reached the level of the deck: "It's the raider, the German raider
I saw that we had reached the end of our rope. Below all was
quiet--not a man remained. A door opened at the end of the narrow
hull, and presently Nobs came trotting up to me. He licked my face and
rolled over on his back, reaching for me with his big, awkward paws.
Then other footsteps sounded, approaching me. I knew whose they were,
and I looked straight down at the flooring. The girl was coming almost
at a run--she was at my side immediately. "Here!" she cried. "Quick!"
And she slipped something into my hand. It was a key--the key to my
irons. At my side she also laid a pistol, and then she went on into
the centrale. As she passed me, I saw that she carried another pistol
for herself. It did not take me long to liberate myself, and then I
was at her side. "How can I thank you?" I started; but she shut me up
with a word.
"Do not thank me," she said coldly. "I do not care to hear your thanks
or any other expression from you. Do not stand there looking at me. I
have given you a chance to do something--now do it!" The last was a
peremptory command that made me jump.
Glancing up, I saw that the tower was empty, and I lost no time in
clambering up, looking about me. About a hundred yards off lay a
small, swift cruiser-raider, and above her floated the German
man-of-war's flag. A boat had just been lowered, and I could see it
moving toward us filled with officers and men. The cruiser lay dead
ahead. "My," I thought, "what a wonderful targ--" I stopped even
thinking, so surprised and shocked was I by the boldness of my imagery.
The girl was just below me. I looked down on her wistfully. Could I
trust her? Why had she released me at this moment? I must! I must!
There was no other way. I dropped back below. "Ask Olson to step down
here, please," I requested; "and don't let anyone see you ask him."
She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face for the barest
fraction of a second, and then she turned and went up the ladder. A
moment later Olson returned, and the girl followed him. "Quick!" I
whispered to the big Irishman,
They tried to persuade him to take them to some more hospitable coast near enough to civilization so that they might hope to fall into friendly hands.Page 20
At other times Clayton wrote in his diary, which he had always been accustomed to keep in French, and in which he recorded the details of their strange life.Page 25
There was a deafening roar in the little room and the apes at and beyond the door fell over one another in their wild anxiety to escape.Page 28
He could spring twenty feet across space at the dizzy heights of the forest top, and grasp with unerring precision, and without apparent jar, a limb waving wildly in the path of an approaching tornado.Page 56
Then Kulonga sprang into a near-by tree.Page 58
The black warrior was furious and frightened, but more frightened than furious.Page 77
But when, finally, he realized that his antagonist was fastened to him where his teeth and fists alike were useless against him, Terkoz hurled himself about upon the ground so violently that Tarzan could but cling desperately to the leaping, turning, twisting body, and ere he had struck a blow the knife was hurled from his hand by a heavy impact against the earth, and Tarzan found himself defenseless.Page 88
"What horrible place are we in?" murmured the awe-struck girl.Page 95
When all were dead except himself, however, the awful loneliness so weighed upon the mind of the sole survivor that he could endure it no longer, and choosing to risk death upon the open sea rather than madness on the lonely isle, he set sail in his little boat after nearly a year of solitude.Page 119
In his tree he had constructed a rude shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath which, protected from the rain, he had placed the few treasures brought from the cabin.Page 130
As they steamed nearer to the derelict they were surprised to note that it was the same vessel that had run from them a few weeks earlier.Page 137
She noticed that he was watching her and thinking that he wished his ornament again she held it out to him.Page 140
The girl came close to him, looking up with pleading eyes.Page 159
I feel it.Page 168
Turning to a map of the world, he said: "I have never quite understood all this; explain it to me, please.Page 172
" "The book speaks of but one child," he replied.Page 179
It had become evident to Tarzan that without money one must die.Page 180
"Ordinarily but a few moments, if the.Page 182
There are resemblances, yet--well, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc to solve.