will and so lightly,
shouldst thou desire, that thy point, wholly under the control of a
master hand, mayst be stopped before it inflicts so much as a scratch."
But in practice, there were many accidents, and then one or both of them
would nurse a punctured skin for a few days. So, while blood was often
let on both sides, the training produced a fearless swordsman who was
so truly the master of his point that he could stop a thrust within a
fraction of an inch of the spot he sought.
At fifteen, he was a very strong and straight and handsome lad. Bronzed
and hardy from his outdoor life; of few words, for there was none that
he might talk with save the taciturn old man; hating the English, for
that he was taught as thoroughly as swordsmanship; speaking French
fluently and English poorly--and waiting impatiently for the day when
the old man should send him out into the world with clanking armor and
lance and shield to do battle with the knights of England.
It was about this time that there occurred the first important break in
the monotony of his existence. Far down the rocky trail that led from
the valley below through the Derby hills to the ruined castle, three
armored knights urged their tired horses late one afternoon of a chill
autumn day. Off the main road and far from any habitation, they had
espied the castle's towers through a rift in the hills, and now they
spurred toward it in search of food and shelter.
As the road led them winding higher into the hills, they suddenly
emerged upon the downs below the castle where a sight met their eyes
which caused them to draw rein and watch in admiration. There, before
them upon the downs, a boy battled with a lunging, rearing horse--a
perfect demon of a black horse. Striking and biting in a frenzy of
rage, it sought ever to escape or injure the lithe figure which clung
leech-like to its shoulder.
The boy was on the ground. His left hand grasped the heavy mane;
his right arm lay across the beast's withers and his right hand drew
steadily in upon a halter rope with which he had taken a half hitch
about the horse's muzzle. Now the black reared and wheeled, striking
and biting, full upon the youth, but the active figure swung with
him--always just behind the giant shoulder--and ever and ever he drew
the great arched neck farther and farther to the right.
As the animal plunged hither and thither in great leaps,
Nor is the matter of little moment to one whom Buto charges, for if he be caught and tossed, the chances are that naught will interest him thereafter.Page 28
She yet retained her childish delight in the primitive games of tag and hide-and-go-seek which Tarzan's fertile man-mind had evolved.Page 29
" "Go away!" commanded Teeka.Page 33
Tarzan had felt the instantaneous relaxation of the body beneath him after the heavy impact with the tree limb, and as the other turned completely over and started again upon its fall toward the ground, he reached forth a hand and caught the branch in time to stay his own descent, while the ape dropped like a plummet to the foot of the tree.Page 47
Seeming only was the indifference of Tarzan, for alert and watchful was every well-trained sense.Page 50
The wail came from the jungle at some little distance from Tarzan's swaying couch.Page 52
He differed in some peculiar way from the other denizens of the jungle.Page 61
It was pitiful that a balu of his size and strength should be so backward.Page 69
Sabor sprang suddenly to her feet, her yellow-green eyes blazing, her tail lashing as she cocked her ears, and raising her muzzle, sniffed the air for possible danger.Page 72
He looked through the tangled underbrush and saw the black woman and her young.Page 74
"Tarzan," he said, in the speech of the great apes of the tribe of Kerchak, "do not take me from Momaya, my mother.Page 76
He patted his lips with snowy linen to remove the faint traces of his repast, quite ignorant of the fact that he was an impostor and that the rightful owner of his noble title was even then finishing his own dinner in far-off Africa.Page 82
Tibo struggled futilely.Page 100
My medicine is strong.Page 109
Lead him away from the body of Mamka.Page 120
Tarzan reached out his hands and warmed them, for they were very cold.Page 125
He was just himself now, ready to fight, if necessary; but still sure that no flesh and blood gorilla stood before him.Page 133
He found the gold piece, and something else he found, too--a small wooden box with a loose cover.Page 143
Back across the grove Tarzan and Taug forced their adversaries.Page 155
When he saw that two warriors were placed beside the cage, and that these drove off the women and children and young men who would have eventually tortured Numa to death, he knew that the lion would be safe until he was needed for the evening's entertainment, when he would be more cruelly and scientifically tortured for the edification of the entire tribe.