tableau below him he hopped up and down,
shrieking to them in Russian.
"Run! Run!" he cried. "Run, or I shall be left all alone in this
horrible place," and then he broke down and commenced to weep. For a
moment this new voice distracted the attention of the lion, who halted
to cast an inquiring glance in the direction of the tree. Clayton
could endure the strain no longer. Turning his back upon the beast, he
buried his head in his arms and waited.
The girl looked at him in horror. Why did he not do something? If he
must die, why not die like a man--bravely; beating at that terrible
face with his puny stick, no matter how futile it might be. Would
Tarzan of the Apes have done thus? Would he not at least have gone
down to his death fighting heroically to the last?
Now the lion was crouching for the spring that would end their young
lives beneath cruel, rending, yellow fangs. Jane Porter sank to her
knees in prayer, closing her eyes to shut out the last hideous instant.
Thuran, weak from fever, fainted.
Seconds dragged into minutes, long minutes into an eternity, and yet
the beast did not spring. Clayton was almost unconscious from the
prolonged agony of fright--his knees trembled--a moment more and he
Jane Porter could endure it no longer. She opened her eyes. Could she
"William," she whispered; "look!"
Clayton mastered himself sufficiently to raise his head and turn toward
the lion. An ejaculation of surprise burst from his lips. At their
very feet the beast lay crumpled in death. A heavy war spear protruded
from the tawny hide. It had entered the great back above the right
shoulder, and, passing entirely through the body, had pierced the
Jane Porter had risen to her feet; as Clayton turned back to her she
staggered in weakness. He put out his arms to save her from falling,
and then drew her close to him--pressing her head against his shoulder,
he stooped to kiss her in thanksgiving.
Gently the girl pushed him away.
"Please do not do that, William," she said. "I have lived a thousand
years in the past brief moments. I have learned in the face of death
how to live. I do not wish to hurt you more than is necessary; but I
can no longer bear to live out the impossible position I have attempted
because of a false sense of
The diamond-studded locket with the pictures of his mother and father that he had worn always until he had given it as a token of his highest devotion to Jane Clayton before their marriage was missing.Page 11
He had entered the lists in mortal combat and true to the primitive instincts of the wild--the unwritten law of the jungle--one or both must die before the battle ended.Page 17
In the darkness he saw only a naked brown body bending above him; but he still remembered the terrific strength of the mighty muscles that had closed upon his wind and dragged him into the bushes as though he had been but a little child.Page 34
Silent as a disembodied spirit he advanced toward the tree.Page 35
Acting upon the thought he uttered a low growl.Page 45
He had amassed a considerable fund of knowledge concerning the disposition and strength of German troops, their methods of warfare, and the various ways in which a lone Tarmangani might annoy an army and lower its morale.Page 48
She knew that Wilhelmstal lay southeast of her about fifty miles; but, through a combination of untoward circumstances, she found herself unable to determine which was southeast.Page 70
What a brute of a man he must have been and what a glorious tale of battle and kaleidoscopic vicissitudes of fortune must once have been locked within that whitened skull! Tarzan stooped to examine the shreds of clothing that still lay about the bones.Page 76
For a moment the blacks stood paralyzed by astonishment and fear; but presently the burly sergeant, Usanga, who led them, started back along the trail at a run, calling to the others to follow him.Page 87
Which--shall Tarzan dance the Dum-Dum in peace with his brothers, or shall Tarzan kill first?" "I am Go-lat, King of the Apes," screamed the great bull.Page 111
In many of his ways he was more savage than the beasts with which he associated and yet, on the other hand, he was as chivalrous as a knight of old.Page 122
Before departing she had insisted that the man leave a note for Tarzan thanking him for his care of them and bidding him goodbye.Page 126
" "Tell him," said the Englishman, "that if you are not standing in plain sight in this meadow when I return, I will not land, but will carry Usanga back to the British camp and have him hanged.Page 127
Higher and higher rose the plane, swinging in a wide circle above the forest, river, and meadowland and presently, much to his surprise, Usanga discovered that his terror was rapidly waning, so that it was not long before there was forced upon him a consciousness of utter security, and then it was that he began to take notice of the manner in which the white man guided and manipulated the plane.Page 135
wild, would dash the girl to death among the trees.Page 167
Here and there were cross trails and others which joined the main avenue, and always upon each of them were the tracks and scent of the great cats, of Numa, the lion, and Sheeta, the panther.Page 178
"They have all the earmarks," he said.Page 179
"Might be an everyday occurrence from all the effect it has on them," remarked Smith-Oldwick to the girl.Page 200
As he entered, the other soldiers in the room rose to their feet.Page 219
With a sigh of relief, but with unabated caution, he gently slid the trapdoor to one side far enough to permit him to raise his eyes above the level of the roof.