to believe that in some way he
could obtain the reward, possibly by foisting upon us a white girl on
the chance that so many years had elapsed that we would not be able to
recognize an imposter as such."
"Have you the photograph with you?" asked Lord Greystoke.
The General drew an envelope from his pocket, took a yellowed
photograph from it and handed it to the Englishman.
Tears dimmed the old warrior's eyes as they fell again upon the
pictured features of his lost daughter.
Lord Greystoke examined the photograph for a moment. A queer
expression entered his eyes. He touched a bell at his elbow, and an
instant later a footman entered.
"Ask my son's wife if she will be so good as to come to the library,"
The two men sat in silence. General Jacot was too well bred to show in
any way the chagrin and disappointment he felt in the summary manner in
which Lord Greystoke had dismissed the subject of his call. As soon as
the young lady had come and he had been presented he would make his
departure. A moment later Meriem entered.
Lord Greystoke and General Jacot rose and faced her. The Englishman
spoke no word of introduction--he wanted to mark the effect of the
first sight of the girl's face on the Frenchman, for he had a theory--a
heaven-born theory that had leaped into his mind the moment his eyes
had rested on the baby face of Jeanne Jacot.
General Jacot took one look at Meriem, then he turned toward Lord
"How long have you known it?" he asked, a trifle accusingly.
"Since you showed me that photograph a moment ago," replied the
"It is she," said Jacot, shaking with suppressed emotion; "but she does
not recognize me--of course she could not." Then he turned to Meriem.
"My child," he said, "I am your--"
But she interrupted him with a quick, glad cry, as she ran toward him
with outstretched arms.
"I know you! I know you!" she cried. "Oh, now I remember," and the
old man folded her in his arms.
Jack Clayton and his mother were summoned, and when the story had been
told them they were only glad that little Meriem had found a father and
"And really you didn't marry an Arab waif after all," said Meriem.
"Isn't it fine!"
"You are fine," replied The Killer. "I married my little Meriem, and I
don't care, for my part, whether she is an Arab, or just a little
"She is neither, my son,"
Nor, could you have read the thoughts which passed through that active, healthy brain, the longings and desires and aspirations which the sight of Teeka inspired, would you have been any more inclined to give credence to the reality of the origin of the ape-man.Page 4
His own method of fighting seemed best fitted to his build and to his armament.Page 9
He placed his hand over his heart and wondered what had happened to him.Page 11
Seizing the bars of his prison, he shook them frantically, and all the while he roared and growled terrifically.Page 17
They had entered his jungle but a short time before--the first of their kind to encroach upon the age-old supremacy of the beasts which laired there.Page 25
The afternoon wore on.Page 36
Taug, but a moment before filled with rage toward Tarzan of the Apes, stood close to the battling pair, his red-rimmed, wicked little eyes glaring at them.Page 38
her hairy breast, and put out his hands to take the little one, expecting that Teeka would bare her fangs and spring upon him; but instead she placed the balu in his arms, and coming nearer, licked his frightful wounds.Page 41
The suggestion that he consult the blacks appealed to.Page 49
All the way back to the stamping ground of the apes, Tarzan sought for an explanation of the strange power which had stayed his hand and prevented him from slaying Mbonga.Page 53
Who made Histah, the snake? 5 Tarzan and the Black Boy TARZAN OF THE Apes sat at the foot of a great tree braiding a new grass rope.Page 69
With the acquisition of Go-bu-balu, Tarzan had come to realize the responsibilities and sorrows of parentage, without its joys.Page 80
Instantly all was explained--the wailing and lamentation, the pleading of the black mother, the sympathetic howling of the shes about the fire.Page 90
The chief was in a quandary.Page 112
The sun had been up for some time, and the tribe had already wandered off in search of food.Page 115
He had always been a joker, the only joker in the grim and terrible company; but now as he lay there half dead from his hurts, he almost swore a solemn oath forever to forego practical joking--almost; but not quite.Page 124
Tarzan realized that he was falling asleep, and just as the realization was borne in upon him and he had decided to relinquish himself to an inclination which had assumed almost the proportions of a physical pain, he was aroused by the opening of the cabin door.Page 133
Strange as it might appear, he had never before looked beneath the bed.Page 151
And as Rabba Kega turned, a lithe figure shot outward and downward from the tree above upon his broad shoulders.Page 156
With this he made his way back through the jungle toward the village of the blacks, stopping to hunt and feed upon the way, and, in the afternoon, even napping for an hour, so that it was already dusk when he entered the great tree which overhung the palisade and gave him a view of the entire village.