the pitiless tropic
sun, with parched lips and swollen tongues, waiting for the death they
were beginning to crave. The intense suffering of the first few days
had become deadened for the three passengers who had eaten nothing, but
the agony of the sailors was pitiful, as their weak and impoverished
stomachs attempted to cope with the bits of leather with which they had
filled them. Tompkins was the first to succumb. Just a week from the
day the LADY ALICE went down the sailor died horribly in frightful
For hours his contorted and hideous features lay grinning back at those
in the stern of the little boat, until Jane Porter could endure the
sight no longer. "Can you not drop his body overboard, William?" she
Clayton rose and staggered toward the corpse. The two remaining
sailors eyed him with a strange, baleful light in their sunken orbs.
Futilely the Englishman tried to lift the corpse over the side of the
boat, but his strength was not equal to the task.
"Lend me a hand here, please," he said to Wilson, who lay nearest him.
"Wot do you want to throw 'im over for?" questioned the sailor, in a
"We've got to before we're too weak to do it," replied Clayton. "He'd
be awful by tomorrow, after a day under that broiling sun."
"Better leave well enough alone," grumbled Wilson. "We may need him
Slowly the meaning of the man's words percolated into Clayton's
understanding. At last he realized the fellow's reason for objecting
to the disposal of the dead man.
"God!" whispered Clayton, in a horrified tone. "You don't mean--"
"W'y not?" growled Wilson. "Ain't we gotta live? He's dead," he
added, jerking his thumb in the direction of the corpse. "He won't
"Come here, Thuran," said Clayton, turning toward the Russian. "We'll
have something worse than death aboard us if we don't get rid of this
body before dark."
Wilson staggered up menacingly to prevent the contemplated act, but
when his comrade, Spider, took sides with Clayton and Monsieur Thuran
he gave up, and sat eying the corpse hungrily as the three men, by
combining their efforts, succeeded in rolling it overboard.
All the balance of the day Wilson sat glaring at Clayton, in his eyes
the gleam of insanity. Toward evening, as the sun was sinking into the
sea, he commenced to chuckle and mumble to himself, but his eyes never
After it became quite dark Clayton could still feel those terrible eyes
upon him. He
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar By Edgar Rice Burroughs Contents CHAPTER 1 Belgian and Arab 2 On the Road to Opar 3 The Call of the Jungle 4 Prophecy and Fulfillment 5 The Altar of the Flaming God 6 The Arab Raid 7 The Jewel-Room of Opar 8 The Escape from Opar 9 The Theft of the Jewels 10 Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels 11 Tarzan Becomes a Beast Again 12 La Seeks Vengeance 13 Condemned to Torture and Death 14 A Priestess But Yet a Woman 15 The Flight of Werper 16 Tarzan Again Leads the Mangani 17 The Deadly Peril of Jane Clayton 18 The Fight For the Treasure 19 Jane Clayton and The Beasts of the Jungle 20 Jane Clayton Again a Prisoner 21 The Flight to the Jungle 22 Tarzan Recovers His Reason 23 A Night of Terror 24 Home 1 Belgian and Arab Lieutenant Albert Werper had only the prestige of the name he had dishonored to thank for his narrow escape from being cashiered.Page 2
A moment later the fugitive had torn open the gates and vanished into the blackness of the jungle, but not before he had transferred the rifle and ammunition belts of the dead sentry to his own person.Page 3
I can fight, and your enemies are my enemies.Page 14
He saw the forest god or demon rise from the vanquished foe, and placing a foot upon the still quivering carcass, raise his face to the moon and bay out a hideous cry that froze the ebbing blood in the veins of the witch-doctor.Page 16
He saw the giant ape-man swing himself nimbly up the face of the great rock.Page 17
Twice, at regular intervals, he repeated the call, standing in attentive silence for several minutes after the echoes of the third call had died away.Page 20
glance convinced him that the Englishman was dead.Page 40
"Why?" asked the Belgian.Page 63
Dusk came and after dusk came night.Page 66
He knew that he would suffer, for he recalled the faint memories of past burns.Page 76
Hastily the man felt around the interior, groping blindly through the darkness with outstretched hands.Page 83
By taking advantage of the fact that he and Werper always were kept together, Mugambi sought to learn what the other knew of the whereabouts of Tarzan, or the authorship of the raid upon the bungalow, as well as the fate of Lady Greystoke; but as he was confined to the accidents of conversation for this information, not daring to acquaint Werper with his true identity, and as Werper was equally anxious to conceal from the world his part in the destruction of his host's home and happiness, Mugambi learned nothing--at least in this way.Page 92
The older ape, pessimistic by nature, recognized no such thing as humor.Page 117
Then there was a long silence which was finally broken by the stealthy padding of footfalls on the trail ahead of her, and in another moment a man appeared in view backing toward her, a rifle ready in his hands, and his eyes directed in careful watchfulness along the way that he had come.Page 120
Calling aloud to those who tended the gates, Werper, grasping Jane Clayton by the arm, walked boldly across the clearing.Page 131
" Across the speaker's shoulder, limp and frightened, the girl waited for the Arab's reply.Page 140
The officer turned and beckoned to the soldiers standing in the trail behind him.Page 143
She did not see the black face beneath the white hood, nor the file of ebon horsemen beyond the trail's bend riding slowly in the wake of their leader.Page 146
The interference of the body seemed to enrage the lion.Page 154
"Because," replied Mugambi, "I filled the Belgian's pouch with river gravel before I escaped the camp of the Abyssinians whose prisoners we were.