script, so he put them back in the box with the photograph
and turned his attention to the book.
This was almost entirely filled with fine script, but while the little
bugs were all familiar to him, their arrangement and the combinations
in which they occurred were strange, and entirely incomprehensible.
Tarzan had long since learned the use of the dictionary, but much to
his sorrow and perplexity it proved of no avail to him in this
emergency. Not a word of all that was writ in the book could he find,
and so he put it back in the metal box, but with a determination to
work out the mysteries of it later on.
Little did he know that this book held between its covers the key to
his origin--the answer to the strange riddle of his strange life. It
was the diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke--kept in French, as had
always been his custom.
Tarzan replaced the box in the cupboard, but always thereafter he
carried the features of the strong, smiling face of his father in his
heart, and in his head a fixed determination to solve the mystery of
the strange words in the little black book.
At present he had more important business in hand, for his supply of
arrows was exhausted, and he must needs journey to the black men's
village and renew it.
Early the following morning he set out, and, traveling rapidly, he came
before midday to the clearing. Once more he took up his position in
the great tree, and, as before, he saw the women in the fields and the
village street, and the cauldron of bubbling poison directly beneath
For hours he lay awaiting his opportunity to drop down unseen and
gather up the arrows for which he had come; but nothing now occurred to
call the villagers away from their homes. The day wore on, and still
Tarzan of the Apes crouched above the unsuspecting woman at the
Presently the workers in the fields returned. The hunting warriors
emerged from the forest, and when all were within the palisade the
gates were closed and barred.
Many cooking pots were now in evidence about the village. Before each
hut a woman presided over a boiling stew, while little cakes of
plantain, and cassava puddings were to be seen on every hand.
Suddenly there came a hail from the edge of the clearing.
It was a party of belated hunters returning from the north, and among
them they half led, half carried a struggling animal.
As they approached the village
Thurid was hugging the shore, and as he passed out of sight round a near-by promontory I shoved one of the boats into the water and, calling Woola into it, pushed out from shore.Page 14
"It will open nothing other than the way to a quick death for us all.Page 16
There be good reasons why every thern upon Barsoom should yearn to spill the blood of the blasphemer, the sacrilegist; but let us mix wisdom with our righteous hate.Page 30
At the first note of that soothing sound the banths halted in their tracks, and every fierce head went high as the beasts sought the origin of the familiar call.Page 42
From where I hung a few feet above the road I could see along the highway a few hundred yards to where it turned toward the east, and just as I had about given up all hope of escaping the perilous position in which I now was I saw a red warrior come into view from around the bend.Page 47
In a moment I was in the very center of as fierce and bloody a battle as I had ever passed through.Page 50
Upon the back of each monster zitidar rode a Martian youth, and the whole scene carried me back to my first days upon Barsoom, now twenty-two years in the past, when I had first beheld the gorgeous spectacle of a caravan of the green.Page 52
Instantly I sprang to my feet, clutching in the direction I thought the presence lay.Page 54
"Silence, blasphemer! Kulan Tith need not permit the air of his audience chamber to be defiled by the heresies that issue from your polluted throat to judge you.Page 69
The way was boulder-strewn, as had been that south of the barrier, so that we could see but a short distance ahead of us at any time.Page 73
This good friend even accompanied us part way, and then, promising to aid us in any way that he found possible, bade us adieu.Page 74
Guard it with your life, John Carter, for some day it may mean more than life to you.Page 77
Here, at last, was an explanation of the long absence of Tardos Mors and Mors Kajak.Page 85
"See that this man be securely confined until we have time to go deeper into this affair," he commanded, "and as bars alone seem inadequate to restrain him, let chains be added.Page 86
I attacked Thurid, and when Salensus Oll had left with Dejah Thoris and the others, leaving Thuvia of Ptarth behind, he, too, had remained in the garden with his daughter, apparently unnoticed, for he was appareled similarly to the guards.Page 87
"Talk not like a fool," cried the enraged jeddak.Page 97
Presently his fingers ceased their play; his eyes popped wider than ever as they fastened upon the door through which Thurid had disappeared.Page 100
It leads to the watchtower upon the south wall.Page 111
Salensus Oll reached for the hand of his bride.Page 123
I was too late.