he had there
arranged the details of his plan for the adventure upon which they were
now setting forth.
Even though the moon was full, the surface of the small river was quite
dark. The giant trees overhung its narrow banks, meeting in a great
arch above the centre of the river. Spanish moss dropped from the
gracefully bending limbs, and enormous creepers clambered in riotous
profusion from the ground to the loftiest branch, falling in curving
loops almost to the water's placid breast.
Now and then the river's surface would be suddenly broken ahead of them
by a huge crocodile, startled by the splashing of the oars, or,
snorting and blowing, a family of hippos would dive from a sandy bar to
the cool, safe depths of the bottom.
From the dense jungles upon either side came the weird night cries of
the carnivora--the maniacal voice of the hyena, the coughing grunt of
the panther, the deep and awful roar of the lion. And with them
strange, uncanny notes that the girl could not ascribe to any
particular night prowler--more terrible because of their mystery.
Huddled in the stern of the boat she sat with her baby strained close
to her bosom, and because of that little tender, helpless thing she was
happier tonight than she had been for many a sorrow-ridden day.
Even though she knew not to what fate she was going, or how soon that
fate might overtake her, still was she happy and thankful for the
moment, however brief, that she might press her baby tightly in her
arms. She could scarce wait for the coming of the day that she might
look again upon the bright face of her little, black-eyed Jack.
Again and again she tried to strain her eyes through the blackness of
the jungle night to have but a tiny peep at those beloved features, but
only the dim outline of the baby face rewarded her efforts. Then once
more she would cuddle the warm, little bundle close to her throbbing
It must have been close to three o'clock in the morning that Anderssen
brought the boat's nose to the shore before a clearing where could be
dimly seen in the waning moonlight a cluster of native huts encircled
by a thorn boma.
At the village gate they were admitted by a native woman, the wife of
the chief whom Anderssen had paid to assist him. She took them to the
chief's hut, but Anderssen said that they would sleep without upon the
ground, and so, her duty having been
"I was but recalling with admiration those stupendous skyscrapers, as they call them, of New York," and the fair countess settled herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed the magazine which "nothing at all" had caused her to let fall upon her lap.Page 4
"Pardon," said the man brusquely, attempting to pass to one side.Page 21
He was reveling in the joy of battle and the lust of blood.Page 29
to a little curtained alcove off the apartment in which the countess was wont to serve tea of an afternoon.Page 31
" "Ah, but there is that other reason.Page 39
Two years is too short a time in which to attempt to work the change in an individual that it has taken countless ages to accomplish in the white race.Page 58
"We shall separate here," he said, "several riding into each of these gorges," and then he commenced to detail his various squads and issue instructions to the non-commissioned officers who were to command them.Page 75
His wound was but a slight scratch, which had furrowed the flesh across his temple.Page 77
He wondered if it would be worth while to ask his guard for water, but after making two or three requests without receiving any response, he decided that it would not.Page 85
At the native inn he had learned through Kadour ben Saden a piece of interesting information.Page 89
And then the girl's mother gave him the clew, for when she addressed her daughter she called her.Page 97
One of them raised his hand and lowered it, as though counting off seconds--one--two--three! As one man.Page 98
Why? "He was not at breakfast as usual, nor have I seen him once since yesterday," explained the girl.Page 125
Busuli had not beheld the manner of his deliverance, but Waziri, the old chief, had seen, and several of the other warriors, and they hailed Tarzan with delight as they swarmed about him and his great kill.Page 132
With this parting salute to convince them that there was no safety for them anywhere within the country, Tarzan returned to the forest, collected his warriors, and withdrew a mile to the south to rest and eat.Page 143
As Spider 'ere said afore, we'll all bloody well be picked up, anyway, sez 'e, so wot's the use o' squabblin'? Let's eat, sez I.Page 174
"It is the Chamber of the Dead.Page 180
But they bore their burdens uncomplainingly, and at the end of thirty days entered their own country.Page 199
But Tarzan of the Apes was not there when they reached out to seize him.