all the rest than he, the
peasants worshipped him as a deliverer from the lowborn murderers who
had been wont to despoil the weak and lowly and on whose account the
women of the huts and cottages had never been safe.
Few of them had seen his face and fewer still had spoken with him, but
they loved his name and his prowess and in secret they prayed for him
to their ancient god, Wodin, and the lesser gods of the forest and the
meadow and the chase, for though they were confessed Christians, still
in the hearts of many beat a faint echo of the old superstitions of
their ancestors; and while they prayed also to the Lord Jesus and to
Mary, yet they felt it could do no harm to be on the safe side with the
others, in case they did happen to exist.
A poor, degraded, downtrodden, ignorant, superstitious people, they
were; accustomed for generations to the heel of first one invader and
then another and in the interims, when there were any, the heels of
their feudal lords and their rapacious monarchs.
No wonder then that such as these worshipped the Outlaw of Torn, for
since their fierce Saxon ancestors had come, themselves as conquerors,
to England, no other hand had ever been raised to shield them from
On this policy of his toward the serfs and freedmen, Norman of Torn and
the grim, old man whom he called father had never agreed. The latter was
for carrying his war of hate against all Englishmen, but the young man
would neither listen to it, nor allow any who rode out from Torn to
molest the lowly. A ragged tunic was a surer defence against this wild
horde than a stout lance or an emblazoned shield.
So, as Norman of Torn rode down from his mighty castle to visit Father
Claude, the sunlight playing on his clanking armor and glancing from
the copper boss of his shield, the sight of a little group of woodmen
kneeling uncovered by the roadside as he passed was not so remarkable
Entering the priest's study, Norman of Torn removed his armor and lay
back moodily upon a bench with his back against a wall and his strong,
lithe legs stretched out before him.
"What ails you, my son?" asked the priest, "that you look so
disconsolate on this beautiful day?"
"I do not know, Father," replied Norman of Torn, "unless it be that I
am asking myself the question, 'What it is all for?' Why did my father
train me ever to prey upon my
Close by were many trees bearing large, hard fruits and to one of these the ape-man swung with the agility of a squirrel.Page 17
Then Werper, slipping stealthily from his hiding place, dropped into the somber darkness of the entrance and disappeared.Page 23
With a scream he turned to flee back into the lesser terrors of the gloomy corridors and apartments from which he had just emerged, but the frightful men anticipated his intentions.Page 26
Half a dozen he sent to the bungalow itself with instructions to keep their mistress within doors, and to protect her with their lives.Page 29
The hot flames were almost upon him as he raised himself painfully upon his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the doorway.Page 54
What could have brought them back?" Tarzan grasped his kill and dragged it to the partial seclusion of the bush which had hidden his own near approach, and there he squatted upon it, cut a huge hunk of flesh from the loin and proceeded to satisfy his hunger with the warm and dripping meat.Page 57
Then Tarzan came down from his sanctuary and as the wounded lions, growling, dragged themselves away, the ape-man cut his spear from the body of Buto, hacked off a steak and vanished into the jungle.Page 62
When the shelter was completed La had Tarzan transferred to it.Page 71
I know not where the sacred knife is; but you can fashion another.Page 72
They threatened him with bludgeon and knife until at last he acquiesced in their demands, though sullenly, and then Tarzan stepped close before Cadj.Page 80
Numa looked up with bared fangs, grinning hideously, but he did not rise from his kill.Page 85
They squatted beneath the trees upon the southern edge of a clearing.Page 104
But this enemy wielded no sword, and his spear and bow remained upon his back.Page 111
Creeping out upon an overhanging branch the anthropoid dropped to the ground within the boma.Page 121
through his mind he entered the tent where Mohammed Beyd sat cross-legged upon a rug, smoking.Page 126
Her husband was dead, and Werper fancied that he could replace in the girl's heart the position which had been vacated by the act of the grim reaper.Page 133
A moment longer he tarried to rearrange the disordered rugs, and then he left as he had entered, fastening down the rear wall of the tent as it had been before he had raised it.Page 141
Tarzan and Werper had been lying bound behind a small pile of knapsacks from the time that the company had halted; but with the preparation of the meal completed, their guard ordered them to rise and come forward to one of the fires where their hands would be unfettered that they might eat.Page 145
Men leaped from their blankets and with guns ready ran toward the picket line, and then from the jungle beyond the boma a dozen lions, emboldened by the example of their fellow charged fearlessly upon the camp.Page 153
Only Lady Greystoke found aught to praise in the conduct of the man, and it was difficult even for her to reconcile his many heinous acts with this one evidence of chivalry and honor.