"I shall give them plenty of room," replied Norman of Torn. "My neck
itcheth not to be stretched," and he laughed and mounted.
Five minutes after he had cantered down the road from camp, Spizo the
Spaniard, sneaking his horse unseen into the surrounding forest, mounted
and spurred rapidly after him. The camp, in the throes of packing
refractory, half broken sumpter animals, and saddling their own wild
mounts, did not notice his departure. Only the little grim, gray, old
man knew that he had gone, or why, or whither.
That afternoon, as Roger de Conde was admitted to the castle of Richard
de Tany and escorted to a little room where he awaited the coming of
the Lady Joan, a swarthy messenger handed a letter to the captain of the
King's soldiers camped a few miles south of Tany.
The officer tore open the seal as the messenger turned and spurred back
in the direction from which he had come.
And this was what he read:
Norman of Torn is now at the castle of Tany, without escort.
Instantly the call "to arms" and "mount" sounded through the camp and,
in five minutes, a hundred mercenaries galloped rapidly toward the
castle of Richard de Tany, in the visions of their captain a great
reward and honor and preferment for the capture of the mighty outlaw who
was now almost within his clutches.
Three roads meet at Tany; one from the south along which the King's
soldiers were now riding; one from the west which had guided Norman
of Torn from his camp to the castle; and a third which ran northwest
through Cambridge and Huntingdon toward Derby.
All unconscious of the rapidly approaching foes, Norman of Torn waited
composedly in the anteroom for Joan de Tany.
Presently she entered, clothed in the clinging house garment of the
period; a beautiful vision, made more beautiful by the suppressed
excitement which caused the blood to surge beneath the velvet of her
cheek, and her breasts to rise and fall above her fast beating heart.
She let him take her fingers in his and raise them to his lips, and then
they stood looking into each other's eyes in silence for a long moment.
"I do not know how to tell you what I have come to tell," he said sadly.
"I have not meant to deceive you to your harm, but the temptation to be
with you and those whom you typify must be my excuse. I--" He paused.
It was easy to tell her that he was the Outlaw of Torn, but if she loved
"Maybe we are borrowing trouble.Page 8
" Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his side.Page 13
It were better that nature have her way in relieving these long-pent emotions, and it was many minutes before the girl--little more than a child she was--could again gain mastery of herself.Page 18
The ape was a great bull, weighing probably three hundred pounds.Page 40
And so he progressed very, very slowly, for it was a hard and laborious task which he had set himself without knowing it--a task which might seem to you or me impossible--learning to read without having the slightest knowledge of letters or written language, or the faintest idea that such things existed.Page 55
It was enough, however, for his needs.Page 59
He marveled at the sharp filed teeth.Page 60
And when he killed for revenge, or in self-defense, he did that also without hysteria, for it was a very businesslike proceeding which admitted of no levity.Page 102
Really, the one great danger was that one of the men might stumble and fall, and then the yellow devil would be upon him in a moment and the joy of the kill would be too great a temptation to withstand.Page 113
For several hours he traveled a little north of east until he came to an impenetrable wall of matted and tangled vegetation.Page 117
Canler had asked for no security, and you know, dearie, what that will mean for me if papa cannot meet them.Page 124
It was in this state of mind that the horrible, man-like beast, swinging from tree to tree, came suddenly upon two women in the jungle.Page 125
It is true that that awful face, pressing close to hers, and the stench of the foul breath beating upon her nostrils, paralyzed her with terror; but her brain was clear, and she comprehended all that transpired.Page 137
Taking her hands in his, when she insisted upon it, he held them tightly to prevent her.Page 143
A cry went up within the palisade.Page 145
The death blow had not been struck.Page 159
"What are you, Tarzan?" he asked aloud.Page 161
They had been walking from the beach toward the cabin as they talked, and now they joined a little group sitting on camp stools in the shade of a great tree beside the cabin.Page 168
I found a note you wrote me lying among the leaves beneath a tree near the cabin.Page 184
I should have thought your self respect and your Porter pride would have shrunk from admitting, even to yourself, that you were a bought woman.