the two leaped for
their victim. Each grasped a leg, and before Tarzan of the Apes,
lightning though he was, could turn to save himself he had been pitched
over the low rail and was falling into the Atlantic.
Hazel Strong was looking from her darkened port across the dark sea.
Suddenly a body shot past her eyes from the deck above. It dropped so
quickly into the dark waters below that she could not be sure of what
it was--it might have been a man, she could not say. She listened for
some outcry from above--for the always-fearsome call, "Man overboard!"
but it did not come. All was silence on the ship above--all was
silence in the sea below.
The girl decided that she had but seen a bundle of refuse thrown
overboard by one of the ship's crew, and a moment later sought her
The Wreck of the "Lady Alice"
The next morning at breakfast Tarzan's place was vacant. Miss Strong
was mildly curious, for Mr. Caldwell had always made it a point to wait
that he might breakfast with her and her mother. As she was sitting on
deck later Monsieur Thuran paused to exchange a half dozen pleasant
words with her. He seemed in most excellent spirits--his manner was
the extreme of affability. As he passed on Miss Strong thought what a
very delightful man was Monsieur Thuran.
The day dragged heavily. She missed the quiet companionship of Mr.
Caldwell--there had been something about him that had made the girl
like him from the first; he had talked so entertainingly of the places
he had seen--the peoples and their customs--the wild beasts; and he had
always had a droll way of drawing striking comparisons between savage
animals and civilized men that showed a considerable knowledge of the
former, and a keen, though somewhat cynical, estimate of the latter.
When Monsieur Thuran stopped again to chat with her in the afternoon
she welcomed the break in the day's monotony. But she had begun to
become seriously concerned in Mr. Caldwell's continued absence;
somehow she constantly associated it with the start she had had the
night before, when the dark object fell past her port into the sea.
Presently she broached the subject to Monsieur Thuran. Had he seen Mr.
Caldwell today? He had not. Why?
"He was not at breakfast as usual, nor have I seen him once since
yesterday," explained the girl.
Monsieur Thuran was extremely solicitous.
"I did not have the pleasure of intimate acquaintance with Mr.
It rides a bicycle, eats with knife and fork, counts up to ten, and ever so many other wonderful things, and can I go and see it too? Oh, please, Mother--please let me.Page 20
from responsibility, placing that upon the ape, who would thus also be punished for his refusal longer to support the Russian.Page 27
The lad pinioned his wrists.Page 62
His nerves tingled at the savage sight.Page 80
Today was no exception.Page 100
Presently an idea flashed through his brain.Page 106
"I should like to go free," she said, "and go back to Korak.Page 119
Let us ask them to accompany us.Page 120
For a moment Korak feared that he should be torn to pieces; but his fear was for Meriem.Page 121
He told them of Meriem, and of their life in the jungle where they were the friends of all the ape folk from little Manu to Mangani, the great ape.Page 124
He courted death in a hundred ways and a hundred forms.Page 132
Again his piteous wail touched the tender heart strings of the girl.Page 162
The rebuffs that he had met at the hands of men, both black and white, had had their effect upon his mind while yet it was in a formative state, and easily influenced.Page 164
A little later Hanson and one of his black boys rode out of camp.Page 194
It struggled weakly and struck at him; but Korak paid no more attention than Tantor to an ant.Page 196
How was he to cross.Page 197
Tantor and Korak approached from the north.Page 198
"He sent me to you.Page 200
"Who are you?" he asked in French.Page 205
Who might it be--the tones were those of a man.