order shall we draw?" asked Monsieur Thuran, knowing from past
experience that the majority of men always prefer last chance in a
lottery where the single prize is some distasteful thing--there is
always the chance and the hope that another will draw it first.
Monsieur Thuran, for reasons of his own, preferred to draw first if the
drawing should happen to require a second adventure beneath the coat.
And so when Spider elected to draw last he graciously offered to take
the first chance himself. His hand was under the coat for but a
moment, yet those quick, deft fingers had felt of each coin, and found
and discarded the fatal piece. When he brought forth his hand it
contained an 1888 franc piece. Then Clayton drew. Jane Porter leaned
forward with a tense and horrified expression on her face as the hand
of the man she was to marry groped about beneath the coat. Presently he
withdrew it, a franc piece lying in the palm. For an instant he dared
not look, but Monsieur Thuran, who had leaned nearer to see the date,
exclaimed that he was safe.
Jane Porter sank weak and trembling against the side of the boat. She
felt sick and dizzy. And now, if Spider should not draw the 1875 piece
she must endure the whole horrid thing again.
The sailor already had his hand beneath the coat. Great beads of sweat
were standing upon his brow. He trembled as though with a fit of ague.
Aloud he cursed himself for having taken the last draw, for now his
chances for escape were but three to one, whereas Monsieur Thuran's had
been five to one, and Clayton's four to one.
The Russian was very patient, and did not hurry the man, for he knew
that he himself was quite safe whether the 1875 piece came out this
time or not. When the sailor withdrew his hand and looked at the piece
of money within, he dropped fainting to the bottom of the boat. Both
Clayton and Monsieur Thuran hastened weakly to examine the coin, which
had rolled from the man's hand and lay beside him. It was not dated
1875. The reaction from the state of fear he had been in had overcome
Spider quite as effectually as though he had drawn the fated piece.
But now the whole proceeding must be gone through again. Once more the
Russian drew forth a harmless coin. Jane Porter closed her eyes as
Clayton reached beneath the coat.
An oil lamp burned upon a high, old-fashioned mantel, casting its dim rays over a dozen repulsive figures.Page 28
"I have so much wished to see you," she was saying.Page 34
his love.Page 39
A little more than a year ago I was a naked beast of prey in an African jungle.Page 48
I cannot imagine a man better fitted than you, my dear Monsieur Tarzan, for this very position.Page 64
He even commenced to acquire the rudiments of their language under the pleasant tutorage of the brown-eyed girl.Page 67
Have been ordered back to my ship.Page 81
" "It is useless," she replied, resignedly.Page 123
" With the agility of a squirrel he sprang into a tree and ran nimbly to the top.Page 142
The other members of the party were asleep upon the thwarts or huddled in cramped positions in the bottom of the boat.Page 143
" The result was that Clayton himself had to get the tin, and then another angry altercation ensued when one of the sailors accused Clayton and Monsieur Thuran of conspiring to control the provisions so that they could have the lion's share.Page 144
As the days passed conditions became horrible.Page 158
After a moment or two the girl drew a knife from her girdle, and, leaning over Tarzan, cut the bonds from his legs.Page 165
" "You must not take the risk, then," he said quickly.Page 168
Still further invigorated by the food Clayton had brought, the three were able to reach the half shade of the small tree to which their boat was moored.Page 186
They were coming in the direction of the amphitheater.Page 188
old enough to remember him sidled up on all fours to sniff at him, and one bared his fangs and growled threateningly--he wished to put Tarzan immediately into his proper place.Page 196
Was he, after all, to be just a moment too late? Like a frightened deer he leaped across the narrow chasm to the continuation of the passage beyond.Page 199
"She is mine," said Tarzan of the Apes.Page 205
Tears came to the girl's eyes as she saw the poor, sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, and the lines of suffering upon the once young and handsome face.