They had entered the mountains now, and were progressing more slowly,
for the trail was steeper and very rocky.
For a few minutes they had been silent. The girl was wondering if they
would reach her father's DOUAR before the pursuit had overtaken them.
Tarzan was wishing that they might walk on thus forever. If the girl
were only a man they might. He longed for a friend who loved the same
wild life that he loved. He had learned to crave companionship, but it
was his misfortune that most of the men he knew preferred immaculate
linen and their clubs to nakedness and the jungle. It was, of course,
difficult to understand, yet it was very evident that they did.
The two had just turned a projecting rock around which the trail ran
when they were brought to a sudden stop. There, before them, directly
in the middle of the path, stood Numa, EL ADREA, the black lion. His
green eyes looked very wicked, and he bared his teeth, and lashed his
bay-black sides with his angry tail. Then he roared--the fearsome,
terror-inspiring roar of the hungry lion which is also angry.
"Your knife," said Tarzan to the girl, extending his hand. She slipped
the hilt of the weapon into his waiting palm. As his fingers closed
upon it he drew her back and pushed her behind him. "Walk back to the
desert as rapidly as you can. If you hear me call you will know that
all is well, and you may return."
"It is useless," she replied, resignedly. "This is the end."
"Do as I tell you," he commanded. "Quickly! He is about to charge."
The girl dropped back a few paces, where she stood watching for the
terrible sight that she knew she should soon witness.
The lion was advancing slowly toward Tarzan, his nose to the ground,
like a challenging bull, his tail extended now and quivering as though
with intense excitement.
The ape-man stood, half crouching, the long Arab knife glistening in
the moonlight. Behind him the tense figure of the girl, motionless as
a carven statue. She leaned slightly forward, her lips parted, her
eyes wide. Her only conscious thought was wonder at the bravery of the
man who dared face with a puny knife the lord with the large head. A
man of her own blood would have knelt in prayer and gone down beneath
those awful fangs without resistance. In either case the result would
It was at the edge of this plain which came suddenly and unexpectedly before the eyes of the guides that their sad hearts beat with renewed hope.Page 4
The first sight that met his eyes set the red haze of hate and bloodlust across his vision, for there, crucified against the wall of the living-room, was Wasimbu, giant son of the faithful Muviro and for over a year the personal bodyguard of Lady Jane.Page 23
I do not know anything about--" "Descend!" snapped Tarzan, raising the point of his spear.Page 28
A slow smile touched his lips as his finger closed gradually upon the trigger.Page 32
It was in numerous little ways such as these that he differed from other men, due, probably, to his early jungle training.Page 52
Doubtless he would drag the remains of his kill into the bush for hiding and, as there could be no doubt that he considered her part of his prey, he would certainly come back for her, or possibly drag her in first and kill her.Page 78
At the palaver it developed that the village chief had food, goats, and fowl which he would be glad to dispose of for a proper consideration; but as the consideration would have meant parting with precious rifles and ammunition, or the very clothing from their backs, Usanga began to see that after all it might be forced upon him to wage war to obtain food.Page 79
Bertha Kircher felt that only she might save her and that she would save her if word could be but gotten to her.Page 82
The two had departed but a few minutes when the warrior guard returned.Page 96
She was not.Page 100
"You must not show your fear.Page 110
By various gestures he seemed to be trying to explain something to her and at last she caught at the germ of his idea--that her white man was a prisoner there.Page 129
" The girl shook her head.Page 130
"Will you do something for me?" she asked.Page 152
I will help you all I can if you will tell me what I may do.Page 163
As the two advanced the others drew slowly back and, finally separating, moved off to either side.Page 214
The fellow's face, livid with insane rage and, possibly, jealousy, was twitching violently, accentuating the maniacal expression that it habitually wore.Page 223
"The lions didn't seem to pay much attention to me and I climbed out of the place by way of a tree and through a window into a room on the second floor.Page 236
"It's Numa of the pit," he called back to his companions, and to Otobu, "Do not fear, this lion will not harm us.Page 242
Yes, surely I can go on.