the wild, free existence of
her earlier childhood.
Then would come again visions of Korak, and, tired at last of leaping
and swinging through the trees, she would stretch herself comfortably
upon a branch and dream. And presently, as today, she found the
features of Korak slowly dissolve and merge into those of another, and
the figure of a tanned, half-naked tarmangani become a khaki clothed
Englishman astride a hunting pony.
And while she dreamed there came to her ears from a distance, faintly,
the terrified bleating of a kid. Meriem was instantly alert. You or
I, even had we been able to hear the pitiful wail at so great distance,
could not have interpreted it; but to Meriem it meant a species of
terror that afflicts the ruminant when a carnivore is near and escape
It had been both a pleasure and a sport of Korak's to rob Numa of his
prey whenever possible, and Meriem too had often joyed in the thrill
of snatching some dainty morsel almost from the very jaws of the king
of beasts. Now, at the sound of the kid's bleat, all the well
remembered thrills recurred. Instantly she was all excitement to play
again the game of hide and seek with death.
Quickly she loosened her riding skirt and tossed it aside--it was a
heavy handicap to successful travel in the trees. Her boots and
stockings followed the skirt, for the bare sole of the human foot does
not slip upon dry or even wet bark as does the hard leather of a boot.
She would have liked to discard her riding breeches also, but the
motherly admonitions of My Dear had convinced Meriem that it was not
good form to go naked through the world.
At her hip hung a hunting knife. Her rifle was still in its boot at
her pony's withers. Her revolver she had not brought.
The kid was still bleating as Meriem started rapidly in its direction,
which she knew was straight toward a certain water hole which had once
been famous as a rendezvous for lions. Of late there had been no
evidence of carnivora in the neighborhood of this drinking place; but
Meriem was positive that the bleating of the kid was due to the
presence of either lion or panther.
But she would soon know, for she was rapidly approaching the terrified
animal. She wondered as she hastened onward that the sounds continued
to come from the same point. Why did the kid not run away? And then
Sloughed from him was the last vestige of artificial caste--once again he was the primeval hunter--the first.Page 26
"What has happened? Why are you lowering the shutters?" Mugambi pointed out across the plain to where a white-robed force of mounted men was now distinctly visible.Page 60
In fact they did not question either.Page 74
It was night when he halted outside the palisaded village of the Arab raider.Page 81
Again Tarzan loosed a swift bolt.Page 83
In vain he protested against such treatment, until a strapping soldier struck him across the mouth and threatened to shoot him if he did not desist.Page 86
Behind him came another and another; but Lady Greystoke did not wait to learn how many more of the hideous creatures were so close upon her trail.Page 95
The following day the Abyssinian soldiers were surprised to receive an order which turned their faces from the northeast to the south.Page 108
with him, backed slowly down the trail until a turn hid him from the view of the watchful Arab.Page 111
Instantly he was all excitement.Page 114
She saw that the lion had killed the ape, and that he was devouring his prey less than fifty feet from where she lay; but what could she do? Her hands and feet were bound.Page 118
His tall figure presented a perfect target to the perfidious assassin.Page 120
Jane Clayton was again confined to the prison hut she had formerly occupied, but as she realized that this was but a part of the deception which she and Frecoult were playing upon the credulous raiders, it was with quite a different sensation that she again entered the vile and filthy interior, from that which she had previously experienced, when hope was so far away.Page 121
"Greetings!" replied Werper.Page 124
The man's name is Werper.Page 130
"Morning will bring discovery of this," and she pointed to the still body of Mohammed Beyd.Page 142
23 A Night of Terror To Jane Clayton, waiting in the tree where Werper had placed her, it seemed that the long night would never end, yet end it did at last, and within an hour of the coming of dawn her spirits leaped with renewed hope at sight of a solitary horseman approaching along the trail.Page 147
Werper had managed to sit up.Page 149
The apes trailed out behind the two white men for a matter of a few miles; but presently their interest lagged, the foremost of them halted in a little glade and the others stopped at his side.Page 152
"The Waziri," commented Tarzan with a grim smile.