these three long months shattered the bonds of timidity and conviction,
and I swept her up into my arms and covered her face and lips with
kisses. She did not struggle to free herself; but instead her dear
arms crept up about my neck and drew my own face even closer to hers.
"You love me, Lys?" I cried.
I felt her head nod an affirmative against my breast. "Tell me, Lys,"
I begged, "tell me in words how much you love me."
Low and sweet and tender came the answer: "I love you beyond all
My heart filled with rapture then, and it fills now as it has each of
the countless times I have recalled those dear words, as it shall fill
always until death has claimed me. I may never see her again; she may
not know how I love her--she may question, she may doubt; but always
true and steady, and warm with the fires of love my heart beats for the
girl who said that night: "I love you beyond all conception."
For a long time we sat there upon the little bench constructed for the
sentry that we had not as yet thought it necessary to post in more than
one of the four towers. We learned to know one another better in those
two brief hours than we had in all the months that had intervened since
we had been thrown together. She told me that she had loved me from
the first, and that she never had loved von Schoenvorts, their
engagement having been arranged by her aunt for social reasons.
That was the happiest evening of my life; nor ever do I expect to
experience its like; but at last, as is the way of happiness, it
terminated. We descended to the compound, and I walked with Lys to the
door of her quarters. There again she kissed me and bade me good
night, and then she went in and closed the door.
I went to my own room, and there I sat by the light of one of the crude
candles we had made from the tallow of the beasts we had killed, and
lived over the events of the evening. At last I turned in and fell
asleep, dreaming happy dreams and planning for the future, for even in
savage Caspak I was bound to make my girl safe and happy. It was
daylight when I awoke. Wilson, who was acting as cook, was up and
" Werper's only desire at the moment was to preserve his life.Page 8
His civilization was at best but an outward veneer which he gladly peeled off with his uncomfortable European clothes whenever any reasonable pretext presented itself.Page 26
He knew the futility of charging mounted men armed with muskets.Page 28
An instant later she was surrounded and disarmed.Page 29
No sound reached to the buried depths of his sepulcher.Page 32
The creatures he saw before him he recognized for what they were--men and women, and a huge lion.Page 33
Could this creature be the same dignified Englishman who had entertained him so graciously in his luxurious African home? Could this wild beast, with blazing eyes, and bloody countenance, be at the same time a man? Could the horrid, victory cry he had but just heard have been formed in human throat? Tarzan was eyeing the man and the woman, a puzzled expression in his eyes, but there was no faintest tinge of recognition.Page 35
I should soon die, shut up behind these stone walls.Page 37
Tarzan had no idea, in so far as Werper could discover, as to where he was or whence he came.Page 57
The first lion met Buto's charge and was tossed high over the back of the maddened brute, torn and dying, and then the six remaining lions were upon the rhinoceros, rending and tearing the while they were being gored or trampled.Page 88
Another circumstance which decided him to postpone pursuit of the Arabs was the painfulness of his wound.Page 90
Silently they made their way to the edge of the clearing which surrounded the palisade, and here they clambered into the lower branches of a large tree overlooking the village occupied by the enemy, the better to spy upon his goings and comings.Page 105
encircling ranks of his fellows.Page 108
Chuckling to himself, Achmet Zek withdrew a few paces farther into the jungle, for he was as positive that Werper was waiting nearby for a chance to pot him as though his eyes had penetrated the jungle trees to the figure of the hiding Belgian, fingering his rifle behind the bole of the buttressed giant.Page 110
A few days' rest would accomplish wonders for him, he knew, and he could ill afford to sacrifice his chances for a safe return by setting forth handicapped by weakness.Page 124
Frecoult was playing upon the Arab might cause her to betray herself through an insufficient display of terror and aversion.Page 129
he could find no words to reply to her.Page 136
The mighty head swung slowly around until the yellow eyes rested upon the man.Page 143
she saw relieved the strain of the long night vigil; but there was much that she did not see.Page 149
The apes trailed out behind the two white men for a matter of a few miles; but presently their interest lagged, the foremost of them halted in a little glade and the others stopped at his side.