Tarzan smiled. "I have been struck thus before, Jane," he said, "and
always has the striker died."
"You still have hope?" she asked.
"I am still alive," he said as though that were sufficient answer. She
was a woman and she did not have the courage of this man who knew no
fear. In her heart of hearts she knew that he would die upon the altar
at high noon for he had told her, after he had been brought to the
inner court, of the sentence of death that Obergatz had pronounced upon
him, and she knew too that Tarzan knew that he would die, but that he
was too courageous to admit it even to himself.
As she looked upon him standing there so straight and wonderful and
brave among his savage captors her heart cried out against the cruelty
of the fate that had overtaken him. It seemed a gross and hideous wrong
that that wonderful creature, now so quick with exuberant life and
strength and purpose should be presently naught but a bleeding lump of
clay--and all so uselessly and wantonly. Gladly would she have offered
her life for his but she knew that it was a waste of words since their
captors would work upon them whatever it was their will to do--for him,
death; for her--she shuddered at the thought.
And now came Lu-don and the naked Obergatz, and the high priest led the
German to his place behind the altar, himself standing upon the other's
left. Lu-don whispered a word to Obergatz, at the same time nodding in
the direction of Ja-don. The Hun cast a scowling look upon the old
"And after the false god," he cried, "the false prophet," and he
pointed an accusing finger at Ja-don. Then his eyes wandered to the
form of Jane Clayton.
"And the woman, too?" asked Lu-don.
"The case of the woman I will attend to later," replied Obergatz. "I
will talk with her tonight after she has had a chance to meditate upon
the consequences of arousing the wrath of Jad-ben-Otho."
He cast his eyes upward at the sun. "The time approaches," he said to
Lu-don. "Prepare the sacrifice."
Lu-don nodded to the priests who were gathered about Tarzan. They
seized the ape-man and lifted him bodily to the altar where they laid
him upon his back with his head at the south end of the monolith, but a
few feet from where Jane Clayton stood. Impulsively and before they
could restrain her the woman rushed forward and bending quickly kissed
her mate upon the forehead. "Good-bye, John," she
There was no need for words--at least none that I could imagine, unless Perry desired to pray.Page 5
I once heard a.Page 6
I sat with my eyes glued to the thermometer and the distance meter.Page 8
" "Gad!" he cried.Page 12
It was evident that the massive beast pursuing us was not built for speed, so all that I considered necessary was to gain the trees sufficiently ahead of it to enable me to climb to the safety of some great branch before it came up.Page 16
And so I raced on toward the trees intending to pass beneath that which held the man-things and take refuge in another farther on; but the wolf-dogs were very close behind me--so close that I had despaired of escaping them, when one of the creatures in the tree above swung down headforemost, his tail looped about a great limb, and grasping me beneath my armpits swung me in safety up among his fellows.Page 23
They talked among themselves as they marched along on either side of us, but in a language which I perceived differed from that employed by our fellow prisoners.Page 25
"Tell me about him, and why you ran away to be chained by the neck and scourged across the face of a world.Page 29
The guards saw it too, and the ferocity of their rage was terrible to behold.Page 40
They jabbed us with their spears and struck at us with the hatchets at the least provocation, and at no provocation at all.Page 65
I imagine the slow-witted sithic, as Ja called him, suddenly.Page 67
You shall become a member of my tribe.Page 70
There are but few who escape them, though some do, and these would rather die than be recaptured.Page 77
"Do you mean to say that you expected any one to believe so impossible a lie?" It was hopeless, and so I walked in silence beside my guard down through the dark corridors and runways toward my awful doom.Page 82
I thought of a beautiful oval face, gazing out of limpid eyes, through a waving mass of jet-black hair.Page 86
Ahead we neither saw nor heard any sign which might betoken the success of Hooja's mission.Page 98
Maybe I can hold him until you have gotten entirely away," and then, without a backward glance, I advanced to meet the Ugly One.Page 104
I just strode across the cave and grasped her by the wrists, and when she struggled, I put my arm around her so as to pinion her hands to her sides.Page 109
It was decided that I should be the first of the dynasty of the emperors of Pellucidar.Page 116
Did the Arabs murder him, after all, just on the eve of his departure? Or, did he again turn the nose of his iron monster toward the inner world? Did he reach it, or lies he somewhere buried in the heart of the great crust? And if he did come again to Pellucidar was it to break through into the bottom of one of her great island seas, or among some savage race far, far from the land of his heart's desire? Does the answer lie somewhere upon the bosom of the broad Sahara, at the end of two tiny wires, hidden beneath a lost cairn? I wonder.