not more than a speck of moisture.
Again, a minute bit of bark has been upturned by the scraping hand, and
the direction of the break indicates the direction of the passage. Or
some great limb, or the stem of the tree itself has been brushed by the
hairy body, and a tiny shred of hair tells him by the direction from
which it is wedged beneath the bark that he is on the right trail.
Nor does he need to check his speed to catch these seemingly faint
records of the fleeing beast.
To Tarzan they stand out boldly against all the myriad other scars and
bruises and signs upon the leafy way. But strongest of all is the
scent, for Tarzan is pursuing up the wind, and his trained nostrils are
as sensitive as a hound's.
There are those who believe that the lower orders are specially endowed
by nature with better olfactory nerves than man, but it is merely a
matter of development.
Man's survival does not hinge so greatly upon the perfection of his
senses. His power to reason has relieved them of many of their duties,
and so they have, to some extent, atrophied, as have the muscles which
move the ears and scalp, merely from disuse.
The muscles are there, about the ears and beneath the scalp, and so are
the nerves which transmit sensations to the brain, but they are
under-developed because they are not needed.
Not so with Tarzan of the Apes. From early infancy his survival had
depended upon acuteness of eyesight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste
far more than upon the more slowly developed organ of reason.
The least developed of all in Tarzan was the sense of taste, for he
could eat luscious fruits, or raw flesh, long buried with almost equal
appreciation; but in that he differed but slightly from more civilized
Almost silently the ape-man sped on in the track of Terkoz and his
prey, but the sound of his approach reached the ears of the fleeing
beast and spurred it on to greater speed.
Three miles were covered before Tarzan overtook them, and then Terkoz,
seeing that further flight was futile, dropped to the ground in a small
open glade, that he might turn and fight for his prize or be free to
escape unhampered if he saw that the pursuer was more than a match for
He still grasped Jane in one great arm as Tarzan bounded like a leopard
into the arena which nature had provided for this primeval-like battle.
When Terkoz saw that it was Tarzan
In the meantime Jack was enjoying to the full the stolen pleasures of the music hall.Page 21
" The old man stamped his foot angrily.Page 38
Viciously he jerked her to her feet, dragged her to the entrance of the tent, and shoved her viciously within.Page 57
A low grunt was his only response, and a moment later he had leaped nimbly upon a small and unwary rodent that had been surprised at a fatal distance from its burrow.Page 60
Now the Killer rose upon the branch of the great tree where he had been sleeping with his back braced against the stem.Page 61
It was wondrous practice for them both.Page 62
Now, at last, they could hear the growling of the dancing apes, and strong to their nostrils came the scent of their kind.Page 91
Occasionally Akut brought him juicy fruits which helped to slake his thirst and allay his fever, and little by little his powerful constitution overcame the effects of the spear thrusts.Page 118
" "Huh," grunted the king.Page 129
There were three men and two women--the wives of the two older men.Page 133
A second or two measured the time which the whole exciting event consumed from the moment that the lion broke into his charge.Page 159
The Killer was perfectly satisfied that he was soon again to see the nimble she who had so forcefully reminded him of Meriem.Page 174
Far to the north the Big Bwana and his black warriors clung tenaciously to the trail of the fleeing safari that was luring them further and further from the girl they sought to save, while back at the bungalow the woman who had loved Meriem as though she had been her own waited impatiently and in sorrow for the return of the rescuing party and the girl she was positive her invincible lord and master would bring back with him.Page 182
Then he stood waiting, for there was but one canoe and two men--little danger to him and his followers in that.Page 186
She missed her ragged little confidante, into whose deaf ears she had been wont to pour her many miseries and her occasional joys--Geeka, of the splinter limbs and the ratskin torso--Geeka the disreputable--Geeka the beloved.Page 202
He was in no hurry for the money--he could wait a year, or two years if necessary; but it should not require over six months.Page 213
It was Bwana himself and his sleek, black warriors.Page 216
The black nodded, and fell to the rear where he might better watch her.Page 219
He fastened his eyes upon the face of Meriem's deliverer and as recognition slowly filtered into his understanding they went wide in incredulity and surprise.Page 220
"There can never be another.