"But it does, though," she replied; "at least to me. There's a swing to
it and a freedom that 'gets me in the eye.'"
Again she laughed, and when this girl laughed, harder-headed and much
older men than Mr. L. Bridge felt strange emotions move within their
For a week Barbara had seen a great deal of the new bookkeeper. Aside
from her father he was the only man of culture and refinement of which
the rancho could boast, or, as the rancho would have put it, be ashamed
She had often sought the veranda of the little office and lured the new
bookkeeper from his work, and on several occasions had had him at the
ranchhouse. Not only was he an interesting talker; but there was an
element of mystery about him which appealed to the girl's sense of
She knew that he was a gentleman born and reared, and she often found
herself wondering what tragic train of circumstances had set him adrift
among the flotsam of humanity's wreckage. Too, the same persistent
conviction that she had known him somewhere in the past that possessed
her father clung to her mind; but she could not place him.
"I overheard your dissertation on HERE AND THERE," said the girl. "I
could not very well help it--it would have been rude to interrupt a
conversation." Her eyes sparkled mischievously and her cheeks dimpled.
"You wouldn't have been interrupting a conversation," objected Bridge,
smiling; "you would have been turning a monologue into a conversation."
"But it was a conversation," insisted the girl. "The wanderer was
conversing with the bookkeeper. You are a victim of wanderlust, Mr. L.
Bridge--don't deny it. You hate bookkeeping, or any other such prosaic
vocation as requires permanent residence in one place."
"Come now," expostulated the man. "That is hardly fair. Haven't I been
here a whole week?"
They both laughed.
"What in the world can have induced you to remain so long?" cried
Barbara. "How very much like an old timer you must feel--one of the
"I am a regular aborigine," declared Bridge; but his heart would have
chosen another reply. It would have been glad to tell the girl that
there was a very real and a very growing inducement to remain at El
Orobo Rancho. The man was too self-controlled, however, to give way to
the impulses of his heart.
At first he had just liked the girl, and been immensely glad of her
companionship because there was so much that was common to them both--a
love for good music, good pictures, and good literature--things Bridge
hadn't had an
Far to the east, Tarzan of the Apes was traveling rapidly from Nairobi toward the farm.Page 5
In silence, in love, and in reverence he buried, in the little rose garden that had been Jane Clayton's pride and love, the poor, charred form and beside it the great black warriors who had given their lives so futilely in their mistress' protection.Page 13
"Brother of Dango!" shouted Tarzan, angered that Numa's return should have been so timed as to frustrate his plans for a comfortable night's repose.Page 16
There were motor trucks and ox teams and all the impedimenta of a small army and always there were wounded men walking or being carried toward the rear.Page 30
Manu, the monkey, is a sage by comparison.Page 33
He did not even turn his head for he knew she was not yet in sight; but he bent his ears just a bit more sharply for the first sound of her nearer approach.Page 36
Those on the hind feet he secured not only by tightening the draw strings but also rigged garters that fastened tightly around the legs above the hocks.Page 44
and then, as moves Ara, the lightning, moved Tarzan of the Apes.Page 61
From there he moved stealthily from building to building until at last he was discovered by a large dog in the rear of one of the bungalows.Page 76
Loading their guns as they came the blacks ran to succor their fellow, and at Usanga's command they spread into a thin line that presently entirely surrounded the tree into which their comrade had vanished.Page 92
The second charge brought them closer to the Englishman, and though he dropped another with his pistol, it was not before two or three spears had been launched at him.Page 119
The next time I saw her she was inside the British lines in disguise, and again I saw her bearing word to a German officer at Wilhelmstal.Page 138
No hour had.Page 143
came, escaping the clutches of Numa and Sheeta, his terror and his haste precluded the possibility of his sensing that other equally formidable foe lying in ambush for him.Page 147
On the surface of the ground or through the swaying branches of the trees the spoor of man or beast was an open book to the ape-man, but even his acute senses were baffled by the spoorless trail of the airship.Page 157
I know that Manu, the monkey, speaks nearly the same tongue and I am sure that Tantor, the elephant, understands all that I say to him.Page 174
realized something of the unsolved secrets of the Great Dark Continent, enormous areas of which have as yet been untouched by the foot of civilized man.Page 211
Above him was a limb that ordinarily he could have leaped for and reached with ease; but weak from his wounds and loss of blood he doubted his ability to do so now.Page 223
Had a little scrimmage there with a fellow and was hidden by one of their women in a hole in the wall.Page 233
Here he clung while his fingers sought Tarzan's throat, and it was then that the ape-man, realizing the possibility of defeat, called to Smith-Oldwick to take the girl and seek to escape.