they arrived. Leaving the boy there Hanson rode to the edge
of the plain, leading the boy's horse. There he waited. It was nine
o'clock before he saw a solitary figure galloping toward him from the
direction of the bungalow. A few moments later Meriem drew in her
mount beside him. She was nervous and flushed. When she recognized
Hanson she drew back, startled.
"Mr. Baynes' horse fell on him and sprained his ankle," Hanson hastened
to explain. "He couldn't very well come so he sent me to meet you and
bring you to camp."
The girl could not see in the darkness the gloating, triumphant
expression on the speaker's face.
"We had better hurry," continued Hanson, "for we'll have to move along
pretty fast if we don't want to be overtaken."
"Is he hurt badly?" asked Meriem.
"Only a little sprain," replied Hanson. "He can ride all right; but we
both thought he'd better lie up tonight, and rest, for he'll have
plenty hard riding in the next few weeks."
"Yes," agreed the girl.
Hanson swung his pony about and Meriem followed him. They rode north
along the edge of the jungle for a mile and then turned straight into
it toward the west. Meriem, following, payed little attention to
directions. She did not know exactly where Hanson's camp lay and so
she did not guess that he was not leading her toward it. All night
they rode, straight toward the west. When morning came, Hanson
permitted a short halt for breakfast, which he had provided in
well-filled saddle bags before leaving his camp. Then they pushed on
again, nor did they halt a second time until in the heat of the day he
stopped and motioned the girl to dismount.
"We will sleep here for a time and let the ponies graze," he said.
"I had no idea the camp was so far away," said Meriem.
"I left orders that they were to move on at day break," explained the
trader, "so that we could get a good start. I knew that you and I
could easily overtake a laden safari. It may not be until tomorrow
that we'll catch up with them."
But though they traveled part of the night and all the following day no
sign of the safari appeared ahead of them. Meriem, an adept in jungle
craft, knew that none had passed ahead of them for many days.
Occasionally she saw indications of an old spoor, a very old spoor, of
many men. For
My people have turned against me.Page 9
The moans and the coughing of the big cats mingled with the myriad noises of the lesser denizens of the jungle to fan the savage flame in the breast of this savage English lord.Page 11
Had Tarzan been famished he would, doubtless, have stood his ground and met the lion's charge.Page 12
The first intimation the black man had that he was in danger was the crash of twigs as Numa charged through the bushes into the game trail not twenty yards behind him.Page 18
Had she finally been forced into a union with one of her grotesque priests? It seemed a hideous fate, indeed, for one so beautiful.Page 33
At last Tarzan's knife found the great heart, and with a final, spasmodic struggle the lion rolled over upon the marble floor, dead.Page 39
He had but exhibited the beast's jealous protective instinct for a possession.Page 44
He sighed, threw both arms outward, and turned over on his back mumbling as though in the throes of a bad dream.Page 50
One there was which he was reasonably assured contained her, for it was the only hut before the door of which a sentry had been posted.Page 54
For a moment they held their ground, bristling and defiant;.Page 71
Go your way with her back to Opar, and Tarzan will go his way into the jungle.Page 106
Two hundred yards within the forest a broken branch lay across the trail.Page 110
These were more in line with Chulk's desires than a flowing robe which was constantly getting between one's legs, and catching upon every limb and bush along the leafy trail.Page 111
Nor was it long before the opportunity came.Page 112
He climbed trees and sought for evidence of the direction of the thief's flight; but the faint signs left by a wary ape who elects to travel through the trees eluded the woodcraft of Mugambi.Page 117
spot where once her happy home had stood, she hoped that by coming to the broad plain she might eventually reach one of the numerous Waziri villages that were scattered over the surrounding country, or chance upon a roving band of these indefatigable huntsmen.Page 123
pursue us, and if they do not they will at least ride north with less rapidity than as though they thought that we were ahead of them.Page 129
He must find some excuse to delay the finding of Mohammed Beyd's dead body.Page 135
Why was it that he could not recollect? At least he was sure that in some way the pile of gold, the place where it lay, the subtle aroma of the elusive she he had been pursuing, the memory figure of the white woman, and he himself, were inextricably connected by the ties of a forgotten past.Page 147
By dint of threats, reproaches and profanity the Belgian officer succeeded in persuading his trembling command to fire a volley after the retreating apes.