legible to every sailor of
all the fleets engaged in that fierce struggle was strung aloft upon
"Men of Helium for the Prince of Helium against all his enemies," it
read. Presently my colours broke from one of Zat Arrras' ships. Then
from another and another. On some we could see fierce battles waging
between the Zodangan soldiery and the Heliumetic crews, but eventually
the colours of the Prince of Helium floated above every ship that had
followed Zat Arrras upon our trail--only his flagship flew them not.
Zat Arrras had brought five thousand ships. The sky was black with the
three enormous fleets. It was Helium against the field now, and the
fight had settled to countless individual duels. There could be little
or no manoeuvering of fleets in that crowded, fire-split sky.
Zat Arrras' flagship was close to my own. I could see the thin features
of the man from where I stood. His Zodangan crew was pouring broadside
after broadside into us and we were returning their fire with equal
ferocity. Closer and closer came the two vessels until but a few yards
intervened. Grapplers and boarders lined the contiguous rails of each.
We were preparing for the death struggle with our hated enemy.
There was but a yard between the two mighty ships as the first
grappling irons were hurled. I rushed to the deck to be with my men as
they boarded. Just as the vessels came together with a slight shock, I
forced my way through the lines and was the first to spring to the deck
of Zat Arrras' ship. After me poured a yelling, cheering, cursing
throng of Helium's best fighting-men. Nothing could withstand them in
the fever of battle lust which enthralled them.
Down went the Zodangans before that surging tide of war, and as my men
cleared the lower decks I sprang to the forward deck where stood Zat
"You are my prisoner, Zat Arrras," I cried. "Yield and you shall have
For a moment I could not tell whether he contemplated acceding to my
demand or facing me with drawn sword. For an instant he stood
hesitating, and then throwing down his arms he turned and rushed to the
opposite side of the deck. Before I could overtake him he had sprung
to the rail and hurled himself headforemost into the awful depths below.
And thus came Zat Arrras, Jed of Zodanga, to his end.
On and on went that strange battle. The therns
Nor, in this instance, had he erred.Page 7
I trust you may never regret championing him.Page 22
However, they were policemen, not judges, so they decided to place all the inmates of the room under arrest, and let another, whose business it was, separate the innocent from the guilty.Page 50
He met Gernois, whom he found to be a taciturn, dyspeptic-looking man of about forty, having little or no social intercourse with his fellows.Page 60
At the next village I shall remain and question these gentlemen, while you ride on.Page 64
During these two days Tarzan had spent practically all his time with Kadour ben Saden and his daughter.Page 65
Here is the letter: MY DEAR JEAN: Since last I wrote you I have been across to London on a matter of business.Page 69
So his suspicions were aroused, and he decided to keep a sharp eye on the little party that trailed behind the column at a distance of about a quarter of a mile.Page 73
Numa had not moved.Page 77
Rokoff had partially read it, but Tarzan knew that no one could remember the salient facts and figures it held which made it of real value to an enemy of France.Page 110
Then Tarzan selected several pieces of wreckage that might answer him as paddles, and presently was making good headway toward the far-off shore.Page 125
When he leaped upon the mighty carcass, and gave voice to the weird challenge with which he announced a great victory, the blacks shrank back in fear, for to them it marked the brutal Bolgani, whom they feared fully as much as they feared Numa, the lion; but with a fear with which was mixed a certain uncanny awe of the manlike thing to which they attributed supernatural powers.Page 129
The shaft was drawn back its full length at the height of the keen gray eye that sighted along its polished surface.Page 136
Then he saw something which caused him anxiety--a number of the Manyuema were lighting torches in the remnant of the camp-fire.Page 150
was shortly to be enacted.Page 200
Had it not been for the faint beating of the heart pressed so close against his own, he would not have known that she was alive, so white and drawn was the poor, tired face.Page 203
"But Clayton?" he asked.Page 205
"Don't worry about Thuran," said Tarzan of the Apes, laying a reassuring hand on Clayton's forehead.Page 206
For a moment they remained kneeling there, the girl's lips moving in silent prayer, and as they rose and stood on either side of the now peaceful form, tears came to the ape-man's eyes, for through the anguish that his own heart had suffered he had learned compassion for the suffering of others.