prompted to 'keep a still tongue in my 'ead.' Whatever they do now they
will spare us in recognition of my stand for this fellow Black Michael,
but should they find that I had betrayed them there would be no mercy
shown us, Alice."
"You have but one duty, John, and that lies in the interest of vested
authority. If you do not warn the captain you are as much a party to
whatever follows as though you had helped to plot and carry it out with
your own head and hands."
"You do not understand, dear," replied Clayton. "It is of you I am
thinking--there lies my first duty. The captain has brought this
condition upon himself, so why then should I risk subjecting my wife to
unthinkable horrors in a probably futile attempt to save him from his
own brutal folly? You have no conception, dear, of what would follow
were this pack of cutthroats to gain control of the Fuwalda."
"Duty is duty, John, and no amount of sophistries may change it. I
would be a poor wife for an English lord were I to be responsible for
his shirking a plain duty. I realize the danger which must follow, but
I can face it with you."
"Have it as you will then, Alice," he answered, smiling. "Maybe we are
borrowing trouble. While I do not like the looks of things on board
this ship, they may not be so bad after all, for it is possible that
the 'Ancient Mariner' was but voicing the desires of his wicked old
heart rather than speaking of real facts.
"Mutiny on the high sea may have been common a hundred years ago, but
in this good year 1888 it is the least likely of happenings.
"But there goes the captain to his cabin now. If I am going to warn
him I might as well get the beastly job over for I have little stomach
to talk with the brute at all."
So saying he strolled carelessly in the direction of the companionway
through which the captain had passed, and a moment later was knocking
at his door.
"Come in," growled the deep tones of that surly officer.
And when Clayton had entered, and closed the door behind him:
"I have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard to-day,
because I feel that, while there may be nothing to it, it is as well
that you be forearmed. In short, the men contemplate mutiny and
"It's a lie!" roared the captain.
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar By Edgar Rice Burroughs Contents CHAPTER 1 Belgian and Arab 2 On the Road to Opar 3 The Call of the Jungle 4 Prophecy and Fulfillment 5 The Altar of the Flaming God 6 The Arab Raid 7 The Jewel-Room of Opar 8 The Escape from Opar 9 The Theft of the Jewels 10 Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels 11 Tarzan Becomes a Beast Again 12 La Seeks Vengeance 13 Condemned to Torture and Death 14 A Priestess But Yet a Woman 15 The Flight of Werper 16 Tarzan Again Leads the Mangani 17 The Deadly Peril of Jane Clayton 18 The Fight For the Treasure 19 Jane Clayton and The Beasts of the Jungle 20 Jane Clayton Again a Prisoner 21 The Flight to the Jungle 22 Tarzan Recovers His Reason 23 A Night of Terror 24 Home 1 Belgian and Arab Lieutenant Albert Werper had only the prestige of the name he had dishonored to thank for his narrow escape from being cashiered.Page 1
" The captain, an expression of surprise upon his features, turned toward his junior.Page 2
And thus it was that Achmet Zek, the Arab, found him.Page 6
was supposedly familiar.Page 17
Fifty-two more ingots passed out of the vaults, making the total of one hundred which Tarzan intended taking away with him.Page 18
With a shake of his head, Tarzan stepped to the flickering candle, extinguished its feeble rays and turned toward the exit.Page 20
Below him, at a great distance, he saw the light reflected back from the surface of a pool of water.Page 35
is no place anyway for a Mangani.Page 37
his nerve, and becomes suddenly interested in a blowing leaf, a beetle, or the lice upon his hairy stomach.Page 42
It was enough that the golden treasure buried upon the site of the burned bungalow was infinitely more valuable than any ransom that would have occurred.Page 43
The Belgian saw that he was being watched, and lay very still.Page 46
By day he had stumbled fearfully on, often taking refuge among the branches when sight or sound of some great cat warned him from danger.Page 48
His thumbs, tucked in his belt in lazy support of the weight of his arms, touched the belt which held the jewel pouch about his waist.Page 59
His should be a slow and frightful death.Page 74
He knew that he could not successfully cope with great numbers in open battle.Page 80
As the frightened beast had pressed in upon him, Werper had not been slow to note the quickly emptied saddle and the opportunity it presented.Page 84
As Werper, who, with Mugambi, had been given permission to enter the water, removed his clothing, the black noted the care with which he unfastened something which circled his waist, and which he took off with his shirt, keeping the latter always around and concealing the object of his suspicious solicitude.Page 106
Behind him he could hear the voice of Achmet Zek crying to him to halt; but Werper only dug the spurs deeper into the bleeding sides of his panting mount.Page 118
Our only hope lies in traveling northward as rapidly as we may, of coming to the camp of the raiders before the knowledge of Achmet Zek's death reaches those who were left there, and of obtaining, through some ruse, an escort toward the north.Page 130
" "I shall not explain it," replied Werper.