of the guard set them the example, and so they pushed
forward in a body toward Norman of Torn; twenty blades bared against
There was no play now for the Outlaw of Torn. It was grim battle and
his only hope that he might take a fearful toll of his enemies before he
himself went down.
And so he fought as he never fought before, to kill as many and as
quickly as he might. And to those who watched, it was as though the
young officer of the Guard had not come within reach of that terrible
blade ere he lay dead upon the floor, and then the point of death
passed into the lungs of one of the men-at-arms, scarcely pausing ere it
pierced the heart of a third.
The soldiers fell back momentarily, awed by the frightful havoc of that
mighty arm. Before De Montfort could urge them on to renew the attack, a
girlish figure, clothed in a long riding cloak, burst through the little
knot of men as they stood facing their lone antagonist.
With a low cry of mingled rage and indignation, Bertrade de Montfort
threw herself before the Devil of Torn, and facing the astonished
company of king, prince, nobles and soldiers, drew herself to her full
height, and with all the pride of race and blood that was her right of
heritage from a French king on her father's side and an English king on
her mother's, she flashed her defiance and contempt in the single word:
"What means this, girl?" demanded De Montfort, "Art gone stark mad? Know
thou that this fellow be the Outlaw of Torn?"
"If I had not before known it, My Lord," she replied haughtily, "it
would be plain to me now as I see forty cowards hesitating to attack a
lone man. What other man in all England could stand thus against forty?
A lion at bay with forty jackals yelping at his feet."
"Enough, girl," cried the King, "what be this knave to thee?"
"He loves me, Your Majesty," she replied proudly, "and I, him."
"Thou lov'st this low-born cut-throat, Bertrade," cried Henry. "Thou,
a De Montfort, the daughter of my sister; who have seen this murderer's
accursed mark upon the foreheads of thy kin; thou have seen him flaunt
his defiance in the King's, thy uncle's, face, and bend his whole life
to preying upon thy people; thou lov'st this monster?"
"I love him, My Lord King."
"Thou lov'st him, Bertrade?" asked Philip of France in a low tone,
pressing nearer to the girl.
"Yes, Philip," she said, a little note
Tarzan of the Apes gathered himself, and as he did so the black who did not sleep arose and passed around to the rear of the cage.Page 15
Sweat glistened upon their smooth, ebon skins, beneath which rolled rounded muscles, supple in the perfection of nature's uncontaminated health.Page 31
You may hang here and watch while I go and talk with Teeka.Page 39
Once he thought he had grasped it--that God was a mighty chieftain, king of all the Mangani.Page 40
Similarly he had arrived at a strange and wonderful spelling of his own name.Page 50
" Tarzan almost had arrived at something tangible when a distant wail startled him from his preoccupation into sensibility of the present and the real.Page 53
God had made them.Page 63
The black, however, should have laughed, reasoned the ape-man.Page 75
6 The Witch-Doctor Seeks Vengeance LORD GREYSTOKE was hunting, or, to be more accurate, he was shooting pheasants at Chamston-Hedding.Page 95
Wide and far swung Tarzan of the Apes, until at last, as he reached the highest point of the arc the rope, which rapidly had frayed on the rough bark of the tree limb, parted suddenly.Page 102
Could it be that the devil-god was to prevail against his servants? Impossible! The creature was unarmed, and he was down with two hyenas on top of him; but Bukawai did not know Tarzan.Page 116
The blacks were now falling asleep rapidly; but a few still persisted.Page 125
And then the gorilla charged.Page 136
"Where is Teeka?" "I do not know," replied Taug.Page 141
little monkey, fleeing for his life--there seemed nothing sinister about him.Page 148
Tarzan had witnessed these cruel rites in the past.Page 153
Always, everywhere, man is man, nor has he altered greatly beneath his veneer since he scurried into a hole between two rocks to escape the tyrannosaurus six million years ago.Page 164
Numa was out of the boma almost as soon as he was inside it; but as he went back over the low thorn wall, he took a screaming negro with him.Page 168
"Tarzan is not an ape," said Gunto.Page 169
Yes, Tantor, it is good to live.