helm, he was for the first time anxious himself to hide his face
from the sight of men. Not from fear, for he knew not fear, but from
some inward impulse which he did not attempt to fathom.
As Norman of Torn rode out from the castle of De Stutevill, Father
Claude dismounted from his sleek donkey within the ballium of Torn. The
austere stronghold, notwithstanding its repellent exterior and unsavory
reputation, always extended a warm welcome to the kindly, genial priest;
not alone because of the deep friendship which the master of Torn felt
for the good father, but through the personal charm, and lovableness of
the holy man's nature, which shone alike on saint and sinner.
It was doubtless due to his unremitting labors with the youthful Norman,
during the period that the boy's character was most amenable to strong
impressions, that the policy of the mighty outlaw was in many respects
pure and lofty. It was this same influence, though, which won for Father
Claude his only enemy in Torn; the little, grim, gray, old man whose
sole aim in life seemed to have been to smother every finer instinct of
chivalry and manhood in the boy, to whose training he had devoted the
past nineteen years of his life.
As Father Claude climbed down from his donkey--fat people do not
"dismount"--a half dozen young squires ran forward to assist him, and to
lead the animal to the stables.
The good priest called each of his willing helpers by name, asking a
question here, passing a merry joke there with the ease and familiarity
that bespoke mutual affection and old acquaintance.
As he passed in through the great gate, the men-at-arms threw him
laughing, though respectful, welcomes and within the great court,
beautified with smooth lawn, beds of gorgeous plants, fountains, statues
and small shrubs and bushes, he came upon the giant, Red Shandy, now the
principal lieutenant of Norman of Torn.
"Good morrow, Saint Claude!" cried the burly ruffian. "Hast come to save
our souls, or damn us? What manner of sacrilege have we committed now,
or have we merited the blessings of Holy Church? Dost come to scold, or
"Neither, thou unregenerate villain," cried the priest, laughing.
"Though methinks ye merit chiding for the grievous poor courtesy with
which thou didst treat the great Bishop of Norwich the past week."
"Tut, tut, Father," replied Red Shandy. "We did but aid him to adhere
more closely to the injunctions and precepts of Him whose servant and
disciple he claims to be. Were it not better for an Archbishop of His
Church to walk
He has forfeited all claim upon your love, loyalty, or respect.Page 22
"I have but sought to defend myself.Page 50
He could not be mistaken, for there was the same strangely familiar attitude and figure, though the man's back was toward.Page 53
"This fellow is looking for trouble," warned Abdul.Page 58
" "It is he who followed m'sieur about the market today," exclaimed Abdul.Page 69
but the captain would have been astonished had he known the real reason of Tarzan's pleasure.Page 76
"Stop!" he commanded.Page 78
He waited, listening intently, for it to pass.Page 81
Then he roared--the fearsome, terror-inspiring roar of the hungry lion which is also angry.Page 109
Before many hours he had divested himself of his remaining garments, and was swimming easily and unencumbered toward the east.Page 120
He knew that gold meant power and pleasure.Page 122
"I should like to go there and see this strange city," said Tarzan, "and get some of their yellow metal from its fierce inhabitants.Page 130
Presently a Manyuema within the village fell, pierced by a single arrow.Page 144
Aching eyes scanned the horizon day and night until the weak and weary watchers would sink exhausted to the bottom of the boat, and there wrest in dream-disturbed slumber a moment's respite from the horrors of the waking reality.Page 158
For ten minutes or more they kept up their monotonous chant and steps, and then suddenly, and in perfect unison, they turned toward their victim with upraised bludgeons and emitting fearful howls, the while they contorted their features into the most diabolical expressions, they rushed upon him.Page 164
Slowly we have dwindled in power, in civilization, in intellect, in numbers, until now we are no more than a small tribe of savage apes.Page 174
See this ancient altar? It is here that the dead sacrifice the living--if they find a victim here.Page 199
And so Tarzan of the Apes, carrying the unconscious Jane Porter, came through the pits of Opar beneath the temple of The Flaming God without pursuit.Page 200
And thus they came to the flat-topped mountain and the barrier cliffs.Page 202
"They said that there was no question but that it must have been you, and less that you could have survived or been picked up.