he committed himself even
to the program he was considering.
"Who were Korak and A'ht?" he asked.
"A'ht was a Mangani," replied Meriem, "and Korak a Tarmangani."
"And what, pray, might a Mangani be, and a Tarmangani?"
The girl laughed.
"You are a Tarmangani," she replied. "The Mangani are covered with
hair--you would call them apes."
"Then Korak was a white man?" he asked.
"And he was--ah--your--er--your--?" He paused, for he found it rather
difficult to go on with that line of questioning while the girl's
clear, beautiful eyes were looking straight into his.
"My what?" insisted Meriem, far too unsophisticated in her unspoiled
innocence to guess what the Hon. Morison was driving at.
"Why--ah--your brother?" he stumbled.
"No, Korak was not my brother," she replied.
"Was he your husband, then?" he finally blurted.
Far from taking offense, Meriem broke into a merry laugh.
"My husband!" she cried. "Why how old do you think I am? I am too
young to have a husband. I had never thought of such a thing. Korak
was--why--," and now she hesitated, too, for she never before had
attempted to analyse the relationship that existed between herself and
Korak--"why, Korak was just Korak," and again she broke into a gay
laugh as she realized the illuminating quality of her description.
Looking at her and listening to her the man beside her could not
believe that depravity of any sort or degree entered into the girl's
nature, yet he wanted to believe that she had not been virtuous, for
otherwise his task was less a sinecure--the Hon. Morison was not
entirely without conscience.
For several days the Hon. Morison made no appreciable progress toward
the consummation of his scheme. Sometimes he almost abandoned it for
he found himself time and again wondering how slight might be the
provocation necessary to trick him into making a bona-fide offer of
marriage to Meriem if he permitted himself to fall more deeply in love
with her, and it was difficult to see her daily and not love her.
There was a quality about her which, all unknown to the Hon. Morison,
was making his task an extremely difficult one--it was that quality of
innate goodness and cleanness which is a good girl's stoutest bulwark
and protection--an impregnable barrier that only degeneracy has the
effrontery to assail. The Hon. Morison Baynes would never be
considered a degenerate.
He was sitting with Meriem upon the verandah one evening after the
others had retired. Earlier they had been playing tennis--a game in
which the Hon. Morison shone to advantage, as, in truth, he did
At first he had given the matter but little thought, since, after the death of his wife, the one strong tie that had held him to civilization, he had renounced all mankind, considering himself no longer man, but ape.Page 31
" Tarzan smiled and moved away.Page 60
had struck him and a moment later a half-smile played across his lips.Page 80
Dirty hands were plunged into the food pots and the captured portions devoured so greedily that one might have thought the entire community had been upon the point of starvation.Page 82
Kicking, scratching, striking, biting, she routed the terrified Usanga in short order, and so obsessed was she by her desire to inflict punishment upon her unfaithful lord and master that she quite forgot the object of his infatuation.Page 83
At the rear of the village he discovered a tree whose branches extended over the top of the palisade and a moment later he had dropped quietly into the village.Page 111
The girl wondered what the purpose of the second stake might be, nor did she have long to wait for an explanation.Page 128
If he could but rid himself of her! The thought having taken form persisted, but always it was more than outweighed by the fact that the black sergeant was actually afraid of his woman, so much afraid of her in fact that he would not have dared to attempt to put her out of the way unless he could do so secretly while she slept.Page 129
With it he can buy anything that money will purchase, fine clothes and food and women, all the women he wants.Page 145
But how was he to release him? By removing two stakes there would be left plenty of room for the lion to leap from the pit, which was not of any great depth.Page 158
His two companions looked at him questioningly, and in answer to their implied interrogations he pointed at the ground directly in front of him.Page 185
The two had scarcely mentioned the ape-man since their capture, for each realized fully what his loss meant to them.Page 201
The girl, embarrassed by his bold stare and her scant attire, flushed and, dropping her gaze to the floor, turned away.Page 212
He had passed and the lion had not awakened.Page 218
Nor is it to be wondered at that this offspring of maniacs should have difficulty in orienting himself in the winding mazes of a palace designed by maniacs for a maniac king.Page 219
Directly to the south of him the low roof he stood upon adjoined a much loftier portion of the building, which rose several stories above his head.Page 221
Chapter XXII Out of the Niche Numa, the lion, growled futilely in baffled rage as he slipped back to the ground at the foot of the wall after his unsuccessful attempt to drag down the fleeing ape-man.Page 227
Take the man's spear, Otobu; I see it leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.Page 231
As he approached her, his face distorted by a hideous leer, his features worked rapidly in spasmodic twitches.Page 235
"Calling more lions?" asked Tarzan.