to take mates from their own tribe, or if they captured one of another
tribe to bring her back to Kerchak's band and live in amity with him
rather than attempt to set up new establishments of their own, or fight
with the redoubtable Kerchak for supremacy at home.
Occasionally one more ferocious than his fellows would attempt this
latter alternative, but none had come yet who could wrest the palm of
victory from the fierce and brutal ape.
Tarzan held a peculiar position in the tribe. They seemed to consider
him one of them and yet in some way different. The older males either
ignored him entirely or else hated him so vindictively that but for his
wondrous agility and speed and the fierce protection of the huge Kala
he would have been dispatched at an early age.
Tublat was his most consistent enemy, but it was through Tublat that,
when he was about thirteen, the persecution of his enemies suddenly
ceased and he was left severely alone, except on the occasions when one
of them ran amuck in the throes of one of those strange, wild fits of
insane rage which attacks the males of many of the fiercer animals of
the jungle. Then none was safe.
On the day that Tarzan established his right to respect, the tribe was
gathered about a small natural amphitheater which the jungle had left
free from its entangling vines and creepers in a hollow among some low
The open space was almost circular in shape. Upon every hand rose the
mighty giants of the untouched forest, with the matted undergrowth
banked so closely between the huge trunks that the only opening into
the little, level arena was through the upper branches of the trees.
Here, safe from interruption, the tribe often gathered. In the center
of the amphitheater was one of those strange earthen drums which the
anthropoids build for the queer rites the sounds of which men have
heard in the fastnesses of the jungle, but which none has ever
Many travelers have seen the drums of the great apes, and some have
heard the sounds of their beating and the noise of the wild, weird
revelry of these first lords of the jungle, but Tarzan, Lord Greystoke,
is, doubtless, the only human being who ever joined in the fierce, mad,
intoxicating revel of the Dum-Dum.
From this primitive function has arisen, unquestionably, all the forms
and ceremonials of modern church and state, for through all the
countless ages, back beyond the uttermost ramparts of a dawning
humanity our fierce, hairy
There may be shooting necessary within the next day or so, and there's nothing.Page 56
He was sorry that he could not take a hand in it, but the wheel demanded all his attention now, so that he was even forced to take his eyes from the combatants that he might rivet them upon the narrow entrance to the cove toward which the Halfmoon was now plowing her way at constantly increasing speed.Page 79
And then there came a knocking on the door she had just quitted, and a woman's voice calling her lord and master to his morning meal.Page 81
"It's dead easy.Page 85
I may never be able to do that now; but if I die in the attempt, and you don't, I wish that you would tell her what I have just told you.Page 91
"Wait here!" he commanded and sprang back toward Theriere.Page 104
She was waiting there, her great eyes upon his filled with fear and questioning, like a prisoner before the bar awaiting the sentence of her judge.Page 108
Good-bye," and he picked his way down the bank into the river, while from behind a bush upon the mainland two wicked, black eyes watched his movements and those of the girl on the shore behind him while a long, sinewy, brown hand closed more tightly upon a heavy war spear, and steel muscles tensed for the savage spring and the swift throw.Page 125
At first it seemed that she would pass without taking notice of his signal, but at last he saw that she was changing her course and moving directly toward.Page 128
In accordance with the state regulations it was to be a ten round, no decision bout--the weight of the gloves was prescribed by law.Page 180
The Mexican slowly unfolded himself and arose, motioning the strangers to follow him into the interior of the hut.Page 185
Villista with gringos run Mexico--gringos and the church.Page 202
"Oh, put me down as L.Page 218
Grayson doesn't consider anything in the way of equestrianism riding unless the ridden is perpetually seeking the life of the rider," explained Barbara.Page 224
Here she found an American cowboy busily engaged in whittling a stick as he sat upon an upturned cracker box and shot accurate streams of tobacco juice at a couple of industrious tumble bugs that had had the great impudence to roll their little ball of provender within the whittler's range.Page 229
a low whisper, came a familiar voice: "There ain't no roses in my hair, but there's a barker in my shirt, an' another at me side.Page 236
Eddie gulped.Page 244
Cautiously they descended as they had come and made their way back to those other men who had remained with the horses.Page 252
Back at the ranch the Mexican vaqueros lounged about, grumbling.Page 263
" As they emerged from the hut they saw warriors running from every doorway.