if one of us could change places
with that poor simp we'd do it."
"He is a square guy, isn't he?" said the girl. "You can almost tell it
by looking at him. How did you come to know him?"
"Oh, that's a long story," said the Lizard. "We room at the same place,
but I knew him before that."
"On Indiana near Eighteenth?" asked the girl.
"How the hell did you know?" he queried.
"I know a lot of things I ain't supposed to know," replied she.
"You're a wise guy, all right, Eva, and one thing I like about you is
that you don't let anything you know hurt you."
And then, after a pause: "I like him," she said. "What's his name?"
The Lizard eyed her for a moment.
"Don't you get to liking him too much," he said. "That bird's the class.
He ain't for any little--"
"Cut it!" exclaimed the girl. "I'm as good as you are and a damn
straighter. What I get I earn, and I don't steal it."
The Lizard grinned. "I guess you're right at that; but don't try to
pull him down any lower than he is. He is coming up again some day to
where he belongs."
"I ain't going to try to pull him down," said the girl. "And anyhow,
when were you made his godfather?"
Jimmy saw Eva almost daily for many weeks. He saw her at her
post-meridian breakfast--sober and subdued; he saw her later in the
evening, in various stages of exhilaration, but at those times she did
not come to his table and seldom if ever did he catch her eye.
They talked a great deal while she breakfasted, and he learned to like
the girl and to realize that she possessed two personalities. The one
which he liked dominated her at breakfast; the other which he loathed
guided her actions later in the evening. Neither of them ever referred
to those hours of her life, and as the days passed Jimmy found himself
looking forward to the hour when Little Eva would come to Feinheimer's
for her breakfast.
It was Christmas Eve. Elizabeth Compton and Harriet Holden were
completing the rounds of their friends' homes with Christmas
remembrances--a custom that they had continued since childhood. The
last parcel had been delivered upon the South Side, and they were now
being driven north on Michigan Boulevard toward home. Elizabeth directed
the chauffeur to turn over Van Buren to State, which at this season of
the year was almost alive with belated Christmas
Rokoff started to run, but Tarzan grasped him by the collar and dragged him back.Page 14
"Nothing, please," she replied.Page 20
It was a great brute of a fellow tiptoeing upon him from behind with a huge bludgeon in his hand, and then, as the man and his confederates saw that he was discovered, there was a concerted rush upon Tarzan from all sides.Page 52
Tarzan and Abdul found seats near the center of the room, though the terrific noise produced by the musicians upon their Arab drums and pipes would have rendered a seat farther from them more acceptable to the quiet-loving ape-man.Page 53
It would be better to leave quietly, master.Page 56
He crossed to the window which overlooked the street.Page 82
To him man was a clumsy, slow-moving, defenseless creature--he had little respect for him.Page 85
"Rokoff, you are a devil!" he was saying.Page 101
"Oh, but it is terrible, Miss Strong," he said.Page 123
It was Tarzan who first raised his hand in signal that the quarry was at hand--his sensitive nose had warned him that the elephants were not far ahead of them.Page 130
They had instructions to erect temporary shelter and construct a protecting BOMA of thorn bush; for the plan of campaign which Tarzan had chosen was one which might stretch out over many days, or even weeks, during which time the warriors would not return to the new camp.Page 132
"I have shown you the only way to fight these people.Page 137
Here he again found a suitable perch from which he could watch the preparations of the raiders.Page 140
Since old Waziri's death Tarzan had been directing the warriors in battle, and the temporary command had been tacitly conceded to him.Page 148
She felt sick and dizzy.Page 162
In the blood lust of his fury the creature had undergone a sudden reversion to type, which left him a wild beast, forgetful of the dagger that projected from his belt--thinking only of nature's weapons with which his brute prototype had battled.Page 181
Mixed with the man scent was the scent of Numa.Page 187
"And Magor," continued Tarzan, addressing another, "do you not recall your former king--he who slew the mighty Kerchak? Look at me! Am I not the same Tarzan--mighty hunter--invincible fighter--that you all knew for many seasons?" The apes all crowded forward now, but more in curiosity than threatening.Page 189
He had but just returned with his bride, and was narrating his adventures quickly before he should forget them.Page 207
"Paul!" he cried.