The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Page 195

the day came, and a young woman whom Jane Porter had not seen
before came with several others to her dungeon. Here some sort of
ceremony was performed--that it was of a religious nature the girl was
sure, and so she took new heart, and rejoiced that she had fallen among
people upon whom the refining and softening influences of religion
evidently had fallen. They would treat her humanely--of that she was
now quite sure.

And so when they led her from her dungeon, through long, dark
corridors, and up a flight of concrete steps to a brilliant courtyard,
she went willingly, even gladly--for was she not among the servants of
God? It might be, of course, that their interpretation of the supreme
being differed from her own, but that they owned a god was sufficient
evidence to her that they were kind and good.

But when she saw a stone altar in the center of the courtyard, and
dark-brown stains upon it and the nearby concrete of the floor, she
began to wonder and to doubt. And as they stooped and bound her
ankles, and secured her wrists behind her, her doubts were turned to
fear. A moment later, as she was lifted and placed supine across the
altar's top, hope left her entirely, and she trembled in an agony of
fright.

During the grotesque dance of the votaries which followed, she lay
frozen in horror, nor did she require the sight of the thin blade in
the hands of the high priestess as it rose slowly above her to
enlighten her further as to her doom.

As the hand began its descent, Jane Porter closed her eyes and sent up
a silent prayer to the Maker she was so soon to face--then she
succumbed to the strain upon her tired nerves, and swooned.


Day and night Tarzan of the Apes raced through the primeval forest
toward the ruined city in which he was positive the woman he loved lay
either a prisoner or dead.

In a day and a night he covered the same distance that the fifty
frightful men had taken the better part of a week to traverse, for
Tarzan of the Apes traveled along the middle terrace high above the
tangled obstacles that impede progress upon the ground.

The story the young bull ape had told made it clear to him that the
girl captive had been Jane Porter, for there was not another small
white "she" in all the jungle. The "bulls" he had recognized from the
ape's crude description as the grotesque parodies upon

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