heart. To his joy he heard its steady beating beneath.
Carefully he lifted Tarzan to the cot, and then, after closing and
bolting the door, he lighted one of the lamps and examined the wound.
The bullet had struck a glancing blow upon the skull. There was an
ugly flesh wound, but no signs of a fracture of the skull.
D'Arnot breathed a sigh of relief, and went about bathing the blood
from Tarzan's face.
Soon the cool water revived him, and presently he opened his eyes to
look in questioning surprise at D'Arnot.
The latter had bound the wound with pieces of cloth, and as he saw that
Tarzan had regained consciousness he arose and going to the table wrote
a message, which he handed to the ape-man, explaining the terrible
mistake he had made and how thankful he was that the wound was not more
Tarzan, after reading the message, sat on the edge of the couch and
"It is nothing," he said in French, and then, his vocabulary failing
him, he wrote:
You should have seen what Bolgani did to me, and Kerchak, and Terkoz,
before I killed them--then you would laugh at such a little scratch.
D'Arnot handed Tarzan the two messages that had been left for him.
Tarzan read the first one through with a look of sorrow on his face.
The second one he turned over and over, searching for an opening--he
had never seen a sealed envelope before. At length he handed it to
The Frenchman had been watching him, and knew that Tarzan was puzzled
over the envelope. How strange it seemed that to a full-grown white
man an envelope was a mystery. D'Arnot opened it and handed the letter
back to Tarzan.
Sitting on a camp stool the ape-man spread the written sheet before him
TO TARZAN OF THE APES:
Before I leave let me add my thanks to those of Mr. Clayton for the
kindness you have shown in permitting us the use of your cabin.
That you never came to make friends with us has been a great regret to
us. We should have liked so much to have seen and thanked our host.
There is another I should like to thank also, but he did not come back,
though I cannot believe that he is dead.
I do not know his name. He is the great white giant who wore the
diamond locket upon his breast.
If you know him and can speak his language carry my thanks to him, and
tell him that I waited
While it grieved her immeasurably she was both too proud and too hurt to sue for a reestablishment of the old relations.Page 8
Tearing the cover from it she swung the muzzle toward the pirate prahu, which by now was nearly within range above the vessel's side--a moment more and she would be too close to use the weapon upon the pirates.Page 9
which confronted them.Page 17
Von Horn's interest in the marvellous results that had been obtained was little short of the professor's--but he foresaw a very different outcome of it all, and by day never moved without a gun at either hip, and by night both of them were beside him.Page 18
"They are but the accidents of my great work.Page 31
"You must indeed have forgotten yourself to thus attack a stranger upon our island until you know whether he be friend or foe.Page 32
Now in Number Thirteen's brief career he had known no other authority than Professor Maxon's, and so it was that when his master laid a hand upon his wrist he remained beside him while another walked away with the lovely creature he had thought his very own.Page 58
Away! Before I go mad and slay you.Page 74
With a low command to his fellows he urged them to redoubled speed.Page 81
If he guessed that you knew the whereabouts of the girl he would torture the truth from you and then kill you.Page 82
Virginia Maxon's strong hope of succor had been gradually waning as no sign of the rescue party appeared as the day wore on.Page 84
The moment that Virginia Maxon felt the waters close above her head she struck out beneath the surface for the shore upon the opposite side to that toward which she had dived into the river.Page 88
I want the girl--if she is unharmed--and I will divide the treasure with you if you will help me to obtain them; otherwise you shall have no part of either.Page 92
That night they slept in the long-house near the bank of the greater stream, while its rightful occupants made the best of it in the jungle behind.Page 101
The girl blushed in mortification at the very thought that she could cling so resolutely to the memory of a total stranger, and--still greater humiliation--long in the secret depths of her soul to see him again.Page 105
Then they commenced to dig in the soft earth with their spears and parangs until they had excavated a shallow pit.Page 123
The analogy did not occur to her, but something else did as she saw the flushed face and fever wracked body of the man whose appeal to her she would have thought purely physical had she given the subject any analytic consideration; and as a realization of his utter helplessness came to her she bent over him and kissed first his forehead and then his lips.Page 126
" Von Horn took a menacing step toward the Chinaman, his face black with wrath, but Professor Maxon interposed.Page 127
"You are lying, you yellow devil," cried von Horn.Page 130
"And now," said the professor, "let us return to the long-house.