the girl breathed freely once again,
smiling in response.
"What manner of man are you?" she asked. "The thing you have done is
unheard of. Even now I cannot believe that it is possible for a lone
man armed only with a knife to have fought hand to hand with EL ADREA
and conquered him, unscathed--to have conquered him at all. And that
cry--it was not human. Why did you do that?"
Tarzan flushed. "It is because I forget," he said, "sometimes, that I
am a civilized man. When I kill it must be that I am another
creature." He did not try to explain further, for it always seemed to
him that a woman must look with loathing upon one who was yet so nearly
Together they continued their journey. The sun was an hour high when
they came out into the desert again beyond the mountains. Beside a
little rivulet they found the girl's horses grazing. They had come
this far on their way home, and with the cause of their fear no longer
present had stopped to feed.
With little trouble Tarzan and the girl caught them, and, mounting,
rode out into the desert toward the DOUAR of Sheik Kadour ben Saden.
No sign of pursuit developed, and they came in safety about nine
o'clock to their destination. The sheik had but just returned. He was
frantic with grief at the absence of his daughter, whom he thought had
been again abducted by the marauders. With fifty men he was already
mounted to go in search of her when the two rode into the DOUAR.
His joy at the safe return of his daughter was only equaled by his
gratitude to Tarzan for bringing her safely to him through the dangers
of the night, and his thankfulness that she had been in time to save
the man who had once saved her.
No honor that Kadour ben Saden could heap upon the ape-man in
acknowledgment of his esteem and friendship was neglected. When the
girl had recited the story of the slaying of EL ADREA Tarzan was
surrounded by a mob of worshiping Arabs--it was a sure road to their
admiration and respect.
The old sheik insisted that Tarzan remain indefinitely as his guest.
He even wished to adopt him as a member of the tribe, and there was for
some time a half-formed resolution in the ape-man's mind to accept and
remain forever with these wild people, whom he understood and who
seemed to understand him.
she added, "do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos?" The slave girl laughed gaily.Page 8
The instruments were of skeel, the string of gut, and were shaped to fit the left forearm of the dancer, to which it was strapped.Page 17
Then she commenced to feel concern--not for her own safety but for the anxiety of her parents and the dangers that the inevitable searchers must face.Page 25
The Barsoomian day had ended, and then the brief period of twilight that renders the transition from daylight to darkness almost as abrupt as the switching off of an electric light, and Tara of Helium had found no sanctuary.Page 27
was heavy with ripe fruit.Page 34
Straight for that beautiful body she sprang and in the instant that the arms closed to seize her her sharp.Page 76
Three times the panthan's blade changed its position--once to fend a savage cut; once to feint; and once to thrust.Page 87
Directly opposite him were two women and a man.Page 89
They had evidently passed on and now he would return to the street and continue upon his way.Page 98
for food and water.Page 121
Between them, though, there lies a country of torn rocks and yawning chasms.Page 148
"Of this, the second game of the first day of the Jeddak's Games in the four hundred and thirty-third year of O-Tar, Jeddak of Manator, the Princesses of each side shall be the sole stakes and to the survivors of the winning side shall belong both the Princesses, to do with as they shall see fit.Page 150
Another move and the game would be lost to Gahan unless the Orange Odwar was overthrown, or Tara moved to a position of safety; but to move his Princess now would be to admit his belief in the superiority of the Orange.Page 157
Instantly the avenue was a pandemonium of clashing blades, cursing warriors, and squealing thoats.Page 161
Before them Tara's deliverer was wiping the blood from his sword upon the hair of his victim.Page 162
A woman bought me--a princess of Manataj whose wealth and position were unequaled in the city of her birth.Page 165
"You have no right to assume aught else than my lips testify.Page 170
To enter this portion of the palace at all had required all the.Page 178
"She is no Corphal and she is a princess--a princess of Helium, and, by the golden hair of the Holy Hekkador, she is beautiful.Page 193
Where was he? What, indeed, could he accomplish now to save her? Surrounded by the power of O-Tar with never a friend among them, her position seemed at last without vestige of hope.