eyes fell to the little bundle in her lap. Jane had drawn one corner
of the blanket over the child's face, so that to one who did not know
the truth it seemed but to be sleeping.
"You have gone to a great deal of unnecessary trouble," said Rokoff,
"to bring the child to this village. If you had attended to your own
affairs I should have brought it here myself.
"You would have been spared the dangers and fatigue of the journey.
But I suppose I must thank you for relieving me of the inconvenience of
having to care for a young infant on the march.
"This is the village to which the child was destined from the first.
M'ganwazam will rear him carefully, making a good cannibal of him, and
if you ever chance to return to civilization it will doubtless afford
you much food for thought as you compare the luxuries and comforts of
your life with the details of the life your son is living in the
village of the Waganwazam.
"Again I thank you for bringing him here for me, and now I must ask you
to surrender him to me, that I may turn him over to his foster
parents." As he concluded Rokoff held out his hands for the child, a
nasty grin of vindictiveness upon his lips.
To his surprise Jane Clayton rose and, without a word of protest, laid
the little bundle in his arms.
"Here is the child," she said. "Thank God he is beyond your power to
Grasping the import of her words, Rokoff snatched the blanket from the
child's face to seek confirmation of his fears. Jane Clayton watched
his expression closely.
She had been puzzled for days for an answer to the question of Rokoff's
knowledge of the child's identity. If she had been in doubt before the
last shred of that doubt was wiped away as she witnessed the terrible
anger of the Russian as he looked upon the dead face of the baby and
realized that at the last moment his dearest wish for vengeance had
been thwarted by a higher power.
Almost throwing the body of the child back into Jane Clayton's arms,
Rokoff stamped up and down the hut, pounding the air with his clenched
fists and cursing terribly. At last he halted in front of the young
woman, bringing his face down close to hers.
"You are laughing at me," he shrieked. "You think that you have beaten
me--eh? I'll show you, as I have shown the miserable
Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs Contents CHAPTER 1 Tarzan's First Love 2 The Capture of Tarzan 3 The Fight for the Balu 4 The God of Tarzan 5 Tarzan and the Black Boy 6 The Witch-Doctor Seeks Vengeance 7 The End of Bukawai 8 The Lion 9 The Nightmare 10 The Battle for Teeka 11 A Jungle Joke 12 Tarzan Rescues the Moon 1 Tarzan's First Love TEEKA, STRETCHED AT luxurious ease in the shade of the tropical forest, presented, unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young, feminine loveliness.Page 12
And he saw Teeka feeding by herself.Page 32
One was edging closer and leaning far out in an effort to reach the dangling ape.Page 33
Surprised and enraged, the bull clutched madly for support as he toppled sidewise, and then with an agile movement succeeded in projecting himself toward another limb a few feet below.Page 37
He placed a foot upon the dead body of the panther, and lifting his blood-stained face to the blue of the equatorial heavens, gave voice to the horrid victory cry of the bull ape.Page 47
Tarzan, when he had turned his back upon his enemies, had noted what Mbonga never would have thought of considering in the hunting of man--the wind.Page 57
Tarzan walked in toward Horta, who swung now to face his enemy.Page 66
The latter summoned Momaya, threatening her with the direst punishment should she venture forth upon so unholy an excursion.Page 78
huts, he approached that from which rose the sounds of lamentation.Page 83
The putrid old man would kill him and eat him, for the goats would never be forthcoming.Page 84
Presently Tibo saw a faint lightness ahead of them, and a moment later they emerged into a roughly circular chamber to which a little daylight filtered through a rift in the rocky ceiling.Page 93
Strong and tough were the ropes of Tarzan, the little Tarmangani.Page 97
As a child he had enjoyed romping and playing with the young apes, his companions; but now these play-fellows of his had grown to surly, lowering bulls, or to touchy, suspicious mothers, jealously guarding helpless balus.Page 104
And in this temper it was that the lion came upon the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.Page 136
We cannot take shes and balus when we go out to hunt and fight.Page 142
They bit and clawed and scratched and struck, and all the while they kept up the.Page 148
Secondarily was the excuse for an orgy of celebration was the hunt successful, and the fact that such fetes were rendered doubly pleasurable by the presence of a live creature that might be put to death by torture.Page 153
When the searchers returned empty handed, Mbonga was wroth; but when he saw the great store of honey they brought with them his rage subsided.Page 159
The men of Mbonga, the chief, met Numa with ready spears and screams of raillery.Page 175
he had a clear and unobstructed view of the heavens.