general--ideas more or less influenced and modified by the chance and
caprice of fortune.
At the moment that Billy, Bridge, and Miguel were dragged into his
presence his torso was enwrapped in a once resplendent coat covered with
yards of gold braid. Upon his shoulders were brass epaulets such as are
connected only in one's mind with the ancient chorus ladies of the light
operas of fifteen or twenty years ago. Upon his legs were some rusty and
ragged overalls. His feet were bare.
He scowled ferociously at the prisoners while his lieutenant narrated
the thrilling facts of their capture--thrilling by embellishment.
"You are Americanos?" he asked of Bridge and Billy.
Both agreed that they were. Then Pesita turned toward Miguel.
"Where is Villa?" he asked.
"How should I know, my general?" parried Miguel. "Who am I--a poor man
with a tiny rancho--to know of the movements of the great ones of the
earth? I did not even know where was the great General Pesita until now
I am brought into his gracious presence, to throw myself at his feet
and implore that I be permitted to serve him in even the meanest of
Pesita appeared not to hear what Miguel had said. He turned his shoulder
toward the man, and addressed Billy in broken English.
"You were on your way to El Orobo Rancho, eh? Are you acquainted there?"
Billy replied that they were not--merely looking for employment upon an
American-owned ranch or in an American mine.
"Why did you leave your own country?" asked Pesita. "What do you want
here in Mexico?"
"Well, ol' top," replied Billy, "you see de birds was flyin' south an'
winter was in de air, an a fat-head dick from Chi was on me trail--so I
"Ducks?" queried Pesita, mystified. "Ah, the ducks--they fly south, I
"Naw, you poor simp--I blows," explained Billy.
"Ah, yes," agreed Pesita, not wishing to admit any ignorance of plain
American even before a despised gringo. "But the large-faced dick--what
might that be? I have spend much time in the States, but I do not know
"I said 'fat-head dick'--dat's a fly cop," Billy elucidated.
"It is he then that is the bird." Pesita beamed at this evidence of his
own sagacity. "He fly."
"Flannagan ain't no bird--Flannagan's a dub."
Bridge came to the rescue.
"My erudite friend means," he explained, "that the police chased him out
of the United States of America."
Pesita raised his eyebrows. All was now clear to him.
"But why did he not say so?" he asked.
"He tried to," said Bridge. "He did his best."
"Quit yer kiddin'," admonished Billy.
A bright light
The other officers were coarse, illiterate fellows, but little above the villainous crew they bullied, and were only too glad to avoid social intercourse with the polished English noble and his lady, so that the Claytons were left very much to themselves.Page 8
As Clayton stooped to reach for it he was amazed to see it move further into the room, and then he realized that it was being pushed inward by someone from without.Page 37
Presently she came upon them, lying in a little open space full under the brilliant light of the moon--little Tarzan's torn and bloody form, and beside it a great bull gorilla, stone dead.Page 55
To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.Page 56
In his hand was his slender bow to which he had fitted one of his death dealing arrows.Page 61
How he should like to have more of those little death-dealing slivers.Page 69
For a moment they lay there, and then Tarzan realized that the inert mass lying upon him was beyond power ever again to injure man or ape.Page 94
And now there came the sound of a heavy body brushing against the side of the cabin.Page 99
At last Clayton saw the immense muscles of Tarzan's shoulders and biceps leap into corded knots beneath the silver moonlight.Page 110
Oh, Miss Jane, you don't know what I have to contend with.Page 113
If they did not want it why did they not merely throw it into the water? That would have been much easier.Page 114
For an hour Tarzan feasted his eyes upon her while she wrote.Page 133
Here was a problem the like of which he had never encountered, and he felt rather than reasoned that he must meet it as a man and not as an ape.Page 148
The girl looked at him wide eyed for a moment.Page 162
"He had ample opportunity to harm us himself, or to lead his people against us.Page 175
With a roar he charged the ape-man, while half a hundred heads peered from sheltering windows and doorways to witness the butchering of the poor Frenchman by the giant black.Page 179
Late the next day he returned, bearing the great chest upon his shoulder, and at sunrise the little vessel worked through the harbor's mouth and took up her northward journey.Page 181
Tarzan realized now what was the meaning of their visit to the police officer.Page 182
I have always the feeling that she breathes a sigh of relief every time I bid her good-by.Page 185
Won't you please believe that I did it just for him and give me that little crumb of pleasure at least?" "I do believe you, Mr.