They sniffed at him from every angle. When he spoke to them in their
own tongue they were filled with wonder and delight. They talked to
him and listened while he spoke. 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.
"The Gomangani, who are keeping Meriem from me, are no friends of
yours," he said. "They kill you. The baboons of the low country are
too few to go against them. They tell me that you are very many and
very brave--that your numbers are as the numbers of the grasses upon
the plains or the leaves within the forest, and that even Tantor, the
elephant, fears you, so brave you are. They told me that you would be
happy to accompany us to the village of the Gomangani and punish these
bad people while I, Korak, The Killer, carry away my Meriem."
The king ape puffed out his chest and strutted about very stiff-legged
indeed. So also did many of the other great bulls of his nation. They
were pleased and flattered by the words of the strange Tarmangani, who
called himself Mangani and spoke the language of the hairy progenitors
"Yes," said one, "we of the hill country are mighty fighters. Tantor
fears us. Numa fears us. Sheeta fears us. The Gomangani of the hill
country are glad to pass us by in peace. I, for one, will come with
you to the village of the Gomangani of the low places. I am the king's
first he-child. Alone can I kill all the Gomangani of the low
country," and he swelled his chest and strutted proudly back and forth,
until the itching back of a comrade commanded his industrious attention.
"I am Goob," cried another. "My fighting fangs are long. They are
sharp. They are strong. Into the soft flesh of many a Gomangani have
they been buried. Alone I slew the sister of Sheeta. Goob will go to
the low country with you and kill so many of the Gomangani that there
will be none left to count the dead," and then he, too, strutted and
pranced before the admiring eyes of the shes and the young.
Korak looked at the king, questioningly.
"Your bulls are very brave," he said; "but braver than any is the king."
Thus addressed, the shaggy bull, still
"Pardon," said the man brusquely, attempting to pass to one side.Page 10
So it was this beautiful young woman Rokoff had been persecuting.Page 25
If its representatives say 'Come,' you must come; if they say 'Go,' you must go.Page 28
With the instinct that was his by virtue of training he looked up squarely into the eyes that were looking at him, to find that they were shining from the smiling face of Olga, Countess de Coude.Page 51
Here he found Gernois with the column, but there was no sign of the stranger.Page 62
There was a mad clatter of galloping hoofs, a volley of shots from both sides, and the Arabs withdrew to repeat the maneuver; but there were now only four against the two.Page 64
It was with real regret that he saw them depart, and he sat his horse at the opening to the pass, as far as which he had accompanied them, gazing after the little party as long as he could catch a glimpse of them.Page 65
None other than Mr.Page 66
And there are moments of quiet and restfulness by day, and vistas of exquisite beauty.Page 80
From the signs, though, I rather think that his prey escaped him.Page 89
The taller of the two had sandy hair, but his eyebrows were very black.Page 95
Tarzan spent quite a little time with Miss Strong and her mother.Page 100
Caldwell is not found on board I shall always be positive that it was he whom I saw fall past my port.Page 105
Poor fellow, I have so often intended asking you about him, but I never have been able to think of it when we were together.Page 108
In the boat with her were three sailors, Clayton, and Monsieur Thuran.Page 174
"It is the Chamber of the Dead.Page 175
Come, let us see how far we may go toward liberty before I must return.Page 180
If it had seemed a difficult task to descend the face of the bowlder, Tarzan soon found that it would be next to impossible to get his fifty warriors to the summit.Page 188
He was not happy--that he never could be again, but he was at least as far from everything that might remind him of his past misery as he could be.Page 197
If he could but get one end of his grass rope caught upon some projection at the top of that tantalizing aperture! In the instant's pause and thought an idea occurred to him.