black woman, she was evidently connected in
some way to the girl, and so he liked her, also.
For the sailors, and especially Snipes, he had developed a great
hatred. He knew by their threatening gestures and by the expression
upon their evil faces that they were enemies of the others of the
party, and so he decided to watch closely.
Tarzan wondered why the men had gone into the jungle, nor did it ever
occur to him that one could become lost in that maze of undergrowth
which to him was as simple as is the main street of your own home town
When he saw the sailors row away toward the ship, and knew that the
girl and her companion were safe in his cabin, Tarzan decided to follow
the young man into the jungle and learn what his errand might be. He
swung off rapidly in the direction taken by Clayton, and in a short
time heard faintly in the distance the now only occasional calls of the
Englishman to his friends.
Presently Tarzan came up with the white man, who, almost fagged, was
leaning against a tree wiping the perspiration from his forehead. The
ape-man, hiding safe behind a screen of foliage, sat watching this new
specimen of his own race intently.
At intervals Clayton called aloud and finally it came to Tarzan that he
was searching for the old man.
Tarzan was on the point of going off to look for them himself, when he
caught the yellow glint of a sleek hide moving cautiously through the
jungle toward Clayton.
It was Sheeta, the leopard. Now, Tarzan heard the soft bending of
grasses and wondered why the young white man was not warned. Could it
be he had failed to note the loud warning? Never before had Tarzan
known Sheeta to be so clumsy.
No, the white man did not hear. Sheeta was crouching for the spring,
and then, shrill and horrible, there rose from the stillness of the
jungle the awful cry of the challenging ape, and Sheeta turned,
crashing into the underbrush.
Clayton came to his feet with a start. His blood ran cold. Never in
all his life had so fearful a sound smote upon his ears. He was no
coward; but if ever man felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart,
William Cecil Clayton, eldest son of Lord Greystoke of England, did
that day in the fastness of the African jungle.
The noise of some great body crashing through the underbrush so close
beside him, and
His hideous face went white with terror--the ape was free.Page 34
They seized ivory and retreated into the trackless wastes of the north before the guardians of the territory they raped could be made aware of their presence.Page 35
Everyone else with whom Meriem came in contact was, almost without exception, either indifferent to her or cruel.Page 51
It cheered him immensely to dwell upon these happy meetings.Page 64
Korak is the son of Tarzan who was king of the apes.Page 78
The little monkeys knew them well, often coming close to chatter and frolic about them.Page 83
At sight of him they fell to screaming and pointing downward ahead of them, and a moment later Korak came within sight of the cause of their rage.Page 87
It was the tribe of the dead king ape.Page 95
For years he had been upon good terms with Tantor and his people.Page 101
But toward Meriem he always had shown more of his human side.Page 122
Then, raising his face toward the sky, he gave voice to a single cry.Page 128
" "Neither can I," agreed My Dear.Page 131
It had been both a pleasure and a sport of Korak's to rob Numa of his prey whenever possible, and Meriem too had often joyed in the thrill of snatching some dainty morsel almost from the very jaws of the king of beasts.Page 144
To his host he explained that he was moving his safari slowly toward the north--he said nothing of the party moving westward.Page 146
"He's probably down visiting with the foreman," said Meriem.Page 148
Their way led in the direction of his camp, so he had a ready and plausible excuse should they discover him; but they had not seen him for they had not turned their eyes behind.Page 167
His eyes were narrowed to two slits of heat and passion and desire.Page 196
They disarmed him and ordered him to climb to the rump of one of the horses, and then the two who had been detailed to guard him turned and rode back toward the South, while the others continued their pursuit of Abdul Kamak.Page 203
The itching rapidly extended to other parts of his body--it was torture, and his hands were bound securely at his back! He tugged and pulled at his bonds until he was exhausted; but not entirely without hope, for he was sure that he was working enough slack out of the knot to eventually permit of his withdrawing one of his hands.Page 215
Again he voiced his hideous call, and sped forward in the new direction.