cry of his savage tribe.
For a moment Tarzan stood irresolute, swayed by conflicting emotions of
loyalty to D'Arnot and a mighty lust for the freedom of his own jungle.
At last the vision of a beautiful face, and the memory of warm lips
crushed to his dissolved the fascinating picture he had been drawing of
his old life.
The ape-man threw the warm carcass of Numa across his shoulders and
took to the trees once more.
The men upon the veranda had sat for an hour, almost in silence.
They had tried ineffectually to converse on various subjects, and
always the thing uppermost in the mind of each had caused the
conversation to lapse.
"MON DIEU," said the wagerer at length, "I can endure it no longer. I
am going into the jungle with my express and bring back that mad man."
"I will go with you," said one.
"And I"--"And I"--"And I," chorused the others.
As though the suggestion had broken the spell of some horrid nightmare
they hastened to their various quarters, and presently were headed
toward the jungle--each one heavily armed.
"God! What was that?" suddenly cried one of the party, an Englishman,
as Tarzan's savage cry came faintly to their ears.
"I heard the same thing once before," said a Belgian, "when I was in
the gorilla country. My carriers said it was the cry of a great bull
ape who has made a kill."
D'Arnot remembered Clayton's description of the awful roar with which
Tarzan had announced his kills, and he half smiled in spite of the
horror which filled him to think that the uncanny sound could have
issued from a human throat--from the lips of his friend.
As the party stood finally near the edge of the jungle, debating as to
the best distribution of their forces, they were startled by a low
laugh near them, and turning, beheld advancing toward them a giant
figure bearing a dead lion upon its broad shoulders.
Even D'Arnot was thunderstruck, for it seemed impossible that the man
could have so quickly dispatched a lion with the pitiful weapons he had
taken, or that alone he could have borne the huge carcass through the
The men crowded about Tarzan with many questions, but his only answer
was a laughing depreciation of his feat.
To Tarzan it was as though one should eulogize a butcher for his
heroism in killing a cow, for Tarzan had killed so often for food and
for self-preservation that the act seemed anything but remarkable to
him. But he was indeed a hero in the eyes of
He saw the forest god or demon rise from the vanquished foe, and placing a foot upon the still quivering carcass, raise his face to the moon and bay out a hideous cry that froze the ebbing blood in the veins of the witch-doctor.Page 19
By striking numerous matches the Belgian at last found what he sought, and when, a moment later, the sickly rays relieved the Stygian darkness about him, he breathed a nervous sigh of relief, for the impenetrable gloom had accentuated the terrors of his situation.Page 20
Taking the candle from its place he commenced a systematic search of the apartment, nor had he gone far before he discovered another door in the opposite end of the room, a door which gave upon creaking hinges to the weight of his body.Page 32
Another thunderous roar broke from the savage throat, the woman screamed and swooned across the body of the man stretched prostrate upon the stone altar before her.Page 44
He sighed, threw both arms outward, and turned over on his back mumbling as though in the throes of a bad dream.Page 51
The jewels were in his possession.Page 53
They took definite shape and form, adjusting themselves nicely to the various incidents of his life with which they had been intimately connected.Page 55
The ape-man's mind was untroubled by regret for the past, or aspiration for the future.Page 58
Never before had La passed beyond the crumbling outer walls of Opar; but never before had need been so insistent.Page 71
"Cadj, the High Priest," he announced, "would sacrifice you both to the Flaming God; but all of us except Cadj would gladly return to Opar with our queen.Page 78
Rightly, he inferred that thus had Lady Greystoke found the means to scale the wall, nor did he lose even a moment in following her lead.Page 83
A few moments later Mugambi and Werper were marched away under guard, and the Belgian learned for the first time, that he too was a prisoner rather than a guest.Page 86
Achmet Zek was dragging Jane Clayton toward his tethered horse.Page 96
Their eyes, not yet.Page 98
He mingled with the blacks and the Arabs in an endeavor to learn the cause of the commotion, in his interest forgetting that he alone of the assemblage carried a spear, a bow and arrows, and thus might become an object of suspicious attention.Page 105
encircling ranks of his fellows.Page 115
Realizing that she could not again turn without attracting his immediate and perhaps fatal attention, Jane Clayton resolved to risk all in one last attempt to reach the tree and clamber to the lower branches.Page 116
For some time the lion paced, growling and moaning, beneath the tree in which Jane Clayton crouched, panting and trembling.Page 122
"Yes," he said, "Achmet Zek is dead.Page 137
bristled lip curved upward, exposing yellow fangs.