud. "Concussion of the
brain, superinducing total mental aberration. How very sad indeed! and
for one still so young!"
Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach; gingerly he bowed his
back until he resembled a huge tom cat in proximity to a yelping dog.
Then he sat up and felt of various portions of his anatomy.
"They are all here," he exclaimed. "Most remarkable!"
Whereupon he arose, and, bending a scathing glance upon the still
prostrate form of Mr. Samuel T. Philander, he said:
"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander; this is no time to indulge in slothful ease.
We must be up and doing."
Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in
speechless rage at Professor Porter. Then he attempted to rise; nor
could there have been any more surprised than he when his efforts were
immediately crowned with marked success.
He was still bursting with rage, however, at the cruel injustice of
Professor Porter's insinuation, and was on the point of rendering a
tart rejoinder when his eyes fell upon a strange figure standing a few
paces away, scrutinizing them intently.
Professor Porter had recovered his shiny silk hat, which he had brushed
carefully upon the sleeve of his coat and replaced upon his head. When
he saw Mr. Philander pointing to something behind him he turned to
behold a giant, naked but for a loin cloth and a few metal ornaments,
standing motionless before him.
"Good evening, sir!" said the professor, lifting his hat.
For reply the giant motioned them to follow him, and set off up the
beach in the direction from which
"Let's be about it, then," he said.Page 16
The ape-man knew that he might expect an immediate attack on the part of that particular surviving bull-ape who felt himself best fitted to contend for the kingship of the tribe.Page 21
Scarcely had he touched the sleek hide of the deer with a momentum that sent the animal to its knees than he had grasped a horn in either hand, and with a single quick wrench twisted the animal's neck completely round, until he felt the vertebrae snap beneath his grip.Page 22
So he was quite at a loss to know where he might be.Page 25
Rokoff had set him ashore upon an island.Page 45
All eyes immediately turned upward toward the foliage above.Page 51
Death! Tarzan had looked the Hideous Hunter in the face many a time, and smiled.Page 53
He came to Tarzan's side and pricked him with a spear.Page 68
It was with difficulty that Tarzan could find means to communicate with the natives, as the moment their eyes fell upon his companions they fled precipitately into the bush.Page 89
Jane Clayton's eyes riveted themselves upon it.Page 90
For a moment she hesitated, trembling.Page 100
Past populous villages he had fled.Page 114
Tarzan pushed Jane behind the cabin near which they had been standing, and with a quick bound started for Rokoff.Page 119
The gale that was blowing was, he believed, the cause of the delay in getting the Kincaid under way, and if it continued to blow until night then the chances were all in his favour, for he knew that there was little likelihood of the ape-man attempting to navigate the tortuous channel of the Ugambi while darkness lay upon the surface of the water, hiding the many bars and the numerous small islands which are scattered over the expanse of the river's mouth.Page 124
"Shut up," admonished.Page 126
It was with difficulty that Paulvitch restrained a consuming desire to taunt the man with a suggestion of the fate that would presently overtake him and the other members of the Kincaid's company; but fearing to arouse the fellow's suspicions, he crossed the deck and lowered himself in silence into his canoe.Page 131
It was this chance of dispute which Gust preferred to forgo.Page 136
Is it a bargain?" Schneider desired more information, and got as much as Momulla thought best to give him.Page 140
Mugambi hesitated.Page 147
The ransom had been paid, and within ten days of the date of his kidnapping the future Lord Greystoke, none the worse for his experience, had been returned to his father's home.