have harmed you had you not set upon me. Tell me, what was the face
of this bad white man like? I am searching for one who has wronged me.
Possibly this may be the very one."
"He was a man with a bad face, covered with a great, black beard, and
he was very, very wicked--yes, very wicked indeed."
"Was there a little white child with him?" asked Tarzan, his heart
almost stopped as he awaited the black's answer.
"No, bwana," replied Kaviri, "the white child was not with this man's
party--it was with the other party."
"Other party!" exclaimed Tarzan. "What other party?"
"With the party that the very bad white man was pursuing. There was a
white man, woman, and the child, with six Mosula porters. They passed
up the river three days ahead of the very bad white man. I think that
they were running away from him."
A white man, woman, and child! Tarzan was puzzled. The child must be
his little Jack; but who could the woman be--and the man? Was it
possible that one of Rokoff's confederates had conspired with some
woman--who had accompanied the Russian--to steal the baby from him?
If this was the case, they had doubtless purposed returning the child
to civilization and there either claiming a reward or holding the
little prisoner for ransom.
But now that Rokoff had succeeded in chasing them far inland, up the
savage river, there could be little doubt but that he would eventually
overhaul them, unless, as was still more probable, they should be
captured and killed by the very cannibals farther up the Ugambi, to
whom, Tarzan was now convinced, it had been Rokoff's intention to
deliver the baby.
As he talked to Kaviri the canoes had been moving steadily up-river
toward the chief's village. Kaviri's warriors plied the paddles in the
three canoes, casting sidelong, terrified glances at their hideous
passengers. Three of the apes of Akut had been killed in the
encounter, but there were, with Akut, eight of the frightful beasts
remaining, and there was Sheeta, the panther, and Tarzan and Mugambi.
Kaviri's warriors thought that they had never seen so terrible a crew
in all their lives. Momentarily they expected to be pounced upon and
torn asunder by some of their captors; and, in fact, it was all that
Tarzan and Mugambi and Akut could do to keep the snarling, ill-natured
brutes from snapping at the glistening, naked bodies that brushed
against them now and then with the movements of the
the small boats, having filled the ship's casks with fresh water, were pushed out toward the waiting Fuwalda.Page 16
The door he built of pieces of the packing-boxes which had held their belongings, nailing one piece upon another, the grain of contiguous layers running transversely, until he had a solid body some three inches thick and of such great strength that they were both moved to laughter as they gazed upon it.Page 20
and bamboo covered the windows, and, most arduous task of all, with his meager assortment of tools he had fashioned lumber to neatly seal the walls and ceiling and lay a smooth floor within the cabin.Page 44
Tarzan was one of the wild, leaping horde.Page 63
Mbonga could explain nothing of the strange events that had taken place.Page 64
At first he lost nearly every bolt he shot, but finally he learned to guide the little shafts with fair accuracy, and ere a month had passed he was no mean shot; but his proficiency had cost him nearly his entire supply of arrows.Page 80
The three of them had hurried toward the village as rapidly as their legs would carry them.Page 82
He crept closer through the trees until he was quite close above them.Page 96
But Sabor was not killed.Page 107
The two larger, they stated, had belonged to a male and female of one of the higher white races.Page 108
Poor woman," he murmured sadly.Page 126
Three miles were covered before Tarzan overtook them, and then Terkoz, seeing that further flight was futile, dropped to the ground in a small open glade, that he might turn and fight for his prize or be free to escape unhampered if he saw that the pursuer was more than a match for him.Page 164
"And he is out there," she said, in an awe-hushed whisper.Page 177
It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day.Page 179
D'Arnot had told him not to worry, since he had more than enough for both, but the ape-man was learning many things and one of them was that people looked down upon one who accepted money from another without giving something of equal value in exchange.Page 185
"Why, Mr.Page 186
It was agreed that on the morrow Canler was to drive to town and bring back the license and a minister.Page 190
" He was silent for a moment.Page 196
He was very handsome and every inch a gentleman.Page 197
make a terrible mistake, she had made a worse one.