"If you want ever to see them
again, come quickly and follow me. If we do not hurry the Cowrie will
be standing out to sea by the time we reach her anchorage."
"Who are you?" asked Tarzan. "What do you know of the theft of my wife
and the black woman?"
"I heard Kai Shang and Momulla the Maori plot with two men of your
camp. They had chased me from our camp, and would have killed me. Now
I will get even with them. Come!"
Gust led the four men of the Kincaid's camp at a rapid trot through the
jungle toward the north. Would they come to the sea in time? But a
few more minutes would answer the question.
And when at last the little party did break through the last of the
screening foliage, and the harbour and the ocean lay before them, they
realized that fate had been most cruelly unkind, for the Cowrie was
already under sail and moving slowly out of the mouth of the harbour
into the open sea.
What were they to do? Tarzan's broad chest rose and fell to the force
of his pent emotions. The last blow seemed to have fallen, and if ever
in all his life Tarzan of the Apes had had occasion to abandon hope it
was now that he saw the ship bearing his wife to some frightful fate
moving gracefully over the rippling water, so very near and yet so
hideously far away.
In silence he stood watching the vessel. He saw it turn toward the
east and finally disappear around a headland on its way he knew not
whither. Then he dropped upon his haunches and buried his face in his
It was after dark that the five men returned to the camp on the east
shore. The night was hot and sultry. No slightest breeze ruffled the
foliage of the trees or rippled the mirror-like surface of the ocean.
Only a gentle swell rolled softly in upon the beach.
Never had Tarzan seen the great Atlantic so ominously at peace. He was
standing at the edge of the beach gazing out to sea in the direction of
the mainland, his mind filled with sorrow and hopelessness, when from
the jungle close behind the camp came the uncanny wail of a panther.
There was a familiar note in the weird cry, and almost mechanically
Tarzan turned his head and answered. A moment later the tawny figure
of Sheeta slunk out into
The hot, humid atmosphere of Caspak condenses as it is fanned by the cold Antarctic air-currents which sweep across the crater's top, sending a tenuous ribbon of vapor far out across the Pacific.Page 10
Between me and my friends lay an inland sea fully sixty miles wide at this point and an estimated land-distance of some three hundred miles around the northern end of the sea, through such hideous dangers as I am perfectly free to admit had me pretty well buffaloed.Page 12
Evidently I was to be attacked in force by a pair of hunting beasts or men.Page 17
I had managed to progress a little in the acquisition of a knowledge of her tongue, so that I knew many of the animals and reptiles by their Caspakian names, and trees and ferns and grasses.Page 19
I shall never forget the expression upon Ajor's face as she saw me strike a match and light the kindling beneath our camp-fire.Page 21
For some time the creature stood there watching the entrance to our frail sanctuary while I racked my brains in futile endeavor to plan some method of defense or escape.Page 24
Believe me, the sight of the new day and the delicious odor of the cooking meat filled me with renewed happiness and hope that had been all but expunged by the experience of the previous night; and perhaps the slender figure of the bright-faced girl proved also a potent restorative.Page 25
They seemed a little higher in the scale than the Alus.Page 26
With a cry that sounded not unlike the bleat of a sheep, the colossal creature shuffled into the water and was soon submerged.Page 31
The members of the tribe showed great interest in me, especially in my clothing, the like of which, of course, they never had seen.Page 34
Presently it was so close that I could hear its breathing, and then it touched me and leaped quickly back as though it had come upon me unexpectedly.Page 38
there was the other chance that we might find our way to liberty.Page 39
I turned my eyes quickly upon Ajor, fearful for what the light might disclose; but she still breathed, though very faintly.Page 40
Upon the morning of the third day we set out to search for a path down to the valley.Page 46
"Is she mad that she follows me thus?" In another moment the young woman stopped, panting, before us.Page 63
The wording of the invitation and the manner of the messenger threw me entirely off my guard, so cordial was the one and respectful the other, and the result was that I went willingly, telling Ajor that I would return presently.Page 66
I do not know the man of whom you speak.Page 84
No horse ever learned more quickly the meaning of the rein and the pressure of the knees.Page 88
During these two weeks Chal-az came up.