time with his knife. There was but a single
hope--a lone alternative. And with the quickness of thought the
A brawny arm flew back--for the briefest fraction of an instant a huge
spear poised above the giant's shoulder--and then the mighty arm shot
out, and swift death tore through the intervening leaves to bury itself
in the heart of the leaping lion. Without a sound he rolled over at
the very feet of his intended victims--dead.
For a moment neither the man nor the woman moved. Then the latter
opened her eyes to look with wonder upon the dead beast behind her
companion. As that beautiful head went up Tarzan of the Apes gave a
gasp of incredulous astonishment. Was he mad? It could not be the
woman he loved! But, indeed, it was none other.
And the woman rose, and the man took her in his arms to kiss her, and
of a sudden the ape-man saw red through a bloody mist of murder, and
the old scar upon his forehead burned scarlet against his brown hide.
There was a terrible expression upon his savage face as he fitted a
poisoned shaft to his bow. An ugly light gleamed in those gray eyes as
he sighted full at the back of the unsuspecting man beneath him.
For an instant he glanced along the polished shaft, drawing the
bowstring far back, that the arrow might pierce through the heart for
which it was aimed.
But he did not release the fatal messenger. Slowly the point of the
arrow drooped; the scar upon the brown forehead faded; the bowstring
relaxed; and Tarzan of the Apes, with bowed head, turned sadly into the
jungle toward the village of the Waziri.
The Fifty Frightful Men
For several long minutes Jane Porter and William Cecil Clayton stood
silently looking at the dead body of the beast whose prey they had so
narrowly escaped becoming.
The girl was the first to speak again after her outbreak of impulsive
"Who could it have been?" she whispered.
"God knows!" was the man's only reply.
"If it is a friend, why does he not show himself?" continued Jane.
"Wouldn't it be well to call out to him, and at least thank him?"
Mechanically Clayton did her bidding, but there was no response.
Jane Porter shuddered. "The mysterious jungle," she murmured. "The
terrible jungle. It renders even the manifestations of friendship
"We had best return to the shelter," said Clayton. "You will be at
least a little safer there. I
4 Prophecy and Fulfillment Then Tarzan turned his attention to the man.Page 15
Then he crumpled into a little, wrinkled heap and died.Page 19
He clutched it to his bosom in an ecstasy of avarice.Page 24
The priestesses, her votaresses, screamed and fled madly toward the exits.Page 34
"I am Tarzan?" The ape-man shrugged.Page 35
The former glanced at the Belgian and saw that he was unarmed.Page 55
At the river, Tarzan drank his fill and bathed.Page 88
Also, there was the compelling urge to be upon the scent of the Arabs, undertaking the rescue of the woman who had appealed so strongly to his savage sentiments; though the thought-word which naturally occurred to him in the contemplation of the venture, was "capture," rather than "rescue.Page 89
To set out upon a long journey, with a definite destination in view, is one thing, to remember that purpose and keep it uppermost in one's mind continually is quite another.Page 98
A hasty examination revealed the fact that it was empty,.Page 107
could look down in comparative safety upon the fighters.Page 112
Tarzan might have followed them; but no ordinary mortal could perceive them, or perceiving, translate.Page 118
If the Belgian had entertained any doubts as to the woman's knowledge of his part in the perfidious attack upon her home and herself, it was quickly dissipated by the genuine friendliness of her greeting.Page 121
"It is well," said Mohammed Beyd, blowing a little puff of blue smoke straight out before him.Page 125
He followed your husband, and planned to steal his gold from him.Page 126
flanked the little rustic gate before her.Page 127
She was for him and him alone.Page 130
"It will require nerve and courage on your part; but you have already shown that you possess both.Page 133
The following morning he was awakened by the excited voice of Mohammed Beyd's slave calling to him at the entrance of his tent.Page 149
There they sat peering from beneath their shaggy brows at the figures of the two men forging steadily ahead, until the latter disappeared in the leafy trail beyond the clearing.