do except talk about their troubles. They
had not been paid since the looting of the bank at Cuivaca, for Mr.
Harding had been unable to get any silver from elsewhere until a few
days since. He now had assurances that it was on the way to him; but
whether or not it would reach El Orobo was a question.
"Why should we stay here when we are not paid?" asked one of them.
"Yes, why?" chorused several others.
"There is nothing to do here," said another. "We will go to Cuivaca. I,
for one, am tired of working for the gringos."
This met with the unqualified approval of all, and a few moments
later the men had saddled their ponies and were galloping away in the
direction of sun-baked Cuivaca. They sang now, and were happy, for they
were as little boys playing hooky from school--not bad men; but rather
Once in Cuivaca they swooped down upon the drinking-place, where, with
what little money a few of them had left they proceeded to get drunk.
Later in the day an old, dried-up Indian entered. He was hot and dusty
from a long ride.
"Hey, Jose!" cried one of the vaqueros from El Orobo Rancho; "you old
rascal, what are you doing here?"
Jose looked around upon them. He knew them all--they represented the
Mexican contingent of the riders of El Orobo. Jose wondered what they
were all doing here in Cuivaca at one time. Even upon a pay day it never
had been the rule of El Orobo to allow more than four men at a time to
come to town.
"Oh, Jose come to buy coffee and tobacco," he replied. He looked about
searchingly. "Where are the others?" he asked, "--the gringos?"
"They have ridden after Esteban," explained one of the vaqueros. "He has
run off with Senorita Harding."
Jose raised his eyebrows as though this was all news.
"And Senor Grayson has gone with them?" he asked. "He was very fond of
"Senor Grayson has run away," went on the other speaker. "The other
gringos wished to hang him, for it is said he has bribed Esteban to do
Again Jose raised his eyebrows. "Impossible!" he ejaculated. "And who
then guards the ranch?" he asked presently.
"Senor Harding, two Mexican house servants, and a Chinaman," and the
"I must be going," Jose announced after a moment. "It is a long ride for
an old man from my poor home to Cuivaca, and back again."
The vaqueros were paying no further attention to him, and the Indian
passed out and sought his
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He, too, was an outcast and an outlaw.Page 7
" The finality in his tone seemed to assure Lady Greystoke that further argument was futile, and so she abandoned the subject.Page 10
Instead he stood waving his tail gently to and fro, and presently Tarzan squatted upon his kill and cut a generous portion from a hind quarter.Page 26
" Mugambi, although not born in Waziri, had been adopted into the tribe, which now contained no member more jealous of its traditions and its prowess than he.Page 31
For ages it had lain buried beneath the temple of the Flaming God, midway of one of the many inky passages which the superstitious descendants of the ancient Sun Worshipers had either dared not or cared not to explore.Page 37
That night they camped in the valley beyond the hills, and as they sat before a little fire where cooked a wild pig that had fallen to one of Tarzan's arrows, the latter sat lost in speculation.Page 48
The refulgent rays transformed the interior of the soiled and squalid canvas to the splendor of a palace in the eyes of the dreaming man.Page 70
Once she raised her eyes to the burning sun and murmured a prayer of thanks to her pagan god that she had not been permitted to destroy this godlike man, and her long lashes were wet with tears.Page 75
Tarzan was not long in following the way that his prey had fled.Page 95
Before the doorway the sentries sat upon their haunches, conversing in monotones.Page 100
And so, on came the running deer, straight into the jaws of death.Page 111
Aroused by attack, or supported by the presence of another of his kind, Chulk could have braved the presence of a score of human beings, but alone--ah, that was a different matter--alone, and unenraged.Page 119
Rising, he walked back along the trail, searching for some trace of the missing pouch or its contents; but he found nothing, even though he searched carefully the vicinity of his dead horse, and for a few paces into the jungle on either side.Page 122
" Mohammed Beyd listened in silence.Page 125
He followed your husband, and planned to steal his gold from him.Page 143
The girl did not need ask him why, and once again hope died within her breast.Page 146
The interference of the body seemed to enrage the lion.Page 150
So hopeless had seemed her situation to her that Jane Clayton but stood in lethargic apathy awaiting the impact of the huge body that would hurl her to the ground--awaiting the momentary agony that cruel talons and grisly fangs may inflict before the coming of the merciful oblivion which would end her sorrow and her suffering.Page 153
It was your own virtue, Jane, rather even than your helplessness which awakened for an instant the latent decency of this degraded man.