jungle searching for Jane Porter, where the noise of their own
crashing through the underbrush would have drowned the report of a far
By the time the two parties had narrated their several adventures, the
cruiser's boat had returned with supplies and arms for the expedition.
Within a few minutes the little body of sailors and the two French
officers, together with Professor Porter and Clayton, set off upon
their hopeless and ill-fated quest into the untracked jungle.
When Jane realized that she was being borne away a captive by the
strange forest creature who had rescued her from the clutches of the
ape she struggled desperately to escape, but the strong arms that held
her as easily as though she had been but a day-old babe only pressed a
little more tightly.
So presently she gave up the futile effort and lay quietly, looking
through half-closed lids at the face of the man who strode easily
through the tangled undergrowth with her.
The face above her was one of extraordinary beauty.
A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or
brutal or degrading passions. For, though Tarzan of the Apes was a
killer of men and of beasts, he killed as the hunter kills,
dispassionately, except on those rare occasions when he had killed for
hate--though not the brooding, malevolent hate which marks the features
of its own with hideous lines.
When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are
the foundation of beauty.
One thing the girl had noticed particularly when she had seen Tarzan
rushing upon Terkoz--the vivid scarlet band upon his forehead, from
above the left eye to the scalp; but now as she scanned his features
she noticed that it was gone, and only a thin white line marked the
spot where it had been.
As she lay more quietly in his arms Tarzan slightly relaxed his grip
Once he looked down into her eyes and smiled, and the girl had to close
her own to shut out the vision of that handsome, winning face.
Presently Tarzan took to the trees, and Jane, wondering that she felt
no fear, began to realize that in many respects she had never felt more
secure in her whole life than now as she lay in the arms of this
strong, wild creature, being borne, God alone knew where or to what
fate, deeper and deeper into the savage fastness of the untamed forest.
When, with closed eyes, she commenced to speculate upon the future, and
terrifying fears were conjured by a vivid imagination, she had but to
The Arabs raised their rifles to pour in the last volley that would effectually end all resistance; but Achmet Zek roared out a warning order that stayed their trigger fingers.Page 39
He had it all planned out, did Lieutenant Albert Werper, living in anticipation the luxurious life of the idle rich.Page 44
Clutched tightly in his.Page 49
The face of Achmet Zek had disappeared from the opening.Page 59
She had grown to young womanhood a cold and heartless creature, daughter of a thousand other cold, heartless, beautiful women who had never known love.Page 61
The vengeance is La's.Page 64
He knew that his doom was sealed--that no supplications would avail to temper the severity of his end and so he wasted no breath in pleadings; but waited patiently in the firm conviction that his sufferings could not endure forever.Page 76
Also, there was the compelling urge to be upon the scent of the Arabs, undertaking the rescue of the woman who had appealed so strongly to his savage sentiments; though the thought-word which naturally occurred to him in the contemplation of the venture, was "capture," rather than "rescue.Page 102
He would like to find the black men and lead them against these thieves.Page 113
She did not hear the sniffing of his nostrils as he smelled about her.Page 122
"I go now to give the order for the breaking of camp early on the morrow," and he rose to leave the tent.Page 126
All this was gone, vanished into the past, wiped out by the torches and bullets and hatred of these hideous and degenerate men.Page 127
There was no sentry before the entrance to the prisoner's tent! What could it mean? Fate was indeed playing into his hands.Page 131
"Then come and throw yourself limply across my left shoulder," and Werper knelt to receive her.Page 136
For a moment the lion continued to eye the man; then he resumed his drinking, and man and beast quenched their thirst side by side each apparently oblivious of the other's presence.Page 148
How it had come upon the person of the great ape, Werper could not imagine, unless it had been that the anthropoid had witnessed his fight with Achmet Zek, seen the Arab with the pouch and taken it away from him; but that this pouch contained the jewels of Opar, Werper was positive, and that was all that interested him greatly.Page 152
Past the village of Achmet Zek their way led them, and there they found but the charred remains of the palisade and the native huts, still smoking, as mute evidence of the wrath and vengeance of a powerful enemy.Page 154
Tarzan stooped and lifted a leathern pouch from the grisly relics of a man.