tree, I stepped out in sight of the
advancing foe, shouting to them that I was no enemy, and that they
should halt and listen to me. But for answer they only yelled in
derision and launched a couple of spears at me, both of which missed.
I saw then that I must fight, yet still I hated to slay them, and it
was only as a final resort that I dropped two of them with my rifle,
bringing the others to a temporary halt. Again, I appealed to them to
desist. But they only mistook my solicitude for them for fear, and,
with shouts of rage and derision, leaped forward once again to
It was now quite evident that I must punish them severely,
or--myself--die and relinquish the girl once more to her captors.
Neither of these things had I the slightest notion of doing, and so I
again stepped from behind the tree, and, with all the care and
deliberation of target practice, I commenced picking off the foremost
of my assailants.
One by one the wild men dropped, yet on came the others, fierce and
vengeful, until, only a few remaining, these seemed to realize the
futility of combating my modern weapon with their primitive spears,
and, still howling wrathfully, withdrew toward the west.
Now, for the first time, I had an opportunity to turn my attention
toward the girl, who had stood, silent and motionless, behind me as I
pumped death into my enemies and hers from my automatic rifle.
She was of medium height, well formed, and with fine, clear-cut
features. Her forehead was high, and her eyes both intelligent and
beautiful. Exposure to the sun had browned a smooth and velvety skin
to a shade which seemed to enhance rather than mar an altogether lovely
picture of youthful femininity.
A trace of apprehension marked her expression--I cannot call it fear
since I have learned to know her--and astonishment was still apparent
in her eyes. She stood quite erect, her hands still bound behind her,
and met my gaze with level, proud return.
"What language do you speak?" I asked. "Do you understand mine?"
"Yes," she replied. "It is similar to my own. I am Grabritin. What
"I am a Pan-American," I answered. She shook her head. "What is that?"
I pointed toward the west. "Far away, across the ocean."
Her expression altered a trifle. A slight frown contracted her brow.
The expression of apprehension deepened.
"Take off your cap," she said, and when, to humor
Instantly the player arose and pointed a finger at the count.Page 17
"And then again, had I declared myself I should have robbed the woman I love of the wealth and position that her marriage to Clayton will now insure to her.Page 18
I did not realize how much until after the cruel spear and the poisoned arrow of Mbonga's black warrior had stolen her away from me.Page 39
It would have been better had you known it--this might not have happened.Page 42
For an instant we were the victims of a sudden madness--it was not love--and it would have left us, unharmed, as suddenly as it had come upon us even though De Coude had not returned.Page 54
With cries of "Kill the unbeliever!" and "Down with the dog of a Christian!" they made straight for Tarzan.Page 60
How different, thought Tarzan, from the gorgeous Africa of his boyhood! Abdul, always on the alert, looked backward quite as often as he did ahead.Page 62
Abdul and Tarzan fired only at the flashes--they could not yet see their foemen.Page 74
Many he intuitively sensed--ah, there was one that was familiar indeed; the distant coughing of Sheeta, the leopard; but there was a strange note in the final wail which made him doubt.Page 83
" He did not try to explain further, for it always seemed to him that a woman must look with loathing upon one who was yet so nearly a beast.Page 90
Hazel Strong! What memories the name inspired.Page 101
No, you must not censure yourself.Page 109
Always had he depended upon his own prowess and resourcefulness, nor had there ever been since the days of Kala any to answer an appeal for succor.Page 115
Tarzan followed close above his quarry, waiting for a clearer space in which to hurl his rope.Page 133
The ape-man crept across the clearing until he stood before the barred gates.Page 141
There is only one, and that is the white man who has led us for the past few days," and Busuli sprang to his feet, and with uplifted spear and half-bent, crouching body commenced to dance slowly about Tarzan, chanting in time to his steps: "Waziri, king of the Waziri; Waziri, killer of Arabs; Waziri, king of the Waziri.Page 147
" "I shall have nothing to do with any such diabolical plan," muttered Clayton; "even yet land may be sighted or a ship appear--in time.Page 151
The lure of adventure may have been quite as powerful a factor in urging Tarzan of the Apes to undertake the journey as the lure of gold, but the lure of gold was there, too, for he had learned among civilized men something of the miracles that may be wrought by the possessor of the magic yellow metal.Page 185
At last they passed through two great walls and came to the ruined city within.Page 197
At the well he heard again the monotonous voice of the high priestess, and, as he glanced aloft, the opening, twenty feet above, seemed so near that he was tempted to leap for it in a mad endeavor to reach the inner courtyard that lay so near.