saw no signs of natives nor were they molested by wild beasts.
Their journey was a miracle of ease.
Tarzan asked questions and learned rapidly. D'Arnot taught him many of
the refinements of civilization--even to the use of knife and fork; but
sometimes Tarzan would drop them in disgust and grasp his food in his
strong brown hands, tearing it with his molars like a wild beast.
Then D'Arnot would expostulate with him, saying:
"You must not eat like a brute, Tarzan, while I am trying to make a
gentleman of you. MON DIEU! Gentlemen do not thus--it is terrible."
Tarzan would grin sheepishly and pick up his knife and fork again, but
at heart he hated them.
On the journey he told D'Arnot about the great chest he had seen the
sailors bury; of how he had dug it up and carried it to the gathering
place of the apes and buried it there.
"It must be the treasure chest of Professor Porter," said D'Arnot. "It
is too bad, but of course you did not know."
Then Tarzan recalled the letter written by Jane to her friend--the one
he had stolen when they first came to his cabin, and now he knew what
was in the chest and what it meant to Jane.
"To-morrow we shall go back after it," he announced to D'Arnot.
"Go back?" exclaimed D'Arnot. "But, my dear fellow, we have now been
three weeks upon the march. It would require three more to return to
the treasure, and then, with that enormous weight which required, you
say, four sailors to carry, it would be months before we had again
reached this spot."
"It must be done, my friend," insisted Tarzan. "You may go on toward
civilization, and I will return for the treasure. I can go very much
"I have a better plan, Tarzan," exclaimed D'Arnot. "We shall go on
together to the nearest settlement, and there we will charter a boat
and sail back down the coast for the treasure and so transport it
easily. That will be safer and quicker and also not require us to be
separated. What do you think of that plan?"
"Very well," said Tarzan. "The treasure will be there whenever we go
for it; and while I could fetch it now, and catch up with you in a moon
or two, I shall feel safer for you to know that you are not alone on
the trail. When I see how helpless you are, D'Arnot, I often wonder
Some strange whim of the chief of this tribe saved Paulvitch from death only to plunge him into a life of misery and torture.Page 9
"John," she said, "something must be done to discourage Jack's tendency toward anything that may excite the cravings for the savage life which I fear he has inherited from you.Page 10
" But Lady Greystoke only shook her head as she had a hundred other times when the subject had claimed her attention in the past.Page 28
Lighting the lamp he moved the bed to one side and, inch by inch, he felt over the entire floor.Page 36
She dared not cry aloud, since that would have brought The Sheik upon her again.Page 55
Every now and then the rear guard and the white men cast apprehensive glances rearward as though momentarily expecting the materialization of some long expected danger from that quarter.Page 63
As the moon declined slowly toward the lofty, foliaged horizon of the amphitheater the booming of the drum decreased and lessened were the exertions of the dancers, until, at last, the final note was struck and the huge beasts turned to fall upon the feast they had dragged hither for the orgy.Page 74
At sight of it she shrank away.Page 90
In all the world there were but they two--Korak, The Killer, and Meriem, his mate.Page 97
The danger in the accomplishment of the former alternative lay in the practical certainty of alarming the warriors near by and bringing them and the balance of the village down upon him.Page 115
" "I am afraid, Bwana," said the girl.Page 116
Slowly they were approaching, voicing their weird, plaintive call, and behind them, as far as Korak's eyes could pierce the verdure, rose solid walls of their fellows treading close upon their heels.Page 140
She had never given it a thought; but she did know that it was very nice to be loved, whatever it meant.Page 150
They drove his spurred heels deep into his pony's flanks, they bore the rein against the brute's neck that wheeled him with an impetuous drive toward the plain and safety.Page 154
Morison Baynes had departed.Page 155
As Hanson and Baynes rode toward the former's camp the Englishman maintained a morose silence.Page 190
It was in French and I cannot read French.Page 222
At first it was only fascination for a type that was new to me--then it was respect for a brave man who had the moral courage to admit a sin and the physical courage to face death to right the wrong he had committed.Page 223
Lord Greystoke received the hawk-nosed, gray mustached soldier in his library, and after a dozen words the two men had formed a mutual esteem that was to endure through life.