"Just Bulan," he said. "There is no need for Miss or Mister in the
savage jungle, Virginia."
The girl flushed at the sudden and unexpected use of her given name,
and was surprised that she was not offended.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
Bulan saw that he would get into deep water if he attempted to explain
too much, and, as is ever the way, discovered that one deception had
led him into another; so he determined to forestall future embarrassing
queries by concocting a story immediately to explain his presence and
"I lived upon the island near your father's camp," he said. "I knew
you all--by sight."
"How long have you lived there?" asked the girl. "We thought the
"All my life," replied Bulan truthfully.
"It is strange," she mused. "I cannot understand it. But the
monsters--how is it that they followed you and obeyed your commands?"
Bulan touched the bull whip that hung at his side.
"Von Horn taught them to obey this," he said.
"He used that upon them?" cried the girl in horror.
"It was the only way," said Bulan. "They were almost brainless--they
could understand nothing else, for they could not reason."
"Where are they now--the balance of them?" she asked.
"They are dead, poor things," he replied, sadly. "Poor, hideous,
unloved, unloving monsters--they gave up their lives for the daughter
of the man who made them the awful, repulsive creatures that they were."
"What do you mean?" cried the girl.
"I mean that all have been killed searching for you, and battling with
your enemies. They were soulless creatures, but they loved the mean
lives they gave up so bravely for you whose father was the author of
their misery--you owe a great deal to them, Virginia."
"Poor things," murmured the girl, "but yet they are better off, for
without brains or souls there could be no happiness in life for them.
My father did them a hideous wrong, but it was an unintentional wrong.
His mind was crazed with dwelling upon the wonderful discovery he had
made, and if he wronged them he contemplated a still more terrible
wrong to be inflicted upon me, his daughter."
"I do not understand," said Bulan.
"It was his intention to give me in marriage to one of his soulless
monsters--to the one he called Number Thirteen. Oh, it is terrible
even to think of the hideousness of it; but now they are all dead he
cannot do it even though his poor mind, which seems well again, should
She screamed at the bulls to hasten to Tarzan's assistance; but the bulls were otherwise engaged--principally in giving advice and making faces.Page 8
Presently he began to inventory his assets, mentally, and shortly he found himself comparing them with those of his rival.Page 16
Little monkeys, chattering and scolding, swung through the swaying limbs above the black warriors.Page 21
He had met the stupid beast before and held him in fine contempt.Page 39
Finally he began to wonder if God were not of a different form than he, and at last he determined to set out in search of Him.Page 42
Tarzan was sure that.Page 55
Here he would squat for a moment or two, quite proud of his achievement, then clamber to the ground again and repeat.Page 70
With a stifled scream, Momaya turned and fled into the jungle.Page 79
He could see by the overlapping of the footprints that the beasts had.Page 80
Instantly all was explained--the wailing and lamentation, the pleading of the black mother, the sympathetic howling of the shes about the fire.Page 92
"He is not dead at the bottom of the river," cried Bukawai.Page 93
He slept as well that night as he did on any other night, and though there was no roof above him, and no doors to lock against intruders, he slept much better than his noble relative in England, who had eaten altogether too much lobster and drank too much wine at dinner that night.Page 97
He knew no fear, but in the face of Nature's manifestations of her cruel, immeasurable powers, he felt very small--very small and very lonely.Page 98
A gaunt corpse toppled and fell a few yards away; but Tarzan was protected from all these dangers by the wide-spreading branches of the sturdy young giant beneath which his jungle craft had guided him.Page 105
If the bulls heard, they were too slow in responding, for Numa had seized the mother ape and dragged her into the jungle before the males had sufficiently collected their wits and their courage to rally in defense of their fellow.Page 132
He did not need them, for there was no meat left upon them, and they were not in his way, for he knew no necessity for a bed, and the skeleton upon the floor he easily could step over.Page 152
In such matters he was fastidious.Page 156
Here he withdrew a closely rolled hide--the hide of Numa with the head on; a clever bit of primitive curing and mounting, which had once been the property of the witch-doctor, Rabba Kega, until Tarzan had stolen it from the village.Page 162
Thus functioned the untrained man-mind groping through the dark night of ignorance for an explanation of the things he could not touch or smell or hear and of the great, unknown powers of nature which he could not see.Page 168
He scratched beneath the great ears with the point of a sharp stick, and he talked to the huge pachyderm of everything which filled his black-thatched head.