follow every detail of the
fascinating drama that was being enacted before them.
"God, what a swordsman!" muttered one.
"Never was such swordplay seen since the day the first sword was
drawn from the first scabbard!" replied Roger de Leybourn. "Is it not
Slowly but surely was Norman of Torn cutting Peter of Colfax to pieces;
little by little, and with such fiendish care that, except for loss
of blood, the man was in no way crippled; nor did the outlaw touch
his victim's face with his gleaming sword. That he was saving for the
fulfillment of his design.
And Peter of Colfax, cornered and fighting for his life, was no
marrowless antagonist, even against the Devil of Torn. Furiously he
fought; in the extremity of his fear, rushing upon his executioner with
frenzied agony. Great beads of cold sweat stood upon his livid brow.
And then the gleaming point of Norman of Torn flashed, lightning-like,
in his victim's face, and above the right eye of Peter of Colfax was a
thin vertical cut from which the red blood had barely started to ooze
ere another swift move of that master sword hand placed a fellow to
parallel the first.
Five times did the razor point touch the forehead of Peter of Colfax,
until the watchers saw there, upon the brow of the doomed man, the seal
of death, in letters of blood--NT.
It was the end. Peter of Colfax, cut to ribbons yet fighting like the
maniac he had become, was as good as dead, for the mark of the Outlaw of
Torn was upon his brow. Now, shrieking and gibbering through his frothy
lips, his yellow fangs bared in a mad and horrid grin, he rushed full
upon Norman of Torn. There was a flash of the great sword as the outlaw
swung it to the full of his mighty strength through an arc that passed
above the shoulders of Peter of Colfax, and the grinning head rolled
upon the floor, while the loathsome carcass, that had been a baron of
England, sunk in a disheveled heap among the rushes of the great hall of
the castle of Leybourn.
A little shudder passed through the wide-eyed guests. Some one broke
into hysterical laughter, a woman sobbed, and then Norman of Torn,
wiping his blade upon the rushes of the floor as he had done upon
another occasion in that same hall, spoke quietly to the master of
"I would borrow yon golden platter, My Lord. It shall be returned, or a
mightier one in its stead."
Leybourn nodded his assent, and Norman of Torn turned, with
"MAGNIFIQUE!" she breathed once more.Page 9
He recalled the murder of King by the rat-faced Snipes; the abandonment of Professor Porter and his party by the mutineers of the ARROW; the cruelty of the black warriors and women of Mbonga.Page 11
"I have never harmed you.Page 21
Selecting his most formidable antagonist, the fellow with the bludgeon, Tarzan charged full upon him, dodging the falling weapon, and catching the man a terrific blow on the point of the chin that felled him in his tracks.Page 38
From cellar to attic the horrid sound searched out the servants, and left them blanched and trembling.Page 96
I have as much right on board her as you, and from the fact that you are booked under an assumed name I imagine that I have more right.Page 105
Poor fellow, I have so often intended asking you about him, but I never have been able to think of it when we were together.Page 113
the work the choking noose had commenced.Page 123
Poor Paul, who had prided himself on having eradicated from his friend the last traces of wild savagery.Page 125
With a vicious lunge the elephant swerved to the right to dispose of this temerarious foeman who dared intervene between himself and his intended victim; but he had not reckoned on the lightning quickness that could galvanize those steel muscles into action so marvelously swift as to baffle even a keener eyesight than Tantor's.Page 126
I did not hear much, for I ran away quickly.Page 140
That night the village warriors held a big palaver to celebrate their victories, and to choose a new chief.Page 160
Tarzan could hear him growling and rumbling as he went slowly to the inferior station.Page 162
And then a muffled scream came from the cavernous mouth of the dark hole beyond the sacrificial altar through which the priestess had entered the temple.Page 170
I had about deduced from certain astronomic phenomena I have had under minute observation during the past several tropic nights an entirely new nebular hypothesis which will unquestionably startle the scientific world.Page 172
The lion was scarce thirty paces from them, and they were equally as far from the shelter.Page 180
But they bore their burdens uncomplainingly, and at the end of thirty days entered their own country.Page 196
It was nearly noon when he reached the great bowlder at the top of which terminated the secret passage to the pits beneath the city.Page 205
"It's too late," he whispered.Page 210
So the entire party assembled within the little cabin and about the door to witness the second ceremony that Professor Porter was to solemnize within three days.