understand her words, but they saw the cause of her
trouble, and soon a young woman had pulled her into a hut and with
several others was doing her poor best to quiet the child and allay its
The witch doctor came and built a little fire before the infant, upon
which he boiled some strange concoction in a small earthen pot, making
weird passes above it and mumbling strange, monotonous chants.
Presently he dipped a zebra's tail into the brew, and with further
mutterings and incantations sprinkled a few drops of the liquid over
the baby's face.
After he had gone the women sat about and moaned and wailed until Jane
thought that she should go mad; but, knowing that they were doing it
all out of the kindness of their hearts, she endured the frightful
waking nightmare of those awful hours in dumb and patient suffering.
It must have been well toward midnight that she became conscious of a
sudden commotion in the village. She heard the voices of the natives
raised in controversy, but she could not understand the words.
Presently she heard footsteps approaching the hut in which she squatted
before a bright fire with the baby on her lap. The little thing lay
very still now, its lids, half-raised, showed the pupils horribly
Jane Clayton looked into the little face with fear-haunted eyes. It
was not her baby--not her flesh and blood--but how close, how dear the
tiny, helpless thing had become to her. Her heart, bereft of its own,
had gone out to this poor, little, nameless waif, and lavished upon it
all the love that had been denied her during the long, bitter weeks of
her captivity aboard the Kincaid.
She saw that the end was near, and though she was terrified at
contemplation of her loss, still she hoped that it would come quickly
now and end the sufferings of the little victim.
The footsteps she had heard without the hut now halted before the door.
There was a whispered colloquy, and a moment later M'ganwazam, chief of
the tribe, entered. She had seen but little of him, as the women had
taken her in hand almost as soon as she had entered the village.
M'ganwazam, she now saw, was an evil-appearing savage with every mark
of brutal degeneracy writ large upon his bestial countenance. To Jane
Clayton he looked more gorilla than human. He tried to converse with
her, but without success, and finally he called to some one without.
In answer to his summons another Negro entered--a
The Countess de Coude beckoned to a passing steward.Page 41
"You have no story for publication, have you, my dear Nikolas.Page 56
"We are lost now," said the girl simply.Page 77
At the door Rokoff could not resist the temptation to turn and fling a parting taunt at Tarzan.Page 112
Sinewy fingers completed.Page 116
With a hideous scream of rage and pain the brute turned again upon the black.Page 121
He remembered it well.Page 124
Tarzan had witnessed the entire performance from the branches of a nearby tree, and now that he saw his friend's peril he raced toward the infuriated beast with loud cries, hoping to distract him.Page 130
Two hours after daylight a thin circle of black warriors surrounded the village.Page 137
With loud shouts and curses they aimed their guns full upon the bearers, threatening instant death to any who might lay down his load.Page 151
Almost immediately upon his return to the village Tarzan commenced making preparations for leading an expedition in search of the ruined city of gold which old Waziri had described to him.Page 168
The existence of the Englishman and his fiancee was one continual nightmare of horror, and yet they lived on in hope of ultimate rescue.Page 171
By stretching them upon the stems of trees, and diligently scraping them, he had managed to save them in a fair condition, and now that his clothes were threatening to cover his nakedness no longer, he commenced to fashion a rude garment of them, using a sharp thorn for a needle, and bits of tough grass and animal tendons in lieu of thread.Page 173
Turning his back upon the beast, he buried his head in his arms and waited.Page 174
"Never before has a human sacrifice escaped the altar.Page 192
No one spoke of the matter longer to Professor Porter, and he was so immersed in his scientific dreaming that he was not aware of the elapse of time.Page 198
The hand of La had paused at the first noise of interruption.Page 199
"She is mine," said Tarzan of the Apes.Page 203
She asked him many questions, and at last fearfully of the things that Monsieur Thuran had told her--of the woman in Paris.Page 204
Busuli was there, and others who had accompanied him to Opar.