battle like a wild beast in
self-preservation. It became plain to them that the man had been
guided by instinct rather than reason in his attack upon them. He had
not understood their intentions. To him they had been little different
from any of the various forms of life he had been accustomed to in his
native jungle, where practically all were his enemies.
"Your pride has been wounded," said D'Arnot, in conclusion. "It is the
fact that this man overcame you that hurts the most. But you need feel
no shame. You would not make apologies for defeat had you been penned
in that small room with an African lion, or with the great Gorilla of
"And yet you were battling with muscles that have time and time again
been pitted, and always victoriously, against these terrors of the dark
continent. It is no disgrace to fall beneath the superhuman strength
of Tarzan of the Apes."
And then, as the men stood looking first at Tarzan and then at their
superior the ape-man did the one thing which was needed to erase the
last remnant of animosity which they might have felt for him. With
outstretched hand he advanced toward them.
"I am sorry for the mistake I made," he said simply. "Let us be
friends." And that was the end of the whole matter, except that Tarzan
became a subject of much conversation in the barracks of the police,
and increased the number of his friends by four brave men at least.
On their return to D'Arnot's apartments the lieutenant found a letter
awaiting him from an English friend, William Cecil Clayton, Lord
Greystoke. The two had maintained a correspondence since the birth of
their friendship on that ill-fated expedition in search of Jane Porter
after her theft by Terkoz, the bull ape.
"They are to be married in London in about two months," said D'Arnot,
as he completed his perusal of the letter. Tarzan did not need to be
told who was meant by "they." He made no reply, but he was very quiet
and thoughtful during the balance of the day.
That evening they attended the opera. Tarzan's mind was still occupied
by his gloomy thoughts. He paid little or no attention to what was
transpiring upon the stage. Instead he saw only the lovely vision of a
beautiful American girl, and heard naught but a sad, sweet voice
acknowledging that his love was returned. And she was to marry another!
He shook himself to
Foster to have the boats in readiness to lower away if we find that they're short of boats on the brigantine.Page 45
Across the deck Theriere was dragging himself painfully to his hands and knees, as though to attempt the impossible feat of crawling back to the cabin hatch.Page 53
A coward at heart, he lost every vestige of his nerve at this crucial moment of his life.Page 66
There had been no sound above the muffled tread of the seamen.Page 99
Byrne," replied the girl.Page 110
Only please don't look at me that way any more--it's more than I can stand, from you.Page 121
The crack of the mucker's revolver, growing fainter and fainter, as they drew away from the scene of conflict, apprised the men that their rescuer still lived.Page 146
Her face was brave and smiling, and in her eyes was trust and pride--whole worlds of them.Page 154
He handed one to Bridge.Page 163
"Now maybe we are both wrong--maybe Knibbs and Kipling and Service didn't write poetry, and some people will say as much; but whatever it is it gets you and me in the same way, and so in this respect we are equals.Page 167
United States currency in denominations of five, ten, and twenty-dollar bills lay snugly inserted between the leaves of the Bible.Page 179
" "I was born and brought up on 'dat,'" explained Billy.Page 185
Why, me an' him's just like brudders.Page 193
"So long, boes!" he cried, and with a wave of his hand wheeled about and spurred back along the trail over which they had just come.Page 195
" "Oh, they was all croaked before we'd been gone two hours.Page 214
" Billy hesitated.Page 251
" "Someone get a rope.Page 253
" "Senor Grayson has run away," went on the other speaker.Page 257
as they approached higher ground, or wound through gullies and ravines it was lost to their sight; but always they kept it as their goal.Page 269
Billy Byrne leaped to his feet, shaking himself as a great mastiff might whose coat had been ruffled in a fight.