back was turned toward him, but, tanned though it
was, D'Arnot saw that it was the back of a white man, and he thanked
The Frenchman called faintly. The man turned, and rising, came toward
the shelter. His face was very handsome--the handsomest, thought
D'Arnot, that he had ever seen.
Stooping, he crawled into the shelter beside the wounded officer, and
placed a cool hand upon his forehead.
D'Arnot spoke to him in French, but the man only shook his head--sadly,
it seemed to the Frenchman.
Then D'Arnot tried English, but still the man shook his head. Italian,
Spanish and German brought similar discouragement.
D'Arnot knew a few words of Norwegian, Russian, Greek, and also had a
smattering of the language of one of the West Coast negro tribes--the
man denied them all.
After examining D'Arnot's wounds the man left the shelter and
disappeared. In half an hour he was back with fruit and a hollow
gourd-like vegetable filled with water.
D'Arnot drank and ate a little. He was surprised that he had no fever.
Again he tried to converse with his strange nurse, but the attempt was
Suddenly the man hastened from the shelter only to return a few minutes
later with several pieces of bark and--wonder of wonders--a lead pencil.
Squatting beside D'Arnot he wrote for a minute on the smooth inner
surface of the bark; then he handed it to the Frenchman.
D'Arnot was astonished to see, in plain print-like characters, a
message in English:
I am Tarzan of the Apes. Who are you? Can you read this language?
D'Arnot seized the pencil--then he stopped. This strange man wrote
English--evidently he was an Englishman.
"Yes," said D'Arnot, "I read English. I speak it also. Now we may
talk. First let me thank you for all that you have done for me."
The man only shook his head and pointed to the pencil and the bark.
"MON DIEU!" cried D'Arnot. "If you are English why is it then that you
cannot speak English?"
And then in a flash it came to him--the man was a mute, possibly a deaf
So D'Arnot wrote a message on the bark, in English.
I am Paul d'Arnot, Lieutenant in the navy of France. I thank you for
what you have done for me. You have saved my life, and all that I have
is yours. May I ask how it is that one who writes English does not
Tarzan's reply filled D'Arnot with still greater wonder:
I speak only the language of my tribe--the great
And then from the far corner of the great chamber a hollow voice chanted: "There is no hope, there is no hope; the dead return not, the dead return not; nor is there any resurrection.Page 28
And so it launched its great bulk toward me, but its mighty voice had held no paralysing terrors for me, and it met cold steel instead of the tender flesh its cruel jaws gaped so widely to engulf.Page 37
"Now and again some hapless pilgrim, drifting out upon the silent sea from the cold Iss, escapes the plant men and the great white apes that guard the Temple of Issus and falls into the remorseless clutches of the therns; or, as was my misfortune, is coveted by the Holy Thern who chances to be upon watch in the balcony above the river where it issues from the bowels of the mountains through the cliffs of gold to empty into the Lost Sea of Korus.Page 45
It must now be nearly sundown again.Page 49
Almost immediately flashes of light broke from these strange objects.Page 54
The fighting smile that has brought consternation to a thousand foemen touched my lips.Page 69
"A little west of south," he replied.Page 71
The diameter of this enormous pit was fully a thousand feet.Page 87
I looked upon the radiant beauty of Issus nearly a year since.Page 100
Here you shall lie alone and in darkness with the carcass of your accomplice festering in its rottenness by your side, until crazed by loneliness and hunger you feed upon the crawling maggots that were once a man.Page 120
Yesterday we crossed these hills and came upon the dead city beyond.Page 123
It was at the end of an unlighted hall, and on the impulse of the moment I stepped within.Page 129
The torch had been stuck in a socket beside the door, so that its rays illuminated both the corridor and the cell at the same time.Page 151
She was Thuvia, the Princess of Ptarth.Page 156
"John Carter," he said, "by the edict of custom, by the law of our religion, and by the verdict of an impartial court, you are condemned to die.Page 157
" Zat Arrras clapped his hands as he ceased speaking.Page 163
He told me that he had lain unconscious for a time--how long he did not know.Page 184
CHAPTER XXII VICTORY AND DEFEAT "John Carter, John Carter," she sobbed, with her dear head upon my shoulder; "even now I can scarce believe the witness of my own eyes.Page 187
Then it was that we interpreted his command.Page 191
Xodar, and without waiting for my reply he dashed down into the tunnel at our feet.