Hazel Strong! What memories the name inspired. It had been a letter
to this girl, penned by the fair hand of Jane Porter, that had carried
to him the first message from the woman he loved. How vividly he
recalled the night he had stolen it from the desk in the cabin of his
long-dead father, where Jane Porter had sat writing it late into the
night, while he crouched in the darkness without. How terror-stricken
she would have been that night had she known that the wild jungle beast
squatted outside her window, watching her every move.
And this was Hazel Strong--Jane Porter's best friend!
Ships That Pass
Let us go back a few months to the little, windswept platform of a
railway station in northern Wisconsin. The smoke of forest fires hangs
low over the surrounding landscape, its acrid fumes smarting the eyes
of a little party of six who stand waiting the coming of the train that
is to bear them away toward the south.
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter, his hands clasped beneath the tails of
his long coat, paces back and forth under the ever-watchful eye of his
faithful secretary, Mr. Samuel T. Philander. Twice within the past few
minutes he has started absent-mindedly across the tracks in the
direction of a near-by swamp, only to be rescued and dragged back by
the tireless Mr. Philander.
Jane Porter, the professor's daughter, is in strained and lifeless
conversation with William Cecil Clayton and Tarzan of the Apes. Within
the little waiting room, but a bare moment before, a confession of love
and a renunciation had taken place that had blighted the lives and
happiness of two of the party, but William Cecil Clayton, Lord
Greystoke, was not one of them.
Behind Miss Porter hovered the motherly Esmeralda. She, too, was
happy, for was she not returning to her beloved Maryland? Already she
could see dimly through the fog of smoke the murky headlight of the
oncoming engine. The men began to gather up the hand baggage.
Suddenly Clayton exclaimed.
"By Jove! I've left my ulster in the waiting-room," and hastened off
to fetch it.
"Good-bye, Jane," said Tarzan, extending his hand. "God bless you!"
"Good-bye," replied the girl faintly. "Try to forget me--no, not
that--I could not bear to think that you had forgotten me."
"There is no danger of that, dear," he answered. "I wish to Heaven
that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through
life always remembering what might have been.
The enemy had no planes and no other observers could have seen the lights from the German lines.Page 36
The other end of the rope Tarzan fastened to the stem of the tree, then he quickly cut the bonds securing Numa's legs and leaped aside as the beast sprang to his feet.Page 47
In the dim light he saw a giant figure bending over him.Page 59
The lion stood astraddle Tarzan with his front paws.Page 66
Never regularly sworn into the service of the King, he was under no obligation to remain now that the moral obligation had been removed, and so it was that he disappeared from the British camp as mysteriously as he had appeared a few months before.Page 106
How easy it would be for one of those great beasts to enter the boma and slay her.Page 125
When Bertha Kircher had repeated Usanga's proposition to the aviator, the latter shrugged his shoulders and with a wry face finally agreed.Page 138
"Before I go won't you tell me you don't hate me any more?" Tarzan's face clouded.Page 141
For a few seconds he watched it speeding evenly eastward, when, to his horror, he saw the speck dive suddenly downward.Page 144
Steadily those yellow-green eyes bored into the clear eyes of the ape-man, and then the sensitive nostrils caught the scent of the fresh blood of Bara and the eyes moved to the carcass lying across the brown shoulder, and there came from the cavernous depths of the savage throat a low whine.Page 152
" For two days Smith-Oldwick worked upon the damaged plane--worked in the face of the fact that from the first he realized the case was hopeless.Page 154
"Magnificent, isn't he?" exclaimed the man.Page 161
" "It is impossible!" exclaimed Smith-Oldwick.Page 169
" He told them who he was, and after the manner of the jungle folk he boasted as to the horrible things he would do to them, but the lions only lay and watched him.Page 184
His face lightened instantly and with strength that he himself did not know he possessed he rose slowly to his feet, albeit somewhat unsteadily.Page 204
But if he did not see he was not long in ignorance of the fact that he was not alone, for scarcely had his feet touched the roof when a heavy body leaped upon him from behind and brawny arms encircled him about the waist.Page 207
Once on the street he was not at a loss as to the direction in which he wished to go, for he had tracked the two Europeans practically to the gate, which he felt assured must have given them entry to the city.Page 215
It was rather more than an alcove, being a fair-sized room heavy with rugs and hangings and soft, pillowed couches.Page 235
They looked up to discover a parrot circling about over their.Page 241
For half a day the ape-man had been either carrying or supporting Smith-Oldwick and now, to his chagrin, he saw that the girl was faltering.