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The Return Of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs


1 The Affair on the Liner
2 Forging Bonds of Hate and ----?
3 What Happened in the Rue Maule
4 The Countess Explains
5 The Plot That Failed
6 A Duel
7 The Dancing Girl of Sidi Aissa
8 The Fight in the Desert
9 Numa "El Adrea"

10 Through the Valley of the Shadow
11 John CaldwellLondon
12 Ships That Pass
13 The Wreck of the "Lady Alice"
14 Back to the Primitive
15 From Ape to Savage
16 The Ivory Raiders
17 The White Chief of the Waziri
18 The Lottery of Death
19 The City of Gold
20 La
21 The Castaways
22 The Treasure Vaults of Opar
23 The Fifty Frightful Men
24 How Tarzan Came Again to Opar
25 Through the Forest Primeval
26 The Passing of the Ape-Man

Chapter I

The Affair on the Liner

Magnifique!ejaculated the Countess de Coudebeneath
her breath.

Eh?questioned the countturning toward his young wife.
What is it that is magnificent?and the count bent his eyes
in various directions in quest of the object of her admiration.

Oh, nothing at all, my dear,replied the countessa slight
flush momentarily coloring her already pink cheek. "I was but
recalling with admiration those stupendous skyscrapersas
they call themof New York and the fair countess settled
herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed
the magazine which nothing at all" had caused her to let
fall upon her lap.

Her husband again buried himself in his bookbut not
without a mild wonderment that three days out from New
York his countess should suddenly have realized an
admiration for the very buildings she had but recently
characterized as horrid.

Presently the count put down his book. "It is very tiresome
Olga he said. I think that I shall hunt up some
others who may be equally boredand see if we cannot find
enough for a game of cards."

You are not very gallant, my husband,replied the young
womansmilingbut as I am equally bored I can forgive you.
Go and play at your tiresome old cards, then, if you will.

When he had gone she let her eyes wander slyly to the figure
of a tall young man stretched lazily in a chair not far distant.

MAGNIFIQUE!she breathed once more.

The Countess Olga de Coude was twenty. Her husband forty.
She was a very faithful and loyal wifebut as she had had
nothing whatever to do with the selection of a husband
it is not at all unlikely that she was not wildly and
passionately in love with the one that fate and her titled
Russian father had selected for her. Howeversimply because
she was surprised into a tiny exclamation of approval at sight
of a splendid young stranger it must not be inferred therefrom
that her thoughts were in any way disloyal to her spouse.
She merely admiredas she might have admired a particularly
fine specimen of any species. Furthermorethe young man
was unquestionably good to look at.

As her furtive glance rested upon his profile he rose to leave
the deck. The Countess de Coude beckoned to a passing steward.
Who is that gentleman?she asked.

He is booked, madam, as Monsieur Tarzan, of Africa,
replied the steward.

Rather a large estate,thought the girlbut now her
interest was still further aroused.

As Tarzan walked slowly toward the smoking-room he
came unexpectedly upon two men whispering excitedly just
without. He would have vouchsafed them not even a passing
thought but for the strangely guilty glance that one of them
shot in his direction. They reminded Tarzan of melodramatic
villains he had seen at the theaters in Paris. Both were very
darkand thisin connection with the shrugs and stealthy
glances that accompanied their palpable intriguinglent still
greater force to the similarity.

Tarzan entered the smoking-roomand sought a chair a
little apart from the others who were there. He felt in no
mood for conversationand as he sipped his absinth he let
his mind run rather sorrowfully over the past few weeks of
his life. Time and again he had wondered if he had acted
wisely in renouncing his birthright to a man to whom he
owed nothing. It is true that he liked Claytonbut--ahbut
that was not the question. It was not for William Cecil Clayton
Lord Greystokethat he had denied his birth. It was for
the woman whom both he and Clayton had lovedand whom a

strange freak of fate had given to Clayton instead of to him.

That she loved him made the thing doubly difficult to bear
yet he knew that he could have done nothing less than he
did do that night within the little railway station in the far
Wisconsin woods. To him her happiness was the first consideration
of alland his brief experience with civilization and civilized
men had taught him that without money and position life to
most of them was unendurable.

Jane Porter had been born to bothand had Tarzan taken
them away from her future husband it would doubtless have
plunged her into a life of misery and torture. That she would
have spurned Clayton once he had been stripped of both his
title and his estates never for once occurred to Tarzanfor
he credited to others the same honest loyalty that was so
inherent a quality in himself. Norin this instancehad he erred.
Could any one thing have further bound Jane Porter to her
promise to Clayton it would have been in the nature
of some such misfortune as this overtaking him.

Tarzan's thoughts drifted from the past to the future.
He tried to look forward with pleasurable sensations to his
return to the jungle of his birth and boyhood; the cruelfierce
jungle in which he had spent twenty of his twenty-two years.
But who or what of all the myriad jungle life would there
be to welcome his return? Not one. Only Tantorthe elephant
could he call friend. The others would hunt him or
flee from him as had been their way in the past.

Not even the apes of his own tribe would extend the hand
of fellowship to him.

If civilization had done nothing else for Tarzan of the
Apesit had to some extent taught him to crave the society
of his own kindand to feel with genuine pleasure the
congenial warmth of companionship. And in the same ratio
had it made any other life distasteful to him. It was difficult
to imagine a world without a friend--without a living thing
who spoke the new tongues which Tarzan had learned to
love so well. And so it was that Tarzan looked with little
relish upon the future he had mapped out for himself.

As he sat musing over his cigarette his eyes fell upon a
mirror before himand in it he saw reflected a table at which
four men sat at cards. Presently one of them rose to leave
and then another approachedand Tarzan could see that he
courteously offered to fill the vacant chairthat the game
might not be interrupted. He was the smaller of the two whom
Tarzan had seen whispering just outside the smoking-room.

It was this fact that aroused a faint spark of interest in
Tarzanand so as he speculated upon the future he watched
in the mirror the reflection of the players at the table
behind him. Aside from the man who had but just entered the
game Tarzan knew the name of but one of the other players.
It was he who sat opposite the new playerCount Raoul
de Coudewhom at over-attentive steward had pointed out as
one of the celebrities of the passagedescribing him as a
man high in the official family of the French minister of war.

Suddenly Tarzan's attention was riveted upon the picture
in the glass. The other swarthy plotter had enteredand was
standing behind the count's chair. Tarzan saw him turn and

glance furtively about the roombut his eyes did not rest for
a sufficient time upon the mirror to note the reflection of
Tarzan's watchful eyes. Stealthily the man withdrew something
from his pocket. Tarzan could not discern what the object was
for the man's hand covered it.

Slowly the hand approached the countand thenvery deftly
the thing that was in it was transferred to the count's pocket.
The man remained standing where he could watch the
Frenchman's cards. Tarzan was puzzledbut he was all
attention nownor did he permit another detail of the
incident to escape him.

The play went on for some ten minutes after thisuntil
the count won a considerable wager from him who had
last joined the gameand then Tarzan saw the fellow back
of the count's chair nod his head to his confederate.
Instantly the player arose and pointed a finger at the count.

Had I known that monsieur was a professional card sharp
I had not been so ready to be drawn into the game,he said.

Instantly the count and the two other players were upon
their feet.

De Coude's face went white.

What do you mean, sir?he cried. "Do you know to whom
you speak?"

I know that I speak, for the last time, to one who cheats
at cards,replied the fellow.

The count leaned across the tableand struck the man full
in the mouth with his open palmand then the others closed
in between them.

There is some mistake, sir,cried one of the other players.
Why, this is Count de Coude, of France.
If I am mistaken,said the accuserI shall gladly apologize;
but before I do so first let monsieur le count explain
the extra cards which I saw him drop into his side pocket.

And then the man whom Tarzan had seen drop them there
turned to sneak from the roombut to his annoyance he
found the exit barred by a tallgray-eyed stranger.

Pardon,said the man brusquelyattempting to pass to one side.

Wait,said Tarzan.

But why, monsieur?exclaimed the other petulantly.
Permit me to pass, monsieur.

Wait,said Tarzan. "I think that there is a matter in here
that you may doubtless be able to explain."

The fellow had lost his temper by this timeand with a low
oath seized Tarzan to push him to one side. The ape-man
but smiled as he twisted the big fellow about andgrasping
him by the collar of his coatescorted him back to the table
strugglingcursingand striking in futile remonstrance.
It was Nikolas Rokoff's first experience with the muscles that
had brought their savage owner victorious through encounters

with Numathe lionand Terkozthe great bull ape.

The man who had accused De Coudeand the two others who
had been playingstood looking expectantly at the count.
Several other passengers had drawn toward the scene of the
altercationand all awaited the denouement.

The fellow is crazy,said the count. "GentlemenI implore
that one of you search me."

The accusation is ridiculous.This from one of the players.

You have but to slip your hand in the count's coat pocket
and you will see that the accusation is quite serious,insisted
the accuser. And thenas the others still hesitated to do so:
Come, I shall do it myself if no other will,and he stepped
forward toward the count.

No, monsieur,said De Coude. "I will submit to a search
only at the hands of a gentleman."

It is unnecessary to search the count. The cards are in
his pocket. I myself saw them placed there.

All turned in surprise toward this new speakerto behold
a very well-built young man urging a resisting captive toward
them by the scruff of his neck.

It is a conspiracy,cried De Coude angrily. "There are no
cards in my coat and with that he ran his hand into his
pocket. As he did so tense silence reigned in the little group.
The count went dead white, and then very slowly he withdrew
his hand, and in it were three cards.

He looked at them in mute and horrified surprise, and slowly
the red of mortification suffused his face. Expressions of
pity and contempt tinged the features of those who looked
on at the death of a man's honor.

It is a conspiracymonsieur." It was the gray-eyed stranger
who spoke. "Gentlemen he continued, monsieur le count
did not know that those cards were in his pocket. They were
placed there without his knowledge as he sat at play.
From where I sat in that chair yonder I saw the reflection of it
all in the mirror before me. This person whom I just intercepted
in an effort to escape placed the cards in the count's pocket."

De Coude had glanced from Tarzan to the man in his grasp.

MON DIEU, Nikolas!he cried. "You?"

Then he turned to his accuserand eyed him intently for a moment.

And you, monsieur, I did not recognize you without your
beard. It quite disguises you, Paulvitch. I see it all now.
It is quite clear, gentlemen.

What shall we do with them, monsieur?asked Tarzan.
Turn them over to the captain?

No, my friend,said the count hastily. "It is a personal
matterand I beg that you will let it drop. It is sufficient
that I have been exonerated from the charge. The less we have
to do with such fellowsthe better. Butmonsieurhow can

I thank you for the great kindness you have done me?
Permit me to offer you my cardand should the time come
when I may serve youremember that I am yours to command."

Tarzan had released Rokoffwhowith his confederate
Paulvitchhad hastened from the smoking-room. Just as he
was leavingRokoff turned to Tarzan. "Monsieur will have
ample opportunity to regret his interference in the affairs
of others."

Tarzan smiledand thenbowing to the counthanded him
his own card.

The count read:

Monsieur Tarzan,he saidmay indeed wish that he had
never befriended me, for I can assure him that he has won
the enmity of two of the most unmitigated scoundrels in all
Europe. Avoid them, monsieur, by all means.

I have had more awe-inspiring enemies, my dear count,replied
Tarzan with a quiet smileyet I am still alive and unworried.
I think that neither of these two will ever find the means to harm me.

Let us hope not, monsieur,said De Coude; "but yet it will
do no harm to be on the alertand to know that you have made
at least one enemy today who never forgets and never forgives
and in whose malignant brain there are always hatching new
atrocities to perpetrate upon those who have thwarted or
offended him. To say that Nikolas Rokoff is a devil would
be to place a wanton affront upon his satanic majesty."

That night as Tarzan entered his cabin he found a folded
note upon the floor that had evidently been pushed beneath
the door. He opened it and read:

Doubtless you did not realize the gravity of your offense
or you would not have done the thing you did today.
I am willing to believe that you acted in ignorance and
without any intention to offend a stranger. For this reason
I shall gladly permit you to offer an apologyand on receiving
your assurances that you will not again interfere in affairs
that do not concern youI shall drop the matter.

Otherwise--but I am sure that you will see the wisdom of
adopting the course I suggest.
Very respectfully

Tarzan permitted a grim smile to play about his lips for a
momentthen he promptly dropped the matter from his mind
and went to bed.

In a nearby cabin the Countess de Coude was speaking to her husband.

Why so grave, my dear Raoul?she asked. "You have been
as glum as could be all evening. What worries you?"

Olga, Nikolas is on board. Did you know it?

Nikolas!she exclaimed. "But it is impossibleRaoul.
It cannot be. Nikolas is under arrest in Germany."

So I thought myself until I saw him today--him and that
other arch scoundrel, Paulvitch. Olga, I cannot endure his
persecution much longer. No, not even for you. Sooner or later
I shall turn him over to the authorities. In fact, I am half
minded to explain all to the captain before we land. On a
French liner it were an easy matter, Olga, permanently to
settle this Nemesis of ours.

Oh, no, Raoul!cried the countesssinking to her knees
before him as he sat with bowed head upon a divan. "Do not
do that. Remember your promise to me. Tell meRaoulthat
you will not do that. Do not even threaten himRaoul."

De Coude took his wife's hands in hisand gazed upon
her pale and troubled countenance for some time before he
spokeas though he would wrest from those beautiful eyes
the real reason which prompted her to shield this man.

Let it be as you wish, Olga,he said at length. "I cannot
understand. He has forfeited all claim upon your loveloyalty
or respect. He is a menace to your life and honorand the
life and honor of your husband. I trust you may never regret
championing him."

I do not champion him, Raoul,she interrupted vehemently.
I believe that I hate him as much as you do, but--Oh, Raoul,
blood is thicker than water.

I should today have liked to sample the consistency of
his,growled De Coude grimly. "The two deliberately
attempted to besmirch my honorOlga and then he told her
of all that had happened in the smoking-room. Had it
not been for this utter strangerthey had succeededfor who
would have accepted my unsupported word against the damning
evidence of those cards hidden on my person? I had almost
begun to doubt myself when this Monsieur Tarzan dragged
your precious Nikolas before usand explained the
whole cowardly transaction."

Monsieur Tarzan?asked the countessin evident surprise.

Yes. Do you know him, Olga?

I have seen him. A steward pointed him out to me.

I did not know that he was a celebrity,said the count.

Olga de Coude changed the subject. She discovered suddenly
that she might find it difficult to explain just why
the steward had pointed out the handsome Monsieur Tarzan
to her. Perhaps she flushed the least little bitfor was
not the counther husbandgazing at her with a strangely
quizzical expression. "Ah she thought, a guilty
conscience is a most suspicious thing."

Chapter 2

Forging Bonds of Hate and ----?

It was not until late the following afternoon that Tarzan
saw anything more of the fellow passengers into the midst
of whose affairs his love of fair play had thrust him.
And then he came most unexpectedly upon Rokoff and Paulvitch
at a moment when of all others the two might least
appreciate his company.

They were standing on deck at a point which was temporarily
desertedand as Tarzan came upon them they were in
heated argument with a woman. Tarzan noted that she was
richly appareledand that her slenderwell-modeled figure
denoted youth; but as she was heavily veiled he could not
discern her features.

The men were standing on either side of herand the
backs of all were toward Tarzanso that he was quite close
to them without their being aware of his presence.
He noticed that Rokoff seemed to be threateningthe woman
pleading; but they spoke in a strange tongueand he could
only guess from appearances that the girl was afraid.

Rokoff's attitude was so distinctly filled with the threat of
physical violence that the ape-man paused for an instant just
behind the trioinstinctively sensing an atmosphere of danger.
Scarcely had he hesitated ere the man seized the woman
roughly by the wristtwisting it as though to wring a promise
from her through torture. What would have happened next
had Rokoff had his way we may only conjecturesince he
did not have his way at all. Insteadsteel fingers gripped his
shoulderand he was swung unceremoniously aroundto meet
the cold gray eyes of the stranger who had thwarted him
on the previous day.

SAPRISTI!screamed the infuriated Rokoff. "What do you
mean? Are you a fool that you thus again insult Nikolas Rokoff?"

This is my answer to your note, monsieur,said Tarzan
in a low voice. And then he hurled the fellow from him with
such force that Rokoff lunged sprawling against the rail.

Name of a name!shrieked Rokoff. "Pigbut you shall die
for this and, springing to his feet, he rushed upon Tarzan,
tugging the meanwhile to draw a revolver from his hip
pocket. The girl shrank back in terror.

Nikolas!" she cried. "Do not--ohdo not do that. Quick
monsieurflyor he will surely kill you!" But instead of
flying Tarzan advanced to meet the fellow. "Do not make a
fool of yourselfmonsieur he said.

Rokoff, who was in a perfect frenzy of rage at the humiliation
the stranger had put upon him, had at last succeeded in drawing
the revolver. He had stopped, and now he deliberately raised
it to Tarzan's breast and pulled the trigger. The hammer fell
with a futile click on an empty chamber--the ape-man's hand
shot out like the head of an angry python; there was a quick
wrench, and the revolver sailed far out across the ship's
rail, and dropped into the Atlantic.

For a moment the two men stood there facing one another. Rokoff

had regained his self-possession. He was the first to speak.

Twice now has monsieur seen fit to interfere in matters
which do not concern him. Twice he has taken it upon himself
to humiliate Nikolas Rokoff. The first offense was overlooked
on the assumption that monsieur acted through ignorance
but this affair shall not be overlooked. If monsieur
does not know who Nikolas Rokoff isthis last piece of
effrontery will insure that monsieur later has good reason
to remember him."

That you are a coward and a scoundrel, monsieur,replied
Tarzanis all that I care to know of you,and he
turned to ask the girl if the man had hurt herbut she had
disappeared. Thenwithout even a glance toward Rokoff and
his companionhe continued his stroll along the deck.

Tarzan could not but wonder what manner of conspiracy
was on footor what the scheme of the two men might be.
There had been something rather familiar about the
appearance of the veiled woman to whose rescue he had just
comebut as he had not seen her face he could not be sure
that he had ever seen her before. The only thing about her
that he had particularly noticed was a ring of peculiar
workmanship upon a finger of the hand that Rokoff had
seizedand he determined to note the fingers of the women
passengers he came upon thereafterthat he might discover
the identity of her whom Rokoff was persecutingand learn
if the fellow had offered her further annoyance.

Tarzan had sought his deck chairwhere he sat speculating
on the numerous instances of human crueltyselfishnessand
spite that had fallen to his lot to witness since that day in
the jungle four years since that his eyes had first fallen
upon a human being other than himself--the sleekblack
Kulongawhose swift spear had that day found the vitals of
Kalathe great she-apeand robbed the youthTarzanof
the only mother he had ever known.

He recalled the murder of King by the rat-faced Snipes;
the abandonment of Professor Porter and his party by the
mutineers of the ARROW; the cruelty of the black warriors
and women of Mbonga to their captives; the petty jealousies of
the civil and military officers of the West Coast colony that
had afforded him his first introduction to the civilized world.

MON DIEU!he soliloquizedbut they are all alike.
Cheating, murdering, lying, fighting, and all for things that
the beasts of the jungle would not deign to possess--money
to purchase the effeminate pleasures of weaklings. And yet
withal bound down by silly customs that make them slaves to
their unhappy lot while firm in the belief that they be the
lords of creation enjoying the only real pleasures of existence.
In the jungle one would scarcely stand supinely aside while
another took his mate. It is a silly world, an idiotic world,
and Tarzan of the Apes was a fool to renounce the freedom and
the happiness of his jungle to come into it.

Presentlyas he sat therethe sudden feeling came over
him that eyes were watching from behindand the old
instinct of the wild beast broke through the thin veneer of
civilizationso that Tarzan wheeled about so quickly that the
eyes of the young woman who had been surreptitiously regarding
him had not even time to drop before the gray eyes

of the ape-man shot an inquiring look straight into them.
Thenas they fellTarzan saw a faint wave of crimson creep
swiftly over the now half-averted face.

He smiled to himself at the result of his very uncivilized and
ungallant actionfor he had not lowered his own eyes when
they met those of the young woman. She was very young
and equally good to look upon. Furtherthere was something
rather familiar about her that set Tarzan to wondering
where he had seen her before. He resumed his former position
and presently he was aware that she had arisen and was
leaving the deck. As she passedTarzan turned to watch her
in the hope that he might discover a clew to satisfy his mild
curiosity as to her identity.

Nor was he disappointed entirelyfor as she walked away
she raised one hand to the blackwaving mass at the nape
of her neck--the peculiarly feminine gesture that admits
cognizance of appraising eyes behind her--and Tarzan saw
upon a finger of this hand the ring of strange workmanship
that he had seen upon the finger of the veiled woman a short
time before.

So it was this beautiful young woman Rokoff had been
persecuting. Tarzan wondered in a lazy sort of way whom
she might beand what relations one so lovely could have
with the surlybearded Russian.

After dinner that evening Tarzan strolled forwardwhere
he remained until after darkin conversation with the second
officerand when that gentleman's duties called him elsewhere
Tarzan lolled lazily by the rail watching the play of
the moonlight upon the gently rolling waters. He was
half hidden by a davitso that two men who approached
along the deck did not see himand as they passed Tarzan
caught enough of their conversation to cause him to fall in
behind themto follow and learn what deviltry they were up
to. He had recognized the voice as that of Rokoffand had
seen that his companion was Paulvitch.

Tarzan had overheard but a few words: "And if she screams
you may choke her until--" But those had been enough to
arouse the spirit of adventure within himand so he kept the
two men in sight as they walkedbriskly nowalong the deck.
To the smoking-room he followed thembut they merely
halted at the doorway long enoughapparentlyto assure
themselves that one whose whereabouts they wished to
establish was within.

Then they proceeded directly to the first-class cabins upon
the promenade deck. Here Tarzan found greater difficulty
in escaping detectionbut he managed to do so successfully.
As they halted before one of the polished hardwood doors
Tarzan slipped into the shadow of a passageway not a dozen
feet from them.

To their knock a woman's voice asked in French: "Who is it?"

It is I, Olga--Nikolas,was the answerin Rokoff's now
familiar guttural. "May I come in?"

Why do you not cease persecuting me, Nikolas?came
the voice of the woman from beyond the thin panel.
I have never harmed you.

Come, come, Olga,urged the manin propitiary tones;
I but ask a half dozen words with you. I shall not harm you,
nor shall I enter your cabin; but I cannot shout my message
through the door.

Tarzan heard the catch click as it was released from the
inside. He stepped out from his hiding-place far enough to
see what transpired when the door was openedfor he could
not but recall the sinister words he had heard a few moments
before upon the deckAnd if she screams you may choke her.

Rokoff was standing directly in front of the door. Paulvitch
had flattened himself against the paneled wall of the corridor
beyond. The door opened. Rokoff half entered the roomand
stood with his back against the doorspeaking in a low whisper
to the womanwhom Tarzan could not see. Then Tarzan heard the
woman's voicelevelbut loud enough to distinguish her words.

No, Nikolas,she was sayingit is useless. Threaten as you
will, I shall never accede to your demands. Leave the room,
please; you have no right here. You promised not to enter.

Very well, Olga, I shall not enter; but before I am done
with you, you shall wish a thousand times that you had
done at once the favor I have asked. In the end I shall win
anyway, so you might as well save trouble and time for me,
and disgrace for yourself and your--

Never, Nikolas!interrupted the womanand then Tarzan
saw Rokoff turn and nod to Paulvitchwho sprang quickly
toward the doorway of the cabinrushing in past Rokoffwho
held the door open for him. Then the latter stepped quickly out.
The door closed. Tarzan heard the click of the lock as
Paulvitch turned it from the inside. Rokoff remained standing
before the doorwith head bentas though to catch the words
of the two within. A nasty smile curled his bearded lip.

Tarzan could hear the woman's voice commanding the fellow to
leave her cabin. "I shall send for my husband she cried.
He will show you no mercy."

Paulvitch's sneering laugh came through the polished panels.

The purser will fetch your husband, madame,said the man.
In fact, that officer has already been notified that you
are entertaining a man other than your husband behind the
locked door of your cabin.

Bah!cried the woman. "My husband will know!"

Most assuredly your husband will know, but the purser
will not; nor will the newspaper men who shall in some
mysterious way hear of it on our landing. But they will
think it a fine story, and so will all your friends when they
read of it at breakfast on--let me see, this is Tuesday--yes,
when they read of it at breakfast next Friday morning.
Nor will it detract from the interest they will all feel when
they learn that the man whom madame entertained is a Russian
servant--her brother's valet, to be quite exact.

Alexis Paulvitch,came the woman's voicecold and fearless
you are a coward, and when I whisper a certain name
in your ear you will think better of your demands upon me

and your threats against me, and then you will leave my
cabin quickly, nor do I think that ever again will you, at
least, annoy me,and there came a moment's silence in
which Tarzan could imagine the woman leaning toward the
scoundrel and whispering the thing she had hinted at into
his ear. Only a moment of silenceand then a startled oath
from the man--the scuffling of feet--a woman's scream--
and silence.

But scarcely had the cry ceased before the ape-man had
leaped from his hiding-place. Rokoff started to runbut
Tarzan grasped him by the collar and dragged him back.
Neither spokefor both felt instinctively that murder was
being done in that roomand Tarzan was confident that Rokoff
had had no intention that his confederate should go that
far--he felt that the man's aims were deeper than that--deeper
and even more sinister than brutalcold-blooded murder.
Without hesitating to question those withinthe ape-man
threw his giant shoulder against the frail paneland in a
shower of splintered wood he entered the cabindragging
Rokoff after him. Before himon a couchthe woman lay
and on top of her was Paulvitchhis fingers gripping the
fair throatwhile his victim's hands beat futilely at his face
tearing desperately at the cruel fingers that were forcing the
life from her.

The noise of his entrance brought Paulvitch to his feet
where he stood glowering menacingly at Tarzan. The girl
rose falteringly to a sitting posture upon the couch.
One hand was at her throatand her breath came in little gasps.
Although disheveled and very paleTarzan recognized her
as the young woman whom he had caught staring at him on
deck earlier in the day.

What is the meaning of this?said Tarzanturning to Rokoff
whom he intuitively singled out as the instigator of the outrage.
The man remained silentscowling. "Touch the buttonplease
continued the ape-man; we will have one of the ship's
officers here--this affair has gone quite far enough."

No, no,cried the girlcoming suddenly to her feet.
Please do not do that. I am sure that there was no real
intention to harm me. I angered this person, and he lost
control of himself, that is all. I would not care to have the
matter go further, please, monsieur,and there was such a
note of pleading in her voice that Tarzan could not press
the matterthough his better judgment warned him that
there was something afoot here of which the proper
authorities should be made cognizant.

You wish me to do nothing, then, in the matter?he asked.

Nothing, please,she replied.

You are content that these two scoundrels should continue
persecuting you?

She did not seem to know what answer to makeand
looked very troubled and unhappy. Tarzan saw a malicious
grin of triumph curl Rokoff's lip. The girl evidently was in
fear of these two--she dared not express her real desires
before them.

Then,said TarzanI shall act on my own responsibility.

To you,he continuedturning to Rokoffand this includes
your accomplice, I may say that from now on to the end of
the voyage I shall take it upon myself to keep an eye on
you, and should there chance to come to my notice any
act of either one of you that might even remotely annoy this
young woman you shall be called to account for it directly
to me, nor shall the calling or the accounting be pleasant
experiences for either of you.

Now get out of here and he grabbed Rokoff and
Paulvitch each by the scruff of the neck and thrust them
forcibly through the doorway, giving each an added impetus
down the corridor with the toe of his boot. Then he turned
back to the stateroom and the girl. She was looking at him
in wide-eyed astonishment.

And youmadamewill confer a great favor upon me if you
will but let me know if either of those rascals troubles
you further."

Ah, monsieur,she answeredI hope that you will not
suffer for the kind deed you attempted. You have made a
very wicked and resourceful enemy, who will stop at nothing
to satisfy his hatred. You must be very careful indeed,

Pardon me, madame, my name is Tarzan.

Monsieur Tarzan. And because I would not consent to
notify the officers, do not think that I am not sincerely
grateful to you for the brave and chivalrous protection you
rendered me. Good night, Monsieur Tarzan. I shall never
forget the debt I owe you,andwith a most winsome smile
that displayed a row of perfect teeththe girl curtsied to
Tarzanwho bade her good night and made his way on deck.

It puzzled the man considerably that there should be two
on board--this girl and Count de Coude--who suffered
indignities at the hands of Rokoff and his companionand yet
would not permit the offenders to be brought to justice.
Before he turned in that night his thoughts reverted many
times to the beautiful young woman into the evidently tangled
web of whose life fate had so strangely introduced him.
It occurred to him that he had not learned her name.
That she was married had been evidenced by the narrow gold
band that encircled the third finger of her left hand.
Involuntarily he wondered who the lucky man might be.

Tarzan saw nothing further of any of the actors in the
little drama that he had caught a fleeting glimpse of until
late in the afternoon of the last day of the voyage. Then he
came suddenly face to face with the young woman as the
two approached their deck chairs from opposite directions.
She greeted him with a pleasant smilespeaking almost
immediately of the affair he had witnessed in her cabin two
nights before. It was as though she had been perturbed by a
conviction that he might have construed her acquaintance
with such men as Rokoff and Paulvitch as a personal
reflection upon herself.

I trust monsieur has not judged me,she saidby the
unfortunate occurrence of Tuesday evening. I have suffered
much on account of it--this is the first time that I
have ventured from my cabin since; I have been ashamed,

she concluded simply.

One does not judge the gazelle by the lions that attack
it,replied Tarzan. "I had seen those two work before--in
the smoking-room the day prior to their attack on youif I
recollect it correctlyand soknowing their methodsI am
convinced that their enmity is a sufficient guarantee of the
integrity of its object. Men such as they must cleave only
to the vilehating all that is noblest and best."

It is very kind of you to put it that way,she replied
smiling. "I have already heard of the matter of the card
game. My husband told me the entire story. He spoke
especially of the strength and bravery of Monsieur Tarzan
to whom he feels that he owes an immense debt of gratitude."

Your husband?repeated Tarzan questioningly.

Yes. I am the Countess de Coude.

I am already amply repaid, madame, in knowing that I
have rendered a service to the wife of the Count de Coude.

Alas, monsieur, I already am so greatly indebted to you
that I may never hope to settle my own account, so pray
do not add further to my obligations,and she smiled so
sweetly upon him that Tarzan felt that a man might easily
attempt much greater things than he had accomplishedsolely
for the pleasure of receiving the benediction of that smile.

He did not see her again that dayand in the rush of
landing on the following morning he missed her entirely
but there had been something in the expression of her eyes
as they parted on deck the previous day that haunted him.
It had been almost wistful as they had spoken of the
strangeness of the swift friendships of an ocean crossing
and of the equal ease with which they are broken forever.

Tarzan wondered if he should ever see her again.

Chapter 3

What Happened in the Rue Maule

On his arrival in ParisTarzan had gone directly to
the apartments of his old friendD'Arnotwhere the
naval lieutenant had scored him roundly for his decision
to renounce the title and estates that were rightly his
from his fatherJohn Claytonthe late Lord Greystoke.

You must be mad, my friend,said D'Arnotthus lightly
to give up not alone wealth and position, but an opportunity
to prove beyond doubt to all the world that in your veins
flows the noble blood of two of England's most honored
houses--instead of the blood of a savage she-ape. It is
incredible that they could have believed you--Miss Porter
least of all.

WhyI never did believe iteven back in the wilds of
your African junglewhen you tore the raw meat of your

kills with mighty jawslike some wild beastand wiped your
greasy hands upon your thighs. Even thenbefore there was
the slightest proof to the contraryI knew that you were
mistaken in the belief that Kala was your mother.

And now, with your father's diary of the terrible life
led by him and your mother on that wild African shore;
with the account of your birth, and, final and most
convincing proof of all, your own baby finger prints upon the
pages of it, it seems incredible to me that you are willing
to remain a nameless, penniless vagabond.

I do not need any better name than Tarzan,replied the
ape-man; "and as for remaining a penniless vagabondI
have no intention of so doing. In factthe nextand let us
hope the lastburden that I shall be forced to put upon your
unselfish friendship will be the finding of employment for me."

Pooh, pooh!scoffed D'Arnot. "You know that I did not
mean that. Have I not told you a dozen times that I have
enough for twenty menand that half of what I have is
yours? And if I gave it all to youwould it represent even
the tenth part of the value I place upon your friendship
my Tarzan? Would it repay the services you did me in Africa?
I do not forgetmy friendthat but for you and your
wondrous bravery I had died at the stake in the village
of Mbonga's cannibals. Nor do I forget that to your selfsacrificing
devotion I owe the fact that I recovered from the
terrible wounds I received at their hands--I discovered later
something of what it meant to you to remain with me in the
amphitheater of apes while your heart was urging you on to
the coast.

When we finally came there, and found that Miss Porter
and her party had left, I commenced to realize something of
what you had done for an utter stranger. Nor am I trying to
repay you with money, Tarzan. It is that just at present you
need money; were it sacrifice that I might offer you it were
the same--my friendship must always be yours, because our
tastes are similar, and I admire you. That I cannot command,
but the money I can and shall.

Well,laughed Tarzanwe shall not quarrel over the money.
I must live, and so I must have it; but I shall be more
contented with something to do. You cannot show me your
friendship in a more convincing manner than to find
employment for me--I shall die of inactivity in a short while.
As for my birthright--it is in good hands. Clayton is not
guilty of robbing me of it. He truly believes that he
is the real Lord Greystoke, and the chances are that he will
make a better English lord than a man who was born and
raised in an African jungle. You know that I am but half
civilized even now. Let me see red in anger but for a moment,
and all the instincts of the savage beast that I really
am, submerge what little I possess of the milder ways of
culture and refinement.

And then againhad I declared myself I should have
robbed the woman I love of the wealth and position that
her marriage to Clayton will now insure to her. I could
not have done that--could IPaul?

Nor is the matter of birth of great importance to me,
he went onwithout waiting for a reply. "Raised as I have

beenI see no worth in man or beast that is not theirs by
virtue of their own mental or physical prowess. And so I
am as happy to think of Kala as my mother as I would be
to try to picture the poorunhappy little English girl who
passed away a year after she bore me. Kala was always kind
to me in her fierce and savage way. I must have nursed at
her hairy breast from the time that my own mother died.
She fought for me against the wild denizens of the forest
and against the savage members of our tribewith the
ferocity of real mother love.

And I, on my part, loved her, Paul. I did not realize
how much until after the cruel spear and the poisoned arrow
of Mbonga's black warrior had stolen her away from me. I
was still a child when that occurred, and I threw myself
upon her dead body and wept out my anguish as a child
might for his own mother. To you, my friend, she would
have appeared a hideous and ugly creature, but to me she
was beautiful--so gloriously does love transfigure its object.
And so I am perfectly content to remain forever the son of
Kala, the she-ape.

I do not admire you the less for your loyalty,said
D'Arnotbut the time will come when you will be glad
to claim your own. Remember what I say, and let us hope
that it will be as easy then as it is now. You must bear in
mind that Professor Porter and Mr. Philander are the only
people in the world who can swear that the little skeleton
found in the cabin with those of your father and mother was
that of an infant anthropoid ape, and not the offspring of
Lord and Lady Greystoke. That evidence is most important.
They are both old men. They may not live many years longer.
And then, did it not occur to you that once Miss Porter
knew the truth she would break her engagement with Clayton?
You might easily have your title, your estates, and the
woman you love, Tarzan. Had you not thought of that?

Tarzan shook his head. "You do not know her he said.
Nothing could bind her closer to her bargain than some
misfortune to Clayton. She is from an old southern family in
Americaand southerners pride themselves upon their loyalty."

Tarzan spent the two following weeks renewing his former
brief acquaintance with Paris. In the daytime he haunted
the libraries and picture galleries. He had become an
omnivorous readerand the world of possibilities that were
opened to him in this seat of culture and learning fairly
appalled him when he contemplated the very infinitesimal
crumb of the sum total of human knowledge that a single
individual might hope to acquire even after a lifetime of
study and research; but he learned what he could by day
and threw himself into a search for relaxation and amusement
at night. Nor did he find Paris a whit less fertile field
for his nocturnal avocation.

If he smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much
absinth it was because he took civilization as he found it
and did the things that he found his civilized brothers
doing. The life was a new and alluring oneand in addition
he had a sorrow in his breast and a great longing which he
knew could never be fulfilledand so he sought in study and
in dissipation--the two extremes--to forget the past and
inhibit contemplation of the future.

He was sitting in a music hall one eveningsipping his
absinth and admiring the art of a certain famous Russian
dancerwhen he caught a passing glimpse of a pair of evil
black eyes upon him. The man turned and was lost in the
crowd at the exit before Tarzan could catch a good look at
himbut he was confident that he had seen those eyes before
and that they had been fastened on him this evening
through no passing accident. He had had the uncanny feeling
for some time that he was being watchedand it was in
response to this animal instinct that was strong within him
that he had turned suddenly and surprised the eyes in the
very act of watching him.

Before he left the music hall the matter had been forgotten
nor did he notice the swarthy individual who stepped
deeper into the shadows of an opposite doorway as Tarzan
emerged from the brilliantly lighted amusement hall.

Had Tarzan but known ithe had been followed many times
from this and other places of amusementbut seldom if
ever had he been alone. Tonight D'Arnot had had another
engagementand Tarzan had come by himself.

As he turned in the direction he was accustomed to taking
from this part of Paris to his apartmentsthe watcher across
the street ran from his hiding-place and hurried on ahead
at a rapid pace.

Tarzan had been wont to traverse the Rue Maule on his
way home at night. Because it was very quiet and very
dark it reminded him more of his beloved African jungle
than did the noisy and garish streets surrounding it.
If you are familiar with your Paris you will recall the
narrowforbidding precincts of the Rue Maule. If you are
notyou need but ask the police about it to learn that in
all Paris there is no street to which you should give a
wider berth after dark.

On this night Tarzan had proceeded some two squares through
the dense shadows of the squalid old tenements which line
this dismal way when he was attracted by screams and cries
for help from the third floor of an opposite building.
The voice was a woman's. Before the echoes of her first
cries had died Tarzan was bounding up the stairs and
through the dark corridors to her rescue.

At the end of the corridor on the third landing a door
stood slightly ajarand from within Tarzan heard again the
same appeal that had lured him from the street.
Another instant found him in the center of a dimly-lighted room.
An oil lamp burned upon a highold-fashioned mantelcasting
its dim rays over a dozen repulsive figures. All but one
were men. The other was a woman of about thirty. Her face
marked by low passions and dissipationmight once have
been lovely. She stood with one hand at her throatcrouching
against the farther wall.

Help, monsieur,she cried in a low voice as Tarzan
entered the room; "they were killing me."

As Tarzan turned toward the men about him he saw the
craftyevil faces of habitual criminals. He wondered that
they had made no effort to escape. A movement behind him
caused him to turn. Two things his eyes sawand one of

them caused him considerable wonderment. A man was
sneaking stealthily from the roomand in the brief glance
that Tarzan had of him he saw that it was Rokoff.
But the other thing that he saw was of more immediate interest.
It was a great brute of a fellow tiptoeing upon him from
behind with a huge bludgeon in his handand thenas
the man and his confederates saw that he was discovered
there was a concerted rush upon Tarzan from all sides.
Some of the men drew knives. Others picked up chairswhile the
fellow with the bludgeon raised it high above his head in a
mighty swing that would have crushed Tarzan's head had it
ever descended upon it.

But the brainand the agilityand the muscles that had coped
with the mighty strength and cruel craftiness of Terkoz and
Numa in the fastness of their savage jungle were not to be so
easily subdued as these apaches of Paris had believed.

Selecting his most formidable antagonistthe fellow with
the bludgeonTarzan charged full upon himdodging the
falling weaponand catching the man a terrific blow on the
point of the chin that felled him in his tracks.

Then he turned upon the others. This was sport. He was
reveling in the joy of battle and the lust of blood. As though
it had been but a brittle shellto break at the least rough
usagethe thin veneer of his civilization fell from himand
the ten burly villains found themselves penned in a small
room with a wild and savage beastagainst whose steel
muscles their puny strength was less than futile.

At the end of the corridor without stood Rokoffwaiting
the outcome of the affair. He wished to be sure that Tarzan
was dead before he leftbut it was not a part of his plan to
be one of those within the room when the murder occurred.

The woman still stood where she had when Tarzan entered
but her face had undergone a number of changes with
the few minutes which had elapsed. From the semblance of
distress which it had worn when Tarzan first saw itit had
changed to one of craftiness as he had wheeled to meet the
attack from behind; but the change Tarzan had not seen.

Later an expression of surprise and then one of horror
superseded the others. And who may wonder. For the
immaculate gentleman her cries had lured to what was to have
been his death had been suddenly metamorphosed into a
demon of revenge. Instead of soft muscles and a weak
resistanceshe was looking upon a veritable Hercules gone mad.

MON DIEU!she cried; "he is a beast!" For the strong
white teeth of the ape-man had found the throat of one of
his assailantsand Tarzan fought as he had learned to fight
with the great bull apes of the tribe of Kerchak.

He was in a dozen places at onceleaping hither and
thither about the room in sinuous bounds that reminded
the woman of a panther she had seen at the zoo. Now a wristbone
snapped in his iron gripnow a shoulder was wrenched
from its socket as he forced a victim's arm backward and upward.

With shrieks of pain the men escaped into the hallway as
quickly as they could; but even before the first one staggered
bleeding and brokenfrom the roomRokoff had seen enough

to convince him that Tarzan would not be the one to lie
dead in that house this nightand so the Russian had
hastened to a nearby den and telephoned the police that a
man was committing murder on the third floor of Rue Maule27.
When the officers arrived they found three men groaning
on the floora frightened woman lying upon a filthy bedher
face buried in her armsand what appeared to be a welldressed
young gentleman standing in the center of the room
awaiting the reenforcements which he had thought the footsteps
of the officers hurrying up the stairway had announced
--but they were mistaken in the last; it was a wild beast
that looked upon them through those narrowed lids and steelgray
eyes. With the smell of blood the last vestige of
civilization had deserted Tarzanand now he stood at baylike a
lion surrounded by huntersawaiting the next overt actand
crouching to charge its author.

What has happened here?asked one of the policemen.

Tarzan explained brieflybut when he turned to the woman
for confirmation of his statement he was appalled by her reply.

He lies!she screamed shrillyaddressing the policeman.
He came to my room while I was alone, and for no good
purpose. When I repulsed him he would have killed me had
not my screams attracted these gentlemen, who were passing
the house at the time. He is a devil, monsieurs; alone he has
all but killed ten men with his bare hands and his teeth.

So shocked was Tarzan by her ingratitude that for a moment
he was struck dumb. The police were inclined to be a little
skepticalfor they had had other dealings with this
same lady and her lovely coterie of gentlemen friends.
Howeverthey were policemennot judgesso they decided to
place all the inmates of the room under arrestand let another
whose business it wasseparate the innocent from the guilty.

But they found that it was one thing to tell this welldressed
young man that he was under arrestbut quite
another to enforce it.

I am guilty of no offense,he said quietly. "I have but
sought to defend myself. I do not know why the woman has
told you what she has. She can have no enmity against me
for never until I came to this room in response to her cries
for help had I seen her."

Come, come,said one of the officers; "there are judges
to listen to all that and he advanced to lay his hand upon
Tarzan's shoulder. An instant later he lay crumpled in a
corner of the room, and then, as his comrades rushed in upon
the ape-man, they experienced a taste of what the apaches
had but recently gone through. So quickly and so roughly
did he handle them that they had not even an opportunity
to draw their revolvers.

During the brief fight Tarzan had noted the open window
and, beyond, the stem of a tree, or a telegraph pole--he
could not tell which. As the last officer went down, one of
his fellows succeeded in drawing his revolver and, from
where he lay on the floor, fired at Tarzan. The shot missed,
and before the man could fire again Tarzan had swept the
lamp from the mantel and plunged the room into darkness.

The next they saw was a lithe form spring to the sill of
the open window and leap, panther-like, onto the pole across
the walk. When the police gathered themselves together and
reached the street their prisoner was nowhere to be seen.

They did not handle the woman and the men who had
not escaped any too gently when they took them to the
station; they were a very sore and humiliated detail of police.
It galled them to think that it would be necessary to report
that a single unarmed man had wiped the floor with the
whole lot of them, and then escaped them as easily as
though they had not existed.

The officer who had remained in the street swore that no
one had leaped from the window or left the building from
the time they entered until they had come out. His comrades
thought that he lied, but they could not prove it.

When Tarzan found himself clinging to the pole outside the
window, he followed his jungle instinct and looked below for
enemies before he ventured down. It was well he did, for
just beneath stood a policeman. Above, Tarzan saw no one,
so he went up instead of down.

The top of the pole was opposite the roof of the building,
so it was but the work of an instant for the muscles that
had for years sent him hurtling through the treetops of his
primeval forest to carry him across the little space between
the pole and the roof. From one building he went to another,
and so on, with much climbing, until at a cross street he
discovered another pole, down which he ran to the ground.

For a square or two he ran swiftly; then he turned into a
little all-night cafe and in the lavatory removed the
evidences of his over-roof promenade from hands and clothes.
When he emerged a few moments later it was to saunter
slowly on toward his apartments.

Not far from them he came to a well-lighted boulevard which
it was necessary to cross. As he stood directly beneath
a brilliant arc light, waiting for a limousine that was
approaching to pass him, he heard his name called in a sweet
feminine voice. Looking up, he met the smiling eyes of Olga de
Coude as she leaned forward upon the back seat of the machine.
He bowed very low in response to her friendly greeting.
When he straightened up the machine had borne her away.

Rokoff and the Countess de Coude both in the same
evening he soliloquized; Paris is not so largeafter all."

Chapter 4

The Countess Explains

Your Paris is more dangerous than my savage jungles,
Paul,concluded Tarzanafter narrating his adventures
to his friend the morning following his encounter with
the apaches and police in the Rue Maule. "Why did they
lure me there? Were they hungry?"

D'Arnot feigned a horrified shudderbut he laughed at the
quaint suggestion.

It is difficult to rise above the jungle standards and reason
by the light of civilized ways, is it not, my friend?he
queried banteringly.

Civilized ways, forsooth,scoffed Tarzan. "Jungle standards
do not countenance wanton atrocities. There we kill for
food and for self-preservationor in the winning of mates
and the protection of the young. Alwaysyou seein
accordance with the dictates of some great natural law.
But here! Faughyour civilized man is more brutal than
the brutes. He kills wantonlyandworse than thathe
utilizes a noble sentimentthe brotherhood of manas a
lure to entice his unwary victim to his doom. It was in
answer to an appeal from a fellow being that I hastened
to that room where the assassins lay in wait for me.

I did not realize, I could not realize for a long time
afterward, that any woman could sink to such moral depravity
as that one must have to call a would-be rescuer to death.
But it must have been so--the sight of Rokoff there and
the woman's later repudiation of me to the police make
it impossible to place any other construction upon her acts.
Rokoff must have known that I frequently passed through
the Rue Maule. He lay in wait for me--his entire scheme
worked out to the last detail, even to the woman's story in
case a hitch should occur in the program such as really did
happen. It is all perfectly plain to me.

Well,said D'Arnotamong other things, it has taught
you what I have been unable to impress upon you--that
the Rue Maule is a good place to avoid after dark.

On the contrary,replied Tarzanwith a smileit has
convinced me that it is the one worth-while street in all
Paris. Never again shall I miss an opportunity to traverse it,
for it has given me the first real entertainment I have had
since I left Africa.

It may give you more than you will relish even without
another visit,said D'Arnot. "You are not through with the
police yetremember. I know the Paris police well enough
to assure you that they will not soon forget what you did
to them. Sooner or later they will get youmy dear Tarzan
and then they will lock the wild man of the woods up behind
iron bars. How will you like that?"

They will never lock Tarzan of the Apes behind iron bars,
replied hegrimly.

There was something in the man's voice as he said it that
caused D'Arnot to look up sharply at his friend. What he
saw in the set jaw and the coldgray eyes made the young
Frenchman very apprehensive for this great childwho could
recognize no law mightier than his own mighty physical
prowess. He saw that something must be done to set Tarzan
right with the police before another encounter was possible.

You have much to learn, Tarzan,he said gravely. "The
law of man must be respectedwhether you relish it or no.
Nothing but trouble can come to you and your friends
should you persist in defying the police. I can explain it to

them once for youand that I shall do this very daybut
hereafter you must obey the law. If its representatives say
`Come' you must come; if they say `Go' you must go.
Now we shall go to my great friend in the department and
fix up this matter of the Rue Maule. Come!"

Together they entered the office of the police official a half
hour later. He was very cordial. He remembered Tarzan from
the visit the two had made him several months prior in the
matter of finger prints.

When D'Arnot had concluded the narration of the events
which had transpired the previous eveninga grim smile was
playing about the lips of the policeman. He touched a button
near his handand as he waited for the clerk to respond to
its summons he searched through the papers on his desk
for one which he finally located.

Here, Joubon,he said as the clerk entered. "Summon these
officers--have them come to me at once and he handed the
man the paper he had sought. Then he turned to Tarzan.

You have committed a very grave offensemonsieur he
said, not unkindly, and but for the explanation made by
our good friend here I should be inclined to judge you harshly.
I aminsteadabout to do a rather unheard-of-thing.
I have summoned the officers whom you maltreated last night.
They shall hear Lieutenant D'Arnot's storyand then I shall
leave it to their discretion to say whether you shall be
prosecuted or not.

You have much to learn about the ways of civilization.
Things that seem strange or unnecessary to you, you must
learn to accept until you are able to judge the motives
behind them. The officers whom you attacked were but doing
their duty. They had no discretion in the matter. Every day
they risk their lives in the protection of the lives or
property of others. They would do the same for you. They are
very brave men, and they are deeply mortified that a single
unarmed man bested and beat them.

Make it easy for them to overlook what you did.
Unless I am gravely in error you are yourself a very
brave manand brave men are proverbially magnanimous."

Further conversation was interrupted by the appearance
of the four policemen. As their eyes fell on Tarzan
surprise was writ large on each countenance.

My children,said the officialhere is the gentleman
whom you met in the Rue Maule last evening. He has come
voluntarily to give himself up. I wish you to listen
attentively to Lieutenant D'Arnot, who will tell you a part
of the story of monsieur's life. It may explain his attitude
toward you of last night. Proceed, my dear lieutenant.

D'Arnot spoke to the policemen for half an hour. He told
them something of Tarzan's wild jungle life. He explained
the savage training that had taught him to battle like a
wild beast in self-preservation. It became plain to them
that the man had been guided by instinct rather than reason in
his attack upon them. He had not understood their intentions.
To him they had been little different from any of the various
forms of life he had been accustomed to in his native jungle

where practically all were his enemies.

Your pride has been wounded,said D'Arnotin conclusion.
It is the fact that this man overcame you that hurts the most.
But you need feel no shame. You would not make apologies
for defeat had you been penned in that small room with an
African lion, or with the great Gorilla of the jungles.

And yet you were battling with muscles that have time
and time again been pittedand always victoriouslyagainst
these terrors of the dark continent. It is no disgrace to
fall beneath the superhuman strength of Tarzan of the Apes."

And thenas the men stood looking first at Tarzan and
then at their superior the ape-man did the one thing which
was needed to erase the last remnant of animosity which
they might have felt for him. With outstretched hand he
advanced toward them.

I am sorry for the mistake I made,he said simply. "Let
us be friends." And that was the end of the whole matter
except that Tarzan became a subject of much conversation
in the barracks of the policeand increased the number of
his friends by four brave men at least.

On their return to D'Arnot's apartments the lieutenant
found a letter awaiting him from an English friendWilliam
Cecil ClaytonLord Greystoke. The two had maintained a
correspondence since the birth of their friendship on that
ill-fated expedition in search of Jane Porter after her theft
by Terkozthe bull ape.

They are to be married in London in about two months,
said D'Arnotas he completed his perusal of the letter.
Tarzan did not need to be told who was meant by "they."
He made no replybut he was very quiet and thoughtful
during the balance of the day.

That evening they attended the opera. Tarzan's mind was
still occupied by his gloomy thoughts. He paid little or no
attention to what was transpiring upon the stage. Instead he
saw only the lovely vision of a beautiful American girland
heard naught but a sadsweet voice acknowledging that his
love was returned. And she was to marry another!

He shook himself to be rid of his unwelcome thoughtsand
at the same instant he felt eyes upon him. With the instinct
that was his by virtue of training he looked up squarely
into the eyes that were looking at himto find that they
were shining from the smiling face of OlgaCountess de
Coude. As Tarzan returned her bow he was positive that
there was an invitation in her lookalmost a plea.
The next intermission found him beside her in her box.

I have so much wished to see you,she was saying.
It has troubled me not a little to think that after the
service you rendered to both my husband and myself no adequate
explanation was ever made you of what must have seemed
ingratitude on our part in not taking the necessary steps to
prevent a repetition of the attacks upon us by those two men.

You wrong me,replied Tarzan. "My thoughts of you
have been only the most pleasant. You must not feel that
any explanation is due me. Have they annoyed you further?"

They never cease,she replied sadly. "I feel that I must
tell some oneand I do not know another who so deserves
an explanation as you. You must permit me to do so. It may
be of service to youfor I know Nikolas Rokoff quite well
enough to be positive that you have not seen the last of him.
He will find some means to be revenged upon you. What I
wish to tell you may be of aid to you in combating any
scheme of revenge he may harbor. I cannot tell you herebut
tomorrow I shall be at home to Monsieur Tarzan at five."

It will be an eternity until tomorrow at five,he saidas
he bade her good night.
From a corner of the theater Rokoff and Paulvitch saw
Monsieur Tarzan in the box of the Countess de Coudeand
both men smiled.

At four-thirty the following afternoon a swarthybearded
man rang the bell at the servants' entrance of the palace of
the Count de Coude. The footman who opened the door raised
his eyebrows in recognition as he saw who stood without.
A low conversation passed between the two.

At first the footman demurred from some proposition
that the bearded one madebut an instant later something
passed from the hand of the caller to the hand of the
servant. Then the latter turned and led the visitor by a
roundabout way to a little curtained alcove off the apartment
in which the countess was wont to serve tea of an afternoon.

A half hour later Tarzan was ushered into the room
and presently his hostess enteredsmilingand with
outstretched hands.

I am so glad that you came,she said.

Nothing could have prevented,he replied.

For a few moments they spoke of the operaof the topics
that were then occupying the attention of Parisof the
pleasure of renewing their brief acquaintance which had had
its inception under such odd circumstancesand this brought
them to the subject that was uppermost in the minds of both.

You must have wondered,said the countess finallywhat
the object of Rokoff's persecution could be. It is very simple.
The count is intrusted with many of the vital secrets of the
ministry of war. He often has in his possession papers that
foreign powers would give a fortune to possess--secrets
of state that their agents would commit murder and
worse than murder to learn.

There is such a matter now in his possession that would
make the fame and fortune of any Russian who could
divulge it to his government. Rokoff and Paulvitch are
Russian spies. They will stop at nothing to procure this
information. The affair on the liner--I mean the matter of the
card game--was for the purpose of blackmailing the knowledge
they seek from my husband.

Had he been convicted of cheating at cards, his career
would have been blighted. He would have had to leave the
war department. He would have been socially ostracized.
They intended to hold this club over him--the price of an

avowal on their part that the count was but the victim of the
plot of enemies who wished to besmirch his name was to have
been the papers they seek.

You thwarted them in this. Then they concocted the
scheme whereby my reputation was to be the priceinstead
of the count's. When Paulvitch entered my cabin he explained
it to me. If I would obtain the information for them
he promised to go no fartherotherwise Rokoffwho stood
withoutwas to notify the purser that I was entertaining a
man other than my husband behind the locked doors of my
cabin. He was to tell every one he met on the boatand
when we landed he was to have given the whole story to the
newspaper men.
Was it not too horrible? But I happened to know something
of Monsieur Paulvitch that would send him to the gallows
in Russia if it were known by the police of St. Petersburg.
I dared him to carry out his plan, and then I leaned
toward him and whispered a name in his ear. Like that--and
she snapped her fingers--"he flew at my throat as a madman.
He would have killed me had you not interfered."

The brutes!muttered Tarzan.

They are worse than that, my friend,she said.
They are devils. I fear for you because you have gained
their hatred. I wish you to be on your guard constantly.
Tell me that you will, for my sake, for I should never forgive
myself should you suffer through the kindness you did me.

I do not fear them,he replied. "I have survived grimmer
enemies than Rokoff and Paulvitch." He saw that she knew
nothing of the occurrence in the Rue Maulenor did he
mention itfearing that it might distress her.

For your own safety,he continuedwhy do you not turn
the scoundrels over to the authorities? They should make
quick work of them.

She hesitated for a moment before replying.

There are two reasons,she said finally. "One of them
it is that keeps the count from doing that very thing.
The othermy real reason for fearing to expose themI have
never told--only Rokoff and I know it. I wonder and
then she paused, looking intently at him for a long time.

And what do you wonder?" he askedsmiling.

I was wondering why it is that I want to tell you the
thing that I have not dared tell even to my husband.
I believe that you would understand, and that you could tell
me the right course to follow. I believe that you would not
judge me too harshly.

I fear that I should prove a very poor judge, madame,
Tarzan repliedfor if you had been guilty of murder I
should say that the victim should be grateful to have met
so sweet a fate.

Oh, dear, no,she expostulated; "it is not so terrible as that.
But first let me tell you the reason the count has for not
prosecuting these men; thenif I can hold my courageI
shall tell you the real reason that I dare not. The first is

that Nikolas Rokoff is my brother. We are Russians.
Nikolas has been a bad man since I can remember. He was
cashiered from the Russian armyin which he held a captaincy.
There was a scandal for a timebut after a while it was
partially forgottenand my father obtained a position for him
in the secret service.

There have been many terrible crimes laid at Nikolas' door,
but he has always managed to escape punishment. Of late
he has accomplished it by trumped-up evidence convicting
his victims of treason against the czar, and the Russian
police, who are always only too ready to fasten guilt of
this nature upon any and all, have accepted his version
and exonerated him.

Have not his attempted crimes against you and your
husband forfeited whatever rights the bonds of kinship might
have accorded him?asked Tarzan. "The fact that you are his
sister has not deterred him from seeking to besmirch your honor.
You owe him no loyaltymadame."

Ah, but there is that other reason. If I owe him no loyalty
though he be my brother, I cannot so easily disavow the
fear I hold him in because of a certain episode in my life of
which he is cognizant.

I might as well tell you all she resumed after a pause,
for I see that it is in my heart to tell you sooner or later.
I was educated in a convent. While there I met a man whom
I supposed to be a gentleman. I knew little or nothing about
men and less about love. I got it into my foolish head that
I loved this manand at his urgent request I ran away with him.
We were to have been married.

I was with him just three hours. All in the daytime and
in public places--railroad stations and upon a train.
When we reached our destination where we were to have been
married, two officers stepped up to my escort as we descended
from the train, and placed him under arrest. They took me
also, but when I had told my story they did not detain me,
other than to send me back to the convent under the care of
a matron. It seemed that the man who had wooed me was no
gentleman at all, but a deserter from the army as well as
a fugitive from civil justice. He had a police record in
nearly every country in Europe.

The matter was hushed up by the authorities of the convent.
Not even my parents knew of it. But Nikolas met the man
afterwardand learned the whole story. Now he threatens
to tell the count if I do not do just as he wishes me to."

Tarzan laughed. "You are still but a little girl. The story
that you have told me cannot reflect in any way upon your
reputationand were you not a little girl at heart you would
know it. Go to your husband tonightand tell him the whole
storyjust as you have told it to me. Unless I am much mistaken
he will laugh at you for your fearsand take immediate steps
to put that precious brother of yours in prison
where he belongs."

I only wish that I dared,she said; "but I am afraid.
I learned early to fear men. First my fatherthen Nikolas
then the fathers in the convent. Nearly all my friends fear
their husbands--why should I not fear mine?"

It does not seem right that women should fear men,
said Tarzanan expression of puzzlement on his face.
I am better acquainted with the jungle folk, and there it
is more often the other way around, except among the black men,
and they to my mind are in most ways lower in the scale than
the beasts. No, I cannot understand why civilized women
should fear men, the beings that are created to protect them.
I should hate to think that any woman feared me.

I do not think that any woman would fear you, my friend,
said Olga de Coude softly. "I have known you but a short
whileyet though it may seem foolish to say ityou are
the only man I have ever known whom I think that I should
never fear--it is strangetoofor you are very strong.
I wondered at the ease with which you handled Nikolas and
Paulvitch that night in my cabin. It was marvellous."
As Tarzan was leaving her a short time later he wondered
a little at the clinging pressure of her hand at parting
and the firm insistence with which she exacted a promise
from him that he would call again on the morrow.

The memory of her half-veiled eyes and perfect lips as she
had stood smiling up into his face as he bade her good-by
remained with him for the balance of the day. Olga de
Coude was a very beautiful womanand Tarzan of the Apes
a very lonely young manwith a heart in him that was in
need of the doctoring that only a woman may provide.

As the countess turned back into the room after Tarzan's
departureshe found herself face to face with Nikolas Rokoff.

How long have you been here?she criedshrinking away from him.

Since before your lover came,he answeredwith a nasty leer.

Stop!she commanded. "How dare you say such a thing
to me--your sister!"

Well, my dear Olga, if he is not your lover, accept my
apologies; but it is no fault of yours that he is not.
Had he one-tenth the knowledge of women that I have you
would be in his arms this minute. He is a stupid fool, Olga.
Why, your every word and act was an open invitation to him,
and he had not the sense to see it.

The woman put her hands to her ears.

I will not listen. You are wicked to say such things as that.
No matter what you may threaten me with, you know that I
am a good woman. After tonight you will not dare to annoy
me, for I shall tell Raoul all. He will understand, and then,
Monsieur Nikolas, beware!

You shall tell him nothing,said Rokoff. "I have this affair
nowand with the help of one of your servants whom I may trust
it will lack nothing in the telling when the time comes that the
details of the sworn evidence shall be poured into your husband's
ears. The other affair served its purpose well--we now have
something tangible to work onOlga. A real AFFAIR-and
you a trusted wife. ShameOlga and the brute laughed.

So the countess told her count nothing, and matters were
worse than they had been. From a vague fear her mind was

transferred to a very tangible one. It may be, too, that
conscience helped to enlarge it out of all proportion.

Chapter 5

The Plot That Failed

For a month Tarzan was a regular and very welcome
devotee at the shrine of the beautiful Countess de Coude.
Often he met other members of the select little coterie that
dropped in for tea of an afternoon. More often Olga found
devices that would give her an hour of Tarzan alone.

For a time she had been frightened by what Nikolas had
insinuated. She had not thought of this big, young man
as anything more than friend, but with the suggestion
implanted by the evil words of her brother she had grown to
speculate much upon the strange force which seemed to attract
her toward the gray-eyed stranger. She did not wish to
love him, nor did she wish his love.

She was much younger than her husband, and without having
realized it she had been craving the haven of a friendship
with one nearer her own age. Twenty is shy in exchanging
confidences with forty. Tarzan was but two years
her senior. He could understand her, she felt. Then he was
clean and honorable and chivalrous. She was not afraid of
him. That she could trust him she had felt instinctively
from the first.

From a distance Rokoff had watched this growing intimacy
with malicious glee. Ever since he had learned that
Tarzan knew that he was a Russian spy there had been
added to his hatred for the ape-man a great fear that he
would expose him. He was but waiting now until the moment
was propitious for a master stroke. He wanted to rid himself
forever of Tarzan, and at the same time reap an ample revenge
for the humiliations and defeats that he had suffered
at his hands.

Tarzan was nearer to contentment than he had been since
the peace and tranquility of his jungle had been broken in
upon by the advent of the marooned Porter party. He enjoyed
the pleasant social intercourse with Olga's friends, while
the friendship which had sprung up between the fair countess
and himself was a source of never-ending delight. It broke
in upon and dispersed his gloomy thoughts, and served as a
balm to his lacerated heart.

Sometimes D'Arnot accompanied him on his visits to the
De Coude home, for he had long known both Olga and the
count. Occasionally De Coude dropped in, but the
multitudinous affairs of his official position and the
never-ending demands of politics kept him from home
usually until late at night.

Rokoff spied upon Tarzan almost constantly, waiting for the
time that he should call at the De Coude palace at night,
but in this he was doomed to disappointment. On several
occasions Tarzan accompanied the countess to her home

after the opera, but he invariably left her at the entrance
--much to the disgust of the lady's devoted brother.

Finding that it seemed impossible to trap Tarzan through
any voluntary act of his own, Rokoff and Paulvitch put their
heads together to hatch a plan that would trap the ape-man
in all the circumstantial evidence of a compromising position.

For days they watched the papers as well as the movements
of De Coude and Tarzan. At length they were rewarded.
A morning paper made brief mention of a smoker that was
to be given on the following evening by the German minister.
De Coude's name was among those of the invited guests.
If he attended this meant that he would be absent from
his home until after midnight.

On the night of the banquet Paulvitch waited at the curb
before the residence of the German minister, where he could
scan the face of each guest that arrived. He had not long
to wait before De Coude descended from his car and passed him.
That was enough. Paulvitch hastened back to his quarters,
where Rokoff awaited him. There they waited until after
eleven, then Paulvitch took down the receiver of their telephone.
He called a number.

The apartments of Lieutenant D'Arnot?" he askedwhen
he had obtained his connection.

A message for Monsieur Tarzan, if he will be so kind as
to step to the telephone.

For a minute there was silence.

Monsieur Tarzan?

Ah, yes, monsieur, this is Francois--in the service of
the Countess de Coude. Possibly monsieur does poor Francois
the honor to recall him--yes?

Yesmonsieur. I have a messagean urgent message from
the countess. She asks that you hasten to her at once--she
is in troublemonsieur.

No, monsieur, poor Francois does not know. Shall I
tell madame that monsieur will be here shortly?

Thank youmonsieur. The good God will bless you."

Paulvitch hung up the receiver and turned to grin at Rokoff.

It will take him thirty minutes to get there. If you
reach the German minister's in fifteen, De Coude should arrive
at his home in about forty-five minutes. It all depends
upon whether the fool will remain fifteen minutes after he
finds that a trick has been played upon him; but unless I am
mistaken Olga will be loath to let him go in so short a time
as that. Here is the note for De Coude. Hasten!

Paulvitch lost no time in reaching the German minister's.
At the door he handed the note to a footman. "This is for the
Count de Coude. It is very urgent. You must see that it is
placed in his hands at once and he dropped a piece of silver
into the willing hand of the servant. Then he returned
to his quarters.

A moment later De Coude was apologizing to his host as he
tore open the envelope. What he read left his face white and
his hand trembling.


One who wishes to save the honor of your name takes this
means to warn you that the sanctity of your home is this
minute in jeopardy.

A certain man who for months has been a constant visitor
there during your absence is now with your wife. If
you go at once to your countess' boudoir you will find
them together.


Twenty minutes after Paulvitch had called Tarzan, Rokoff
obtained a connection with Olga's private line. Her maid
answered the telephone which was in the countess' boudoir.

But madame has retired said the maid, in answer to Rokoff's
request to speak with her.

This is a very urgent message for the countess' ears
alone replied Rokoff. Tell her that she must arise and
slip something about her and come to the telephone. I shall
call up again in five minutes." Then he hung up his receiver.
A moment later Paulvitch entered.

The count has the message?asked Rokoff.

He should be on his way to his home by now,replied Paulvitch.

Good! My lady will be sitting in her boudoir, very much
in negligee, about now. In a minute the faithful Jacques will
escort Monsieur Tarzan into her presence without announcing him.
It will take a few minutes for explanations. Olga will
look very alluring in the filmy creation that is her nightdress,
and the clinging robe which but half conceals the
charms that the former does not conceal at all. Olga will be
surprised, but not displeased.

If there is a drop of red blood in the man the count
will break in upon a very pretty love scene in about fifteen
minutes from now. I think we have planned marvelouslymy
dear Alexis. Let us go out and drink to the very good
health of Monsieur Tarzan in some of old Plancon's
unparalleled absinth; not forgetting that the Count de Coude
is one of the best swordsmen in Parisand by far the best
shot in all France."

When Tarzan reached Olga'sJacques was awaiting him at
the entrance.

This way, Monsieur,he saidand led the way up the broad
marble staircase. In another moment he had opened a door
anddrawing aside a heavy curtainobsequiously bowed
Tarzan into a dimly lighted apartment. Then Jacques vanished.

Across the room from him Tarzan saw Olga seated before
a little desk on which stood her telephone. She was tapping
impatiently upon the polished surface of the desk. She had

not heard him enter.

Olga,he saidwhat is wrong?

She turned toward him with a little cry of alarm.

Jean!she cried. "What are you doing here?
Who admitted you? What does it mean?"

Tarzan was thunderstruckbut in an instant he realized
a part of the truth.

Then you did not send for me, Olga?

Send for you at this time of night? MON DIEU! Jean, do
you think that I am quite mad?

Francois telephoned me to come at once; that you were
in trouble and wanted me.

Francois? Who in the world is Francois?

He said that he was in your service. He spoke as though
I should recall the fact.

There is no one by that name in my employ. Some one
has played a joke upon you, Jean,and Olga laughed.

I fear that it may be a most sinister `joke,' Olga,he replied.
There is more back of it than humor.

What do you mean? You do not think that--

Where is the count?he interrupted.

At the German ambassador's.

This is another move by your estimable brother.
Tomorrow the count will hear of it. He will question
the servants. Everything will point to--to what Rokoff
wishes the count to think.

The scoundrel!cried Olga. She had arisenand come close
to Tarzanwhere she stood looking up into his face.
She was very frightened. In her eyes was an expression that the
hunter sees in those of a poorterrified doe--puzzled--questioning.
She trembledand to steady herself raised her hands to his
broad shoulders. "What shall we doJean?" she whispered.
It is terrible. Tomorrow all Paris will read of
it--he will see to that.

Her lookher attitudeher words were eloquent of the age-
old appeal of defenseless woman to her natural protector--man.
Tarzan took one of the warm little hands that lay on his
breast in his own strong one. The act was quite involuntary
and almost equally so was the instinct of protection that
threw a sheltering arm around the girl's shoulders.

The result was electrical. Never before had he been so close
to her. In startled guilt they looked suddenly into each
other's eyesand where Olga de Coude should have been
strong she was weakfor she crept closer into the man's arms
and clasped her own about his neck. And Tarzan of the Apes?
He took the panting figure into his mighty armsand covered

the hot lips with kisses.

Raoul de Coude made hurried excuses to his host after he
had read the note handed him by the ambassador's butler.
Never afterward could he recall the nature of the excuses
he made. Everything was quite a blur to him up to the
time that he stood on the threshold of his own home.
Then he became very coolmoving quietly and with caution.
For some inexplicable reason Jacques had the door open before
he was halfway to the steps. It did not strike him at the
time as being unusualthough afterward he remarked it.

Very softly he tiptoed up the stairs and along the gallery
to the door of his wife's boudoir. In his hand was a
heavy walking stick--in his heartmurder.

Olga was the first to see him. With a horrified shriek she
tore herself from Tarzan's armsand the ape-man turned just
in time to ward with his arm a terrific blow that De Coude
had aimed at his head. Oncetwicethree times the heavy
stick fell with lightning rapidityand each blow aided in the
transition of the ape-man back to the primordial.

With the lowguttural snarl of the bull ape he sprang for
the Frenchman. The great stick was torn from his grasp and
broken in two as though it had been matchwoodto be flung aside
as the now infuriated beast charged for his adversary's throat.
Olga de Coude stood a horrified spectator of the terrible
scene which ensued during the next brief momentthen
she sprang to where Tarzan was murdering her husband--
choking the life from him--shaking him as a terrier might
shake a rat.

Frantically she tore at his great hands. "Mother of
God!" she cried. "You are killing himyou are killing him!
OhJeanyou are killing my husband!"

Tarzan was deaf with rage. Suddenly he hurled the body
to the floorandplacing his foot upon the upturned breast
raised his head. Then through the palace of the Count de
Coude rang the awesome challenge of the bull ape that has
made a kill. From cellar to attic the horrid sound searched
out the servantsand left them blanched and trembling.
The woman in the room sank to her knees beside the body
of her husbandand prayed.

Slowly the red mist faded from before Tarzan's eyes.
Things began to take form--he was regaining the perspective of
civilized man. His eyes fell upon the figure of the kneeling woman.
Olga,he whispered. She looked upexpecting to see the
maniacal light of murder in the eyes above her.
Instead she saw sorrow and contrition.

Oh, Jean!she cried. "See what you have done. He was
my husband. I loved himand you have killed him."

Very gently Tarzan raised the limp form of the Count de
Coude and bore it to a couch. Then he put his ear to the
man's breast.

Some brandy, Olga,he said.

She brought itand together they forced it between his lips.
Presently a faint gasp came from the white lips.

The head turnedand De Coude groaned.

He will not die,said Tarzan. "Thank God!"

Why did you do it, Jean?she asked.

I do not know. He struck me, and I went mad. I have
seen the apes of my tribe do the same thing. I have never
told you my story, Olga. It would have been better had you
known it--this might not have happened. I never saw my father.
The only mother I knew was a ferocious she-ape. Until I was
fifteen I had never seen a human being. I was twenty before
I saw a white man. A little more than a year ago I was a
naked beast of prey in an African jungle.

Do not judge me too harshly. Two years is too short a time
in which to attempt to work the change in an individual that
it has taken countless ages to accomplish in the white race."

I do not judge at all, Jean. The fault is mine.
You must go now--he must not find you here when he
regains consciousness. Good-by.

It was a sorrowful Tarzan who walked with bowed head
from the palace of the Count de Coude.

Once outside his thoughts took definite shapeto the end
that twenty minutes later he entered a police station not
far from the Rue Maule. Here he soon found one of the
officers with whom he had had the encounter several weeks
previous. The policeman was genuinely glad to see again
the man who had so roughly handled him. After a moment
of conversation Tarzan asked if he had ever heard of
Nikolas Rokoff or Alexis Paulvitch.

Very often, indeed, monsieur. Each has a police record,
and while there is nothing charged against them now, we
make it a point to know pretty well where they may be found
should the occasion demand. It is only the same precaution
that we take with every known criminal. Why does monsieur ask?

They are known to me,replied Tarzan. "I wish to see
Monsieur Rokoff on a little matter of business. If you can
direct me to his lodgings I shall appreciate it."

A few minutes later he bade the policeman adieuand
with a slip of paper in his pocket bearing a certain address
in a semirespectable quarterhe walked briskly toward the
nearest taxi stand.

Rokoff and Paulvitch had returned to their roomsand were
sitting talking over the probable outcome of the evening's
events. They had telephoned to the offices of two of the
morning papers from which they momentarily expected
representatives to hear the first report of the scandal
that was to stir social Paris on the morrow.

A heavy step sounded on the stairway. "Ahbut these
newspaper men are prompt exclaimed Rokoff, and as a knock
fell upon the door of their room: Entermonsieur."

The smile of welcome froze upon the Russian's face as
he looked into the hardgray eyes of his visitor.

Name of a name!he shoutedspringing to his feet
What brings you here!

Sit down!said Tarzanso low that the men could barely
catch the wordsbut in a tone that brought Rokoff to his
chairand kept Paulvitch in his.

You know what has brought me here,he continuedin
the same low tone. "It should be to kill youbut because
you are Olga de Coude's brother I shall not do that--now.

I shall give you a chance for your lives. Paulvitch does
not count much--he is merely a stupid, foolish little tool,
and so I shall not kill him so long as I permit you to live.
Before I leave you two alive in this room you will have done
two things. The first will be to write a full confession of
your connection with tonight's plot--and sign it.

The second will be to promise me upon pain of death that you
will permit no word of this affair to get into the newspapers.
If you do not do bothneither of you will be alive when I
pass next through that doorway. Do you understand?"
Andwithout waiting for a reply: "Make haste; there is ink
before youand paper and a pen."

Rokoff assumed a truculent airattempting by bravado to
show how little he feared Tarzan's threats. An instant later
he felt the ape-man's steel fingers at his throatand Paulvitch
who attempted to dodge them and reach the doorwas
lifted completely off the floorand hurled senseless into a
corner. When Rokoff commenced to blacken about the face
Tarzan released his hold and shoved the fellow back into
his chair. After a moment of coughing Rokoff sat sullenly
glaring at the man standing opposite him. Presently Paulvitch
came to himselfand limped painfully back to his chair
at Tarzan's command.

Now write,said the ape-man. "If it is necessary to handle
you again I shall not be so lenient."

Rokoff picked up a pen and commenced to write.

See that you omit no detail, and that you mention every
name,cautioned Tarzan.

Presently there was a knock at the door. "Enter said Tarzan.

A dapper young man came in. I am from the MATIN
he announced. I understand that Monsieur Rokoff has
a story for me."

Then you are mistaken, monsieur,replied Tarzan.
You have no story for publication, have you, my dear Nikolas.

Rokoff looked up from his writing with an ugly scowl
upon his face.

No,he growledI have no story for publication--now.

Nor ever, my dear Nikolas,and the reporter did not see
the nasty light in the ape-man's eye; but Nikolas Rokoff did.

Nor ever,he repeated hastily.

It is too bad that monsieur has been troubled,said Tarzan
turning to the newspaper man. "I bid monsieur good
evening and he bowed the dapper young man out of the
room, and closed the door in his face.

An hour later Tarzan, with a rather bulky manuscript in his
coat pocket, turned at the door leading from Rokoff's room.

Were I you I should leave France he said, for sooner
or later I shall find an excuse to kill you that will not in
any way compromise your sister."

Chapter 6

A Duel

D'Arnot was asleep when Tarzan entered their apartments
after leaving Rokoff's. Tarzan did not disturb himbut
the following morning he narrated the happenings of
the previous eveningomitting not a single detail.

What a fool I have been,he concluded. "De Coude and
his wife were both my friends. How have I returned their
friendship? Barely did I escape murdering the count. I have
cast a stigma on the name of a good woman. It is very probable
that I have broken up a happy home."

Do you love Olga de Coude?asked D'Arnot.

Were I not positive that she does not love me I could not
answer your question, Paul; but without disloyalty to her I
tell you that I do not love her, nor does she love me. For an
instant we were the victims of a sudden madness--it was not
love--and it would have left us, unharmed, as suddenly as
it had come upon us even though De Coude had not returned.
As you know, I have had little experience of women. Olga
de Coude is very beautiful; that, and the dim light and the
seductive surroundings, and the appeal of the defenseless for
protection, might have been resisted by a more civilized
man, but my civilization is not even skin deep--it does not go
deeper than my clothes.

Paris is no place for me. I will but continue to stumble
into more and more serious pitfalls. The man-made
restrictions are irksome. I feel always that I am a prisoner.
I cannot endure itmy friendand so I think that I shall go
back to my own jungleand lead the life that God intended
that I should lead when He put me there."

Do not take it so to heart, Jean,responded D'Arnot.
You have acquitted yourself much better than most
`civilized' men would have under similar circumstances.
As to leaving Paris at this time, I rather think that
Raoul de Coude may be expected to have something to say
on that subject before long.

Nor was D'Arnot mistaken. A week later on Monsieur Flaubert
was announced about eleven in the morningas D'Arnot and
Tarzan were breakfasting. Monsieur Flaubert was an
impressively polite gentleman. With many low bows he delivered

Monsieur le Count de Coude's challenge to Monsieur Tarzan.
Would monsieur be so very kind as to arrange to have
a friend meet Monsieur Flaubert at as early an hour as
convenientthat the details might be arranged to the mutual
satisfaction of all concerned?

Certainly. Monsieur Tarzan would be delighted to place
his interests unreservedly in the hands of his friend
Lieutenant D'Arnot. And so it was arranged that D'Arnot
was to call on Monsieur Flaubert at two that afternoon
and the polite Monsieur Flaubertwith many bowsleft them.

When they were again alone D'Arnot looked quizzically at Tarzan.

Well?he said.

Now to my sins I must add murder, or else myself be killed,
said Tarzan. "I am progressing rapidly in the ways of
my civilized brothers."

What weapons shall you select?asked D'Arnot.
De Coude is accredited with being a master with the sword,
and a splendid shot.

I might then choose poisoned arrows at twenty paces,
or spears at the same distance,laughed Tarzan.
Make it pistols, Paul.

He will kill you, Jean.

I have no doubt of it,replied Tarzan. "I must die some day."

We had better make it swords,said D'Arnot. "He will be
satisfied with wounding youand there is less danger of a
mortal wound."
Pistols,said Tarzanwith finality.

D'Arnot tried to argue him out of itbut without avail
so pistols it was.

D'Arnot returned from his conference with Monsieur Flaubert
shortly after four.

It is all arranged,he said. "Everything is satisfactory.
Tomorrow morning at daylight--there is a secluded spot on
the road not far from Etamps. For some personal reason
Monsieur Flaubert preferred it. I did not demur."

Good!was Tarzan's only comment. He did not refer to
the matter again even indirectly. That night he wrote several
letters before he retired. After sealing and addressing them
he placed them all in an envelope addressed to D'Arnot.
As he undressed D'Arnot heard him humming a music-hall ditty.

The Frenchman swore under his breath. He was very unhappy
for he was positive that when the sun rose the next
morning it would look down upon a dead Tarzan. It grated
upon him to see Tarzan so unconcerned.

This is a most uncivilized hour for people to kill each
other,remarked the ape-man when he had been routed out of
a comfortable bed in the blackness of the early morning hours.
He had slept welland so it seemed that his head scarcely
touched the pillow ere his man deferentially aroused him.

His remark was addressed to D'Arnotwho stood fully
dressed in the doorway of Tarzan's bedroom.

D'Arnot had scarcely slept at all during the night. He was
nervousand therefore inclined to be irritable.

I presume you slept like a baby all night,he said.

Tarzan laughed. "From your tonePaulI infer that you
rather harbor the fact against me. I could not help itreally."

No, Jean; it is not that,replied D'Arnothimself
smiling. "But you take the entire matter with such
infernal indifference--it is exasperating. One would
think that you were going out to shoot at a target
rather than to face one of the best shots in France."

Tarzan shrugged his shoulders. "I am going out to expiate
a great wrongPaul. A very necessary feature of the expiation
is the marksmanship of my opponent. Whereforethenshould
I be dissatisfied? Have you not yourself told me that Count
de Coude is a splendid marksman?"

You mean that you hope to be killed?exclaimed D'Arnot
in horror.

I cannot say that I hope to be; but you must admit that
there is little reason to believe that I shall not be killed.

Had D'Arnot known the thing that was in the ape-man's
mind--that had been in his mind almost from the first
intimation that De Coude would call him to account on the
field of honor--he would have been even more horrified than
he was.

In silence they entered D'Arnot's great carand in
similar silence they sped over the dim road that leads
to Etamps. Each man was occupied with his own thoughts.
D'Arnot's were very mournfulfor he was genuinely fond
of Tarzan. The great friendship which had sprung up between
these two men whose lives and training had been so widely
different had but been strengthened by associationfor
they were both men to whom the same high ideals of manhood
of personal courageand of honor appealed with equal force.
They could understand one anotherand each could be proud
of the friendship of the other.

Tarzan of the Apes was wrapped in thoughts of the past;
pleasant memories of the happier occasions of his lost
jungle life. He recalled the countless boyhood hours that
he had spent cross-legged upon the table in his dead father's
cabinhis little brown body bent over one of the fascinating
picture books from whichunaidedhe had gleaned the secret
of the printed language long before the sounds of
human speech fell upon his ears. A smile of contentment
softened his strong face as he thought of that day of days
that he had had alone with Jane Porter in the heart of his
primeval forest.

Presently his reminiscences were broken in upon by the
stopping of the car--they were at their destination.
Tarzan's mind returned to the affairs of the moment.
He knew that he was about to diebut there was no fear of
death in him. To a denizen of the cruel jungle death is

a commonplace. The first law of nature compels them to
cling tenaciously to life--to fight for it; but it does
not teach them to fear death.

D'Arnot and Tarzan were first upon the field of honor. A
moment later De CoudeMonsieur Flaubertand a third
gentleman arrived. The last was introduced to D'Arnot and
Tarzan; he was a physician.

D'Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert spoke together in whispers
for a brief time. The Count de Coude and Tarzan stood apart
at opposite sides of the field. Presently the seconds
summoned them. D'Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert had examined
both pistols. The two men who were to face each other a
moment later stood silently while Monsieur Flaubert recited
the conditions they were to observe.

They were to stand back to back. At a signal from Monsieur
Flaubert they were to walk in opposite directions
their pistols hanging by their sides. When each had proceeded
ten paces D'Arnot was to give the final signal--then they
were to turn and fire at will until one fellor each had
expended the three shots allowed.

While Monsieur Flaubert spoke Tarzan selected a cigarette
from his caseand lighted it. De Coude was the personification
of coolness--was he not the best shot in France?

Presently Monsieur Flaubert nodded to D'Arnotand
each man placed his principal in position.

Are you quite ready, gentlemen?asked Monsieur Flaubert.

Quite,replied De Coude.

Tarzan nodded. Monsieur Flaubert gave the signal. He
and D'Arnot stepped back a few paces to be out of the line
of fire as the men paced slowly apart. Six! Seven! Eight!
There were tears in D'Arnot's eyes. He loved Tarzan very much.
Nine! Another paceand the poor lieutenant gave the
signal he so hated to give. To him it sounded the doom
of his best friend.

Quickly De Coude wheeled and fired. Tarzan gave a little start.
His pistol still dangled at his side. De Coude hesitated
as though waiting to see his antagonist crumple to the ground.
The Frenchman was too experienced a marksman not to know that
he had scored a hit. Still Tarzan made no move to raise his pistol.
De Coude fired once morebut the attitude of the ape-man--the
utter indifference that was so apparent in every line of the
nonchalant ease of his giant figureand the even unruffled
puffing of his cigarette--had disconcerted the best marksman
in France. This time Tarzan did not startbut again De Coude
knew that he had hit.

Suddenly the explanation leaped to his mind--his antagonist
was coolly taking these terrible chances in the hope
that he would receive no staggering wound from any of
De Coude's three shots. Then he would take his own time
about shooting De Coude down deliberatelycoollyand in
cold blood. A little shiver ran up the Frenchman's spine.
It was fiendish--diabolical. What manner of creature was this
that could stand complacently with two bullets in himwaiting
for the third?

And so De Coude took careful aim this timebut his nerve
was goneand he made a clean miss. Not once had Tarzan
raised his pistol hand from where it hung beside his leg.

For a moment the two stood looking straight into each
other's eyes. On Tarzan's face was a pathetic expression
of disappointment. On De Coude's a rapidly growing
expression of horror--yesof terror.

He could endure it no longer.

Mother of God! Monsieur--shoot!he screamed.

But Tarzan did not raise his pistol. Insteadhe advanced
toward De Coudeand when D'Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert
misinterpreting his intentionwould have rushed between
themhe raised his left hand in a sign of remonstrance.

Do not fear,he said to themI shall not harm him.

It was most unusualbut they halted. Tarzan advanced
until he was quite close to De Coude.

There must have been something wrong with monsieur's
pistol,he said. "Or monsieur is unstrung. Take mine
monsieurand try again and Tarzan offered his pistol, butt
foremost, to the astonished De Coude.

MON DIEUmonsieur!" cried the latter. "Are you mad?"

No, my friend,replied the ape-man; "but I deserve to die.
It is the only way in which I may atone for the wrong I have
done a very good woman. Take my pistol and do as I bid."

It would be murder,replied De Coude. "But what wrong
did you do my wife? She swore to me that--"

I do not mean that,said Tarzan quickly. "You saw all
the wrong that passed between us. But that was enough to
cast a shadow upon her nameand to ruin the happiness of
a man against whom I had no enmity. The fault was all
mineand so I hoped to die for it this morning. I am
disappointed that monsieur is not so wonderful a marksman
as I had been led to believe."

You say that the fault was all yours?asked De Coude eagerly.

All mine, monsieur. Your wife is a very pure woman.
She loves only you. The fault that you saw was all mine.
The thing that brought me there was no fault of either the
Countess de Coude or myself. Here is a paper which will quite
positively demonstrate that,and Tarzan drew from his pocket
the statement Rokoff had written and signed.

De Coude took it and read. D'Arnot and Monsieur Flaubert
had drawn near. They were interested spectators of this
strange ending of a strange duel. None spoke until De
Coude had quite finishedthen he looked up at Tarzan.

You are a very brave and chivalrous gentleman,he said.
I thank God that I did not kill you.

De Coude was a Frenchman. Frenchmen are impulsive. He threw

his arms about Tarzan and embraced him. Monsieur Flaubert
embraced D'Arnot. There was no one to embrace the doctor.
So possibly it was pique which prompted him to interfere
and demand that he be permitted to dress Tarzan's wounds.

This gentleman was hit once at least,he said. "Possibly thrice."

Twice,said Tarzan. "Once in the left shoulderand again
in the left side--both flesh woundsI think." But the doctor
insisted upon stretching him upon the swardand tinkering
with him until the wounds were cleansed and the flow of
blood checked.

One result of the duel was that they all rode back to Paris
together in D'Arnot's carthe best of friends. De Coude
was so relieved to have had this double assurance of his
wife's loyalty that he felt no rancor at all toward Tarzan.
It is true that the latter had assumed much more of the fault
than was rightly hisbut if he lied a little he may be
excusedfor he lied in the service of a womanand he lied
like a gentleman.

The ape-man was confined to his bed for several days. He
felt that it was foolish and unnecessarybut the doctor and
D'Arnot took the matter so to heart that he gave in to please
themthough it made him laugh to think of it.

It is droll,he said to D'Arnot. "To lie abed because of a
pin prick! Whywhen Bolganithe king gorillatore me almost
to pieceswhile I was still but a little boydid I have a
nice soft bed to lie on? Noonly the damprotting vegetation
of the jungle. Hidden beneath some friendly bush I lay for
days and weeks with only Kala to nurse me--poorfaithful
Kalawho kept the insects from my wounds and warned off
the beasts of prey.

When I called for water she brought it to me in her own
mouth--the only way she knew to carry it. There was no
sterilized gauze, there was no antiseptic bandage--there
was nothing that would not have driven our dear doctor mad
to have seen. Yet I recovered--recovered to lie in bed
because of a tiny scratch that one of the jungle folk would
scarce realize unless it were upon the end of his nose.

But the time was soon overand before he realized it
Tarzan found himself abroad again. Several times De Coude
had calledand when he found that Tarzan was anxious for
employment of some nature he promised to see what could
be done to find a berth for him.

It was the first day that Tarzan was permitted to go out
that he received a message from De Coude requesting him
to call at the count's office that afternoon.

He found De Coude awaiting him with a very pleasant welcome
and a sincere congratulation that he was once more
upon his feet. Neither had ever mentioned the duel or the
cause of it since that morning upon the field of honor.

I think that I have found just the thing for you, Monsieur
Tarzan,said the count. "It is a position of much trust and
responsibilitywhich also requires considerably physical courage
and prowess. I cannot imagine a man better fitted than
youmy dear Monsieur Tarzanfor this very position. It will

necessitate traveland later it may lead to a very much better
post--possibly in the diplomatic service.

At first, for a short time only, you will be a special agent
in the service of the ministry of war. Come, I will take you
to the gentleman who will be your chief. He can explain
the duties better than I, and then you will be in a position
to judge if you wish to accept or no.

De Coude himself escorted Tarzan to the office of General
Rocherethe chief of the bureau to which Tarzan would be
attached if he accepted the position. There the count left
himafter a glowing description to the general of the many
attributes possessed by the ape-man which should fit him
for the work of the service.

A half hour later Tarzan walked out of the office the
possessor of the first position he had ever held. On the morrow
he was to return for further instructionsthough General
Rochere had made it quite plain that Tarzan might prepare
to leave Paris for an almost indefinite periodpossibly on
the morrow.

It was with feelings of the keenest elation that he hastened
home to bear the good news to D'Arnot. At last he was to be
of some value in the world. He was to earn moneyandbest
of allto travel and see the world.

He could scarcely wait to get well inside D'Arnot's sitting
room before he burst out with the glad tidings. D'Arnot was
not so pleased.

It seems to delight you to think that you are to leave
Paris, and that we shall not see each other for months, perhaps.
Tarzan, you are a most ungrateful beast!and D'Arnot laughed.

No, Paul; I am a little child. I have a new toy, and I am
tickled to death.

And so it came that on the following day Tarzan left
Paris en route for Marseilles and Oran.

Chapter 7

The Dancing Girl of Sidi Aissa

Tarzan's first mission did not bid fair to be either
exciting or vastly important. There was a certain lieutenant
of SPAHIS whom the government had reason to suspect
of improper relations with a great European power.
This Lieutenant Gernoiswho was at present stationed at
Sidibel-Abbeshad recently been attached to the general staff
where certain information of great military value had come
into his possession in the ordinary routine of his duties.
It was this information which the government suspected the
great power was bartering for with the officer.

It was at most but a vague hint dropped by a certain
notorious Parisienne in a jealous mood that had caused
suspicion to rest upon the lieutenant. But general staffs are
jealous of their secretsand treason so serious a thing that

even a hint of it may not be safely neglected. And so it was
that Tarzan had come to Algeria in the guise of an American
hunter and traveler to keep a close eye upon Lieutenant Gernois.

He had looked forward with keen delight to again seeing
his beloved Africabut this northern aspect of it was so
different from his tropical jungle home that he might as well
have been back in Paris for all the heart thrills of homecoming
that he experienced. At Oran he spent a day wandering through
the narrowcrooked alleys of the Arab quarter enjoying the
strangenew sights. The next day found him at Sidi-bel-Abbes
where he presented his letters of introduction to both civil
and military authorities--letters which gave no clew to the
real significance of his mission.

Tarzan possessed a sufficient command of English to enable
him to pass among Arabs and Frenchmen as an American
and that was all that was required of it. When he met an
Englishman he spoke French in order that he might not betray
himselfbut occasionally talked in English to foreigners
who understood that tonguebut could not note the slight
imperfections of accent and pronunciation that were his.

Here he became acquainted with many of the French officers
and soon became a favorite among them. He met Gernois
whom he found to be a taciturndyspeptic-looking man of
about fortyhaving little or no social intercourse with
his fellows.

For a month nothing of moment occurred. Gernois apparently
had no visitorsnor did he on his occasional visits
to the town hold communication with any who might even
by the wildest flight of imagination be construed into secret
agents of a foreign power. Tarzan was beginning to hope that
after allthe rumor might have been falsewhen suddenly
Gernois was ordered to Bou Saada in the Petit Sahara far to
the south.

A company of SPAHIS and three officers were to relieve
another company already stationed there. Fortunately one of
the officersCaptain Gerardhad become an excellent friend of
Tarzan'sand so when the ape-man suggested that he should
embrace the opportunity of accompanying him to Bou Saadawhere
he expected to find huntingit caused not the slightest suspicion.

At Bouira the detachment detrainedand the balance of the
journey was made in the saddle. As Tarzan was dickering at
Bouira for a mount he caught a brief glimpse of a man in
European clothes eying him from the doorway of a native
coffeehousebut as Tarzan looked the man turned and entered the
littlelow-ceilinged mud hutand but for a haunting impression
that there had been something familiar about the face or figure
of the fellowTarzan gave the matter no further thought.

The march to Aumale was fatiguing to Tarzanwhose
equestrian experiences hitherto had been confined to a course
of riding lessons in a Parisian academyand so it was that he
quickly sought the comforts of a bed in the Hotel Grossat
while the officers and troops took up their quarters at the
military post.

Although Tarzan was called early the following morning
the company of SPAHIS was on the march before he had
finished his breakfast. He was hurrying through his meal that

the soldiers might not get too far in advance of him when he
glanced through the door connecting the dining room with the bar.

To his surprisehe saw Gernois standing there in
conversation with the very stranger he had seen in the coffee-
house at Bouira the day previous. He could not be mistaken
for there was the same strangely familiar attitude and figure
though the man's back was toward him.

As his eyes lingered on the twoGernois looked up and
caught the intent expression on Tarzan's face. The stranger
was talking in a low whisper at the timebut the French
officer immediately interrupted himand the two at once
turned away and passed out of the range of Tarzan's vision.

This was the first suspicious occurrence that Tarzan had
ever witnessed in connection with Gernois' actionsbut he
was positive that the men had left the barroom solely because
Gernois had caught Tarzan's eyes upon them; then there was
the persistent impression of familiarity about the stranger
to further augment the ape-man's belief that here at length
was something which would bear watching.

A moment later Tarzan entered the barroombut the men
had leftnor did he see aught of them in the street beyond
though he found a pretext to ride to various shops before he
set out after the column which had now considerable start of him.
He did not overtake them until he reached Sidi Aissa shortly
after noonwhere the soldiers had halted for an hour's rest.
Here he found Gernois with the columnbut there was no
sign of the stranger.

It was market day at Sidi Aissaand the numberless caravans
of camels coming in from the desertand the crowds of
bickering Arabs in the market placefilled Tarzan with a
consuming desire to remain for a day that he might see more of
these sons of the desert. Thus it was that the company of
SPAHIS marched on that afternoon toward Bou Saada without
him. He spent the hours until dark wandering about the
market in company with a youthful Arabone Abdulwho
had been recommended to him by the innkeeper as a trustworthy
servant and interpreter.

Here Tarzan purchased a better mount than the one he
had selected at Bouiraandentering into conversation with
the stately Arab to whom the animal had belongedlearned
that the seller was Kadour ben Sadensheik of a desert tribe
far south of Djelfa. Through AbdulTarzan invited his new
acquaintance to dine with him. As the three were making
their way through the crowds of marketerscamelsdonkeys
and horses that filled the market place with a confusing
babel of soundsAbdul plucked at Tarzan's sleeve.

Look, master, behind us,and he turnedpointing at a
figure which disappeared behind a camel as Tarzan turned.
He has been following us about all afternoon,continued Abdul.

I caught only a glimpse of an Arab in a dark-blue burnoose
and white turban,replied Tarzan. "Is it he you mean?"

Yes. I suspected him because he seems a stranger here,
without other business than following us, which is not the
way of the Arab who is honest, and also because he keeps
the lower part of his face hidden, only his eyes showing.

He must be a bad man, or he would have honest business of
his own to occupy his time.

He is on the wrong scent then, Abdul,replied Tarzan
for no one here can have any grievance against me.
This is my first visit to your country, and none knows me.
He will soon discover his error, and cease to follow us.

Unless he be bent on robbery,returned Abdul.

Then all we can do is wait until he is ready to try his
hand upon us,laughed Tarzanand I warrant that he will
get his bellyful of robbing now that we are prepared for
him,and so he dismissed the subject from his mindthough
he was destined to recall it before many hours through a most
unlooked-for occurrence.

Kadour ben Sadenhaving dined wellprepared to take leave
of his host. With dignified protestations of friendshiphe
invited Tarzan to visit him in his wild domainwhere the
antelopethe stagthe boarthe pantherand the lion might
still be found in sufficient numbers to tempt an ardent huntsman.

On his departure the ape-manwith Abdulwandered again
into the streets of Sidi Aissawhere he was soon attracted
by the wild din of sound coming from the open doorway of
one of the numerous CAFES MAURES. It was after eightand
the dancing was in full swing as Tarzan entered. The room
was filled to repletion with Arabs. All were smokingand
drinking their thickhot coffee.

Tarzan and Abdul found seats near the center of the room
though the terrific noise produced by the musicians upon
their Arab drums and pipes would have rendered a seat
farther from them more acceptable to the quiet-loving ape-man.
A rather good-looking Ouled-Nail was dancingandperceiving
Tarzan's European clothesand scenting a generous gratuity
she threw her silken handkerchief upon his shoulder
to be rewarded with a franc.

When her place upon the floor had been taken by another
the bright-eyed Abdul saw her in conversation with two
Arabs at the far side of the roomnear a side door that
let upon an inner courtaround the gallery of which were
the rooms occupied by the girls who danced in this cafe.

At first he thought nothing of the matterbut presently he
noticed from the corner of his eye one of the men nod in
their directionand the girl turn and shoot a furtive glance
at Tarzan. Then the Arabs melted through the doorway into
the darkness of the court.

When it came again the girl's turn to dance she hovered
close to Tarzanand for the ape-man alone were her sweetest
smiles. Many an ugly scowl was cast upon the tall European
by swarthydark-eyed sons of the desertbut neither smiles
nor scowls produced any outwardly visible effect upon him.
Again the girl cast her handkerchief upon his shoulderand
again was she rewarded with a franc piece. As she was sticking
it upon her foreheadafter the custom of her kindshe
bent low toward Tarzanwhispering a quick word in his ear.

There are two without in the court,she said quicklyin
broken Frenchwho would harm m'sieur. At first I promised

to lure you to them, but you have been kind, and I cannot
do it. Go quickly, before they find that I have failed them.
I think that they are very bad men.

Tarzan thanked the girlassuring her that he would be careful
andhaving finished her danceshe crossed to the little
doorway and went out into the court. But Tarzan did not leave
the cafe as she had urged.

For another half hour nothing unusual occurredthen a
surly-looking Arab entered the cafe from the street. He stood
near Tarzanwhere he deliberately made insulting remarks
about the Europeanbut as they were in his native tongue
Tarzan was entirely innocent of their purport until Abdul
took it upon himself to enlighten him.

This fellow is looking for trouble,warned Abdul. "He is
not alone. In factin case of a disturbancenearly every
man here would be against you. It would be better to leave

Ask the fellow what he wants,commanded Tarzan.

He says that `the dog of a Christian' insulted the Ouled-
Nail, who belongs to him. He means trouble, m'sieur.

Tell him that I did not insult his or any other Ouled-
Nail, that I wish him to go away and leave me alone.
That I have no quarrel with him, nor has he any with me.

He says,replied Abdulafter delivering this message to
the Arabthat besides being a dog yourself that you are the
son of one, and that your grandmother was a hyena.
Incidentally you are a liar.

The attention of those near by had now been attracted
by the altercationand the sneering laughs that followed
this torrent of invective easily indicated the trend of the
sympathies of the majority of the audience.

Tarzan did not like being laughed atneither did he relish
the terms applied to him by the Arabbut he showed no
sign of anger as he arose from his seat upon the bench.
A half smile played about his lipsbut of a sudden a mighty
fist shot into the face of the scowling Araband back of it
were the terrible muscles of the ape-man.

At the instant that the man fell a half dozen fierce plainsmen
sprang into the room from where they had apparently been
waiting for their cue in the street before the cafe.
With cries of "Kill the unbeliever!" and "Down with the
dog of a Christian!" they made straight for Tarzan.
A number of the younger Arabs in the audience sprang to
their feet to join in the assault upon the unarmed white man.
Tarzan and Abdul were rushed back toward the end of
the room by the very force of numbers opposing them.
The young Arab remained loyal to his masterand with
drawn knife fought at his side.

With tremendous blows the ape-man felled all who came
within reach of his powerful hands. He fought quietly and
without a wordupon his lips the same half smile they had
worn as he rose to strike down the man who had insulted him.
It seemed impossible that either he or Abdul could survive the

sea of wicked-looking swords and knives that surrounded
thembut the very numbers of their assailants proved the
best bulwark of their safety. So closely packed was the
howlingcursing mob that no weapon could be wielded to
advantageand none of the Arabs dared use a firearm for
fear of wounding one of his compatriots.

Finally Tarzan succeeded in seizing one of the most
persistent of his attackers. With a quick wrench he disarmed
the fellowand thenholding him before them as a shield
he backed slowly beside Abdul toward the little door which
led into the inner courtyard. At the threshold he paused for
an instantandlifting the struggling Arab above his head
hurled himas though from a catapultfull in the faces of
his on-pressing fellows.

Then Tarzan and Abdul stepped into the semidarkness of
the court. The frightened Ouled-Nails were crouching at the
tops of the stairs which led to their respective roomsthe
only light in the courtyard coming from the sickly candles
which each girl had stuck with its own grease to the woodwork
of her door-framethe better to display her charms
to those who might happen to traverse the dark inclosure.

Scarcely had Tarzan and Abdul emerged from the room ere
a revolver spoke close at their backs from the shadows
beneath one of the stairwaysand as they turned to meet this
new antagonisttwo muffled figures sprang toward them
firing as they came. Tarzan leaped to meet these two new
assailants. The foremost laya second laterin the trampled
dirt of the courtdisarmed and groaning from a broken wrist.
Abdul's knife found the vitals of the second in the instant
that the fellow's revolver missed fire as he held it to the
faithful Arab's forehead.

The maddened horde within the cafe were now rushing out in
pursuit of their quarry. The Ouled-Nails had extinguished
their candles at a cry from one of their numberand the
only light within the yard came feebly from the open and
half-blocked door of the cafe. Tarzan had seized a sword
from the man who had fallen before Abdul's knifeand now
he stood waiting for the rush of men that was coming in
search of them through the darkness.

Suddenly he felt a light hand upon his shoulder from behind
and a woman's voice whisperingQuick, m'sieur; this way. Follow me.

Come, Abdul,said Tarzanin a low toneto the youth;
we can be no worse off elsewhere than we are here.

The woman turned and led them up the narrow stairway
that ended at the door of her quarters. Tarzan was close
beside her. He saw the gold and silver bracelets upon her
bare armsthe strings of gold coin that depended from her hair
ornamentsand the gorgeous colors of her dress. He saw that
she was a Ouled-Nailand instinctively he knew that she
was the same who had whispered the warning in his ear
earlier in the evening.

As they reached the top of the stairs they could hear the
angry crowd searching the yard beneath.

Soon they will search here,whispered the girl.
They must not find you, for, though you fight with the

strength of many men, they will kill you in the end.
Hasten; you can drop from the farther window of my room to the
street beyond. Before they discover that you are no longer in
the court of the buildings you will be safe within the hotel.

But even as she spokeseveral men had started up the
stairway at the head of which they stood. There was a sudden
cry from one of the searchers. They had been discovered.
Quickly the crowd rushed for the stairway. The foremost
assailant leaped quickly upwardbut at the top he met the
sudden sword that he had not expected--the quarry had been
unarmed before.

With a crythe man toppled back upon those behind him.
Like tenpins they rolled down the stairs. The ancient and
rickety structure could not withstand the strain of this
unwonted weight and jarring. With a creaking and rending
of breaking wood it collapsed beneath the Arabsleaving
TarzanAbduland the girl alone upon the frail platform
at the top.

Come!cried the Ouled-Nail. "They will reach us from
another stairway through the room next to mine. We have
not a moment to spare."

Just as they were entering the room Abdul heard and
translated a cry from the yard below for several to hasten
to the street and cut off escape from that side.

We are lost now,said the girl simply.

We?questioned Tarzan.

Yes, m'sieur,she responded; "they will kill me as well.
Have I not aided you?"

This put a different aspect on the matter. Tarzan had rather
been enjoying the excitement and danger of the encounter.
He had not for an instant supposed that either Abdul or the
girl could suffer except through accidentand he had only
retreated just enough to keep from being killed himself.
He had had no intention of running away until he saw that
he was hopelessly lost were he to remain.

Alone he could have sprung into the midst of that closepacked
mobandlaying about him after the fashion of
Numathe lionhave struck the Arabs with such consternation
that escape would have been easy. Now he must think
entirely of these two faithful friends.

He crossed to the window which overlooked the street. In
a minute there would be enemies below. Already he could
hear the mob clambering the stairway to the next quarters-they
would be at the door beside him in another instant.
He put a foot upon the sill and leaned outbut he did not
look down. Above himwithin arm's reachwas the low roof
of the building. He called to the girl. She came and stood
beside him. He put a great arm about her and lifted her across
his shoulder.

Wait here until I reach down for you from above,he
said to Abdul. "In the meantime shove everything in the
room against that door--it may delay them long enough."
Then he stepped to the sill of the narrow window with the

girl upon his shoulders. "Hold tight he cautioned her.
A moment later he had clambered to the roof above with the
ease and dexterity of an ape. Setting the girl down, he leaned
far over the roof's edge, calling softly to Abdul. The youth
ran to the window.

Your hand whispered Tarzan. The men in the room beyond
were battering at the door. With a sudden crash it fell
splintering in, and at the same instant Abdul felt himself
lifted like a feather onto the roof above. They were not a
moment too soon, for as the men broke into the room which
they had just quitted a dozen more rounded the corner in the
street below and came running to a spot beneath the girl's window.

Chapter 8

The Fight in the Desert

As the three squatted upon the roof above the quarters of
the Ouled-Nails they heard the angry cursing of the
Arabs in the room beneath. Abdul translated from time
to time to Tarzan.

They are berating those in the street below now said
Abdul, for permitting us to escape so easily. Those in the
street say that we did not come that way--that we are still
within the buildingand that those abovebeing too cowardly
to attack usare attempting to deceive them into believing
that we have escaped. In a moment they will have fighting
of their own to attend to if they continue their brawling."

Presently those in the building gave up the searchand
returned to the cafe. A few remained in the street below
smoking and talking.

Tarzan spoke to the girlthanking her for the sacrifice she
had made for hima total stranger.

I liked you,she said simply. "You were unlike the others
who come to the cafe. You did not speak coarsely to me-the
manner in which you gave me money was not an insult."

What shall you do after tonight?he asked. "You cannot return
to the cafe. Can you even remain with safety in Sidi Aissa?"

Tomorrow it will be forgotten,she replied. "But I should
be glad if it might be that I need never return to this or
another cafe. I have not remained because I wished to;
I have been a prisoner."

A prisoner!ejaculated Tarzan incredulously.

A slave would be the better word,she answered. "I was stolen
in the night from my father's DOUAR by a band of marauders.
They brought me here and sold me to the Arab who keeps this cafe.
It has been nearly two years now since I saw the last of mine
own people. They are very far to the south. They never come
to Sidi Aissa."

You would like to return to your people?asked Tarzan.

Then I shall promise to see you safely so far as Bou Saada
at least. There we can doubtless arrange with the commandant
to send you the rest of the way.

Oh, m'sieur,she criedhow can I ever repay you! You
cannot really mean that you will do so much for a poor
Ouled-Nail. But my father can reward you, and he will, for
is he not a great sheik? He is Kadour ben Saden.

Kadour ben Saden!ejaculated Tarzan. "WhyKadour
ben Saden is in Sidi Aissa this very night. He dined
with me but a few hours since."

My father in Sidi Aissa?cried the amazed girl.
Allah be praised then, for I am indeed saved.

Hssh!cautioned Abdul. "Listen."

From below came the sound of voicesquite distinguishable
upon the still night air. Tarzan could not understand the
wordsbut Abdul and the girl translated.

They have gone now,said the latter. "It is you they wantm'sieur.
One of them said that the stranger who had offered
money for your slaying lay in the house of Akmed din
Soulef with a broken wristbut that he had offered a still
greater reward if some would lay in wait for you upon the
road to Bou Saada and kill you."

It is he who followed m'sieur about the market today,
exclaimed Abdul. "I saw him again within the cafe--him
and another; and the two went out into the inner court after
talking with this girl here. It was they who attacked and
fired upon usas we came out of the cafe. Why do they wish
to kill youm'sieur?"

I do not know,replied Tarzanand thenafter a pause:
Unless--But he did not finishfor the thought that had
come to his mindwhile it seemed the only reasonable solution
of the mysteryappeared at the same time quite improbable.
Presently the men in the street went away. The courtyard
and the cafe were deserted. Cautiously Tarzan lowered
himself to the sill of the girl's window. The room was empty.
He returned to the roof and let Abdul downthen he
lowered the girl to the arms of the waiting Arab.

From the window Abdul dropped the short distance to the
street belowwhile Tarzan took the girl in his arms and leaped
down as he had done on so many other occasions in his
own forest with a burden in his arms. A little cry of alarm
was startled from the girl's lipsbut Tarzan landed in the
street with but an imperceptible jarand lowered her in safety
to her feet.

She clung to him for a moment.

How strong m'sieur is, and how active,she cried.
EL ADREA, the black lion, himself is not more so.

I should like to meet this EL ADREA of yours,he said.
I have heard much about him.

And you come to the DOUAR of my father you shall see
him,said the girl. "He lives in a spur of the mountains

north of usand comes down from his lair at night to rob my
father's DOUAR. With a single blow of his mighty paw he
crushes the skull of a bulland woe betide the belated
wayfarer who meets EL ADREA abroad at night."

Without further mishap they reached the hotel. The sleepy
landlord objected strenuously to instituting a search for
Kadour ben Saden until the following morningbut a piece
of gold put a different aspect on the matterso that a few
moments later a servant had started to make the rounds of
the lesser native hostelries where it might be expected that a
desert sheik would find congenial associations. Tarzan had
felt it necessary to find the girl's father that nightfor
fear he might start on his homeward journey too early in the
morning to be intercepted.

They had waited perhaps half an hour when the messenger
returned with Kadour ben Saden. The old sheik entered
the room with a questioning expression upon his proud face.

Monsieur has done me the honor to--he commencedand
then his eyes fell upon the girl. With outstretched arms
he crossed the room to meet her. "My daughter!" he cried.
Allah is merciful!and tears dimmed the martial eyes of
the old warrior.

When the story of her abduction and her final rescue had
been told to Kadour ben Saden he extended his hand to Tarzan.

All that is Kadour ben Saden's is thine, my friend, even
to his life,he said very simplybut Tarzan knew that
those were no idle words.

It was decided that although three of them would have to
ride after practically no sleepit would be best to make an
early start in the morningand attempt to ride all the
way to Bou Saada in one day. It would have been
comparatively easy for the menbut for the girl it
was sure to be a fatiguing journey.

Shehoweverwas the most anxious to undertake itfor
it seemed to her that she could not quickly enough reach the
family and friends from whom she had been separated for
two years.

It seemed to Tarzan that he had not closed his eyes before
he was awakenedand in another hour the party was on its
way south toward Bou Saada. For a few miles the road was
goodand they made rapid progressbut suddenly it became
only a waste of sandinto which the horses sank fetlock
deep at nearly every step. In addition to TarzanAbdul
the sheikand his daughter were four of the wild plainsmen
of the sheik's tribe who had accompanied him upon the trip
to Sidi Aissa. Thusseven guns strongthey entertained little
fear of attack by dayand if all went well they should reach
Bou Saada before nightfall.

A brisk wind enveloped them in the blowing sand of the
desertuntil Tarzan's lips were parched and cracked. What
little he could see of the surrounding country was far from
alluring--a vast expanse of rough countryrolling in little
barren hillocksand tufted here and there with clumps of
dreary shrub. Far to the south rose the dim lines of the
Saharan Atlas range. How differentthought Tarzanfrom

the gorgeous Africa of his boyhood!

Abdulalways on the alertlooked backward quite as often
as he did ahead. At the top of each hillock that they mounted
he would draw in his horse andturningscan the country to
the rear with utmost care. At last his scrutiny was rewarded.

Look!he cried. "There are six horsemen behind us."

Your friends of last evening, no doubt, monsieur,remarked
Kadour ben Saden dryly to Tarzan.

No doubt,replied the ape-man. "I am sorry that my
society should endanger the safety of your journey. At the
next village I shall remain and question these gentlemen
while you ride on. There is no necessity for my being at Bou
Saada tonightand less still why you should not ride in peace."

If you stop we shall stop,said Kadour ben Saden. "Until
you are safe with your friendsor the enemy has left your
trailwe shall remain with you. There is nothing more to say."

Tarzan nodded his head. He was a man of few words
and possibly it was for this reason as much as any that
Kadour ben Saden had taken to himfor if there be one
thing that an Arab despises it is a talkative man.

All the balance of the day Abdul caught glimpses of the
horsemen in their rear. They remained always at about the
same distance. During the occasional halts for restand
at the longer halt at noonthey approached no closer.

They are waiting for darkness,said Kadour ben Saden.

And darkness came before they reached Bou Saada. The
last glimpse that Abdul had of the grimwhite-robed figures
that trailed themjust before dusk made it impossible to
distinguish themhad made it apparent that they were rapidly
closing up the distance that intervened between them and
their intended quarry. He whispered this fact to Tarzanfor
he did not wish to alarm the girl. The ape-man drew back
beside him.

You will ride ahead with the others, Abdul,said Tarzan.
This is my quarrel. I shall wait at the next convenient
spot, and interview these fellows.

Then Abdul shall wait at thy side,replied the young
Arabnor would any threats or commands move him from
his decision.

Very well, then,replied Tarzan. "Here is as good a place
as we could wish. Here are rocks at the top of this hillock.
We shall remain hidden here and give an account of ourselves
to these gentlemen when they appear."

They drew in their horses and dismounted. The others
riding ahead were already out of sight in the darkness.
Beyond them shone the lights of Bou Saada. Tarzan removed
his rifle from its boot and loosened his revolver in its holster.
He ordered Abdul to withdraw behind the rocks with the
horsesso that they should be shielded from the enemies'
bullets should they fire. The young Arab pretended to do as
he was bidbut when he had fastened the two animals securely

to a low shrub he crept back to lie on his belly a few
paces behind Tarzan.

The ape-man stood erect in the middle of the roadwaiting.
Nor did he have long to wait. The sound of galloping
horses came suddenly out of the darkness below himand a
moment later he discerned the moving blotches of lighter
color against the solid background of the night.

Halt,he criedor we fire!

The white figures came to a sudden stopand for a moment
there was silence. Then came the sound of a whispered council
and like ghosts the phantom riders dispersed in all directions.
Again the desert lay still about himyet it was an ominous
stillness that foreboded evil.

Abdul raised himself to one knee. Tarzan cocked his
jungle-trained earsand presently there came to him the
sound of horses walking quietly through the sand to the
east of himto the westto the northand to the south.
They had been surrounded. Then a shot came from the direction
in which he was lookinga bullet whirred through the air
above his headand he fired at the flash of the enemy's gun.

Instantly the soundless waste was torn with the quick
staccato of guns upon every hand. Abdul and Tarzan fired
only at the flashes--they could not yet see their foemen.
Presently it became evident that the attackers were circling
their positiondrawing closer and closer in as they began to
realize the paltry numbers of the party which opposed them.

But one came too closefor Tarzan was accustomed to using
his eyes in the darkness of the jungle nightthan which
there is no more utter darkness this side the graveand
with a cry of pain a saddle was emptied.

The odds are evening, Abdul,said Tarzanwith a low laugh.

But they were still far too one-sidedand when the five
remaining horsemen whirled at a signal and charged full
upon them it looked as if there would be a sudden ending
of the battle. Both Tarzan and Abdul sprang to the shelter of
the rocksthat they might keep the enemy in front of them.
There was a mad clatter of galloping hoofsa volley of shots
from both sidesand the Arabs withdrew to repeat the
maneuver; but there were now only four against the two.

For a few moments there came no sound from out of
the surrounding blackness. Tarzan could not tell whether the
Arabssatisfied with their losseshad given up the fightor
were waiting farther along the road to waylay them as they
proceeded on toward Bou Saada. But he was not left long in
doubtfor now all from one direction came the sound of a
new charge. But scarcely had the first gun spoken ere a
dozen shots rang out behind the Arabs. There came the wild
shouts of a new party to the controversyand the pounding
of the feet of many horses from down the road to Bou Saada.

The Arabs did not wait to learn the identity of the oncomers.
With a parting volley as they dashed by the position which
Tarzan and Abdul were holdingthey plunged off along the
road toward Sidi Aissa. A moment later Kadour ben Saden
and his men dashed up.

The old sheik was much relieved to find that neither
Tarzan nor Abdul had received a scratch. Not even had their
horses been wounded. They sought out the two men who had
fallen before Tarzan's shotsandfinding that both were
deadleft them where they lay.

Why did you not tell me that you contemplated ambushing
those fellows?asked the sheik in a hurt tone. "We might
have had them all if the seven of us had stopped to meet them."

Then it would have been useless to stop at all,replied
Tarzanfor had we simply ridden on toward Bou Saada they
would have been upon us presently, and all could have been
engaged. It was to prevent the transfer of my own quarrel
to another's shoulders that Abdul and I stopped off to
question them. Then there is your daughter--I could not be the
cause of exposing her needlessly to the marksmanship of six men.

Kadour ben Saden shrugged his shoulders. He did not
relish having been cheated out of a fight.

The little battle so close to Bou Saada had drawn out a
company of soldiers. Tarzan and his party met them just
outside the town. The officer in charge halted them to learn
the significance of the shots.

A handful of marauders,replied Kadour ben Saden.
They attacked two of our number who had dropped behind,
but when we returned to them the fellows soon dispersed.
They left two dead. None of my party was injured.

This seemed to satisfy the officerand after taking the
names of the party he marched his men on toward the scene
of the skirmish to bring back the dead men for purposes of
identificationif possible.

Two days laterKadour ben Sadenwith his daughter and
followersrode south through the pass below Bou Saada
bound for their home in the far wilderness. The sheik had
urged Tarzan to accompany himand the girl had added her
entreaties to those of her father; butthough he could not
explain it to themTarzan's duties loomed particularly large
after the happenings of the past few daysso that he could not
think of leaving his post for an instant. But he promised to
come later if it lay within his power to do soand they had
to content themselves with that assurance.

During these two days Tarzan had spent practically all his
time with Kadour ben Saden and his daughter. He was keenly
interested in this race of stern and dignified warriorsand
embraced the opportunity which their friendship offered to
learn what he could of their lives and customs. He even
commenced to acquire the rudiments of their language under the
pleasant tutorage of the brown-eyed girl. It was with real
regret that he saw them departand he sat his horse at the
opening to the passas far as which he had accompanied
themgazing after the little party as long as he could catch a
glimpse of them.

Here were people after his own heart! Their wildrough
livesfilled with danger and hardshipappealed to this halfsavage
man as nothing had appealed to him in the midst of the
effeminate civilization of the great cities he had visited. Here

was a life that excelled even that of the junglefor here he
might have the society of men--real men whom he could honor and
respectand yet be near to the wild nature that he loved.
In his head revolved an idea that when he had completed his
mission he would resign and return to live for the remainder
of his life with the tribe of Kadour ben Saden.

Then he turned his horse's head and rode slowly back to Bou Saada.

The front of the Hotel du Petit Saharawhere Tarzan
stopped in Bou Saadais taken up with the bartwo diningrooms
and the kitchens. Both of the dining-rooms open
directly off the barand one of them is reserved for the use
of the officers of the garrison. As you stand in the barroom
you may look into either of the dining-rooms if you wish.

It was to the bar that Tarzan repaired after speeding
Kadour ben Saden and his party on their way. It was yet
early in the morningfor Kadour ben Saden had elected to
ride far that dayso that it happened that when Tarzan
returned there were guests still at breakfast.

As his casual glance wandered into the officers' diningroom
Tarzan saw something which brought a look of interest
to his eyes. Lieutenant Gernois was sitting thereand as
Tarzan looked a white-robed Arab approached andbending
whispered a few words into the lieutenant's ear. Then he
passed on out of the building through another door.

In itself the thing was nothingbut as the man had stooped
to speak to the officerTarzan had caught sight of something
which the accidental parting of the man's burnoose had
revealed--he carried his left arm in a sling.

Chapter 9

Numa "El Adrea"

On the same day that Kadour ben Saden rode south the
diligence from the north brought Tarzan a letter from
D'Arnot which had been forwarded from Sidi-bel-Abbes.
It opened the old wound that Tarzan would have
been glad to have forgotten; yet he was not sorry that
D'Arnot had writtenfor one at least of his subjects could
never cease to interest the ape-man. Here is the letter:


Since last I wrote you I have been across to London on a
matter of business. I was there but three days. The very first
day I came upon an old friend of yours--quite unexpectedly--in
Henrietta Street. Now you never in the world would guess whom.
None other than Mr. Samuel T. Philander. But it is true.
I can see your look of incredulity. Nor is this all.
He insisted that I return to the hotel with himand there
I found the others--Professor Archimedes Q. PorterMiss
Porterand that enormous black womanMiss Porter's maid
--Esmeraldayou will recall. While I was there Clayton
came in. They are to be married soonor rather soonerfor
I rather suspect that we shall receive announcements almost

any day. On account of his father's death it is to be a
very quiet affair--only blood relatives.

While I was alone with Mr. Philander the old fellow became
rather confidential. Said Miss Porter had already postponed
the wedding on three different occasions. He confided
that it appeared to him that she was not particularly anxious
to marry Clayton at all; but this time it seems that it is
quite likely to go through.

Of course they all asked after youbut I respected your
wishes in the matter of your true originand only spoke to
them of your present affairs.

Miss Porter was especially interested in everything I had
to say about youand asked many questions. I am afraid I
took a rather unchivalrous delight in picturing your desire
and resolve to go back eventually to your native jungle.
I was sorry afterwardfor it did seem to cause her real
anguish to contemplate the awful dangers to which you wished
to return. "And yet she said, I do not know. There are
more unhappy fates than the grim and terrible jungle presents
to Monsieur Tarzan. At least his conscience will be free
from remorse. And there are moments of quiet and restfulness
by dayand vistas of exquisite beauty. You may find it
strange that I should say itwho experienced such terrifying
experiences in that frightful forestyet at times I long to
returnfor I cannot but feel that the happiest moments of
my life were spent there."

There was an expression of ineffable sadness on her face
as she spokeand I could not but feel that she knew that I
knew her secretand that this was her way of transmitting
to you a last tender message from a heart that might still
enshrine your memorythough its possessor belonged to another.

Clayton appeared nervous and ill at ease while you were
the subject of conversation. He wore a worried and harassed
expression. Yet he was very kindly in his expressions of
interest in you. I wonder if he suspects the truth about you?

Tennington came in with Clayton. They are great friends
you know. He is about to set out upon one of his interminable
cruises in that yacht of hisand was urging the entire party
to accompany him. Tried to inveigle me into ittoo.
Is thinking of circumnavigating Africa this time. I told him
that his precious toy would take him and some of his friends
to the bottom of the ocean one of these days if he didn't get
it out of his head that she was a liner or a battleship.

I returned to Paris day before yesterdayand yesterday I
met the Count and Countess de Coude at the races. They
inquired after you. De Coude really seems quite fond of you.
Doesn't appear to harbor the least ill will. Olga is as
beautiful as everbut a trifle subdued. I imagine that she
learned a lesson through her acquaintance with you that will
serve her in good stead during the balance of her life. It is
fortunate for herand for De Coude as wellthat it was you
and not another man more sophisticated.

Had you really paid court to Olga's heart I am afraid that
there would have been no hope for either of you.

She asked me to tell you that Nikolas had left France.

She paid him twenty thousand francs to go awayand stay.
She is congratulating herself that she got rid of him before
he tried to carry out a threat he recently made her that he
should kill you at the first opportunity. She said that she
should hate to think that her brother's blood was on your
handsfor she is very fond of youand made no bones in
saying so before the count. It never for a moment seemed to
occur to her that there might be any possibility of any other
outcome of a meeting between you and Nikolas. The count
quite agreed with her in that. He added that it would take a
regiment of Rokoffs to kill you. He has a most healthy
respect for your prowess.

Have been ordered back to my ship. She sails from Havre in
two days under sealed orders. If you will address me in her
carethe letters will find me eventually. I shall write you
as soon as another opportunity presents.

Your sincere friend


I fear,mused Tarzanhalf aloudthat Olga has thrown
away her twenty thousand francs.

He read over that part of D'Arnot's letter several times
in which he had quoted from his conversation with Jane
Porter. Tarzan derived a rather pathetic happiness from
itbut it was better than no happiness at all.

The following three weeks were quite uneventful. On
several occasions Tarzan saw the mysterious Araband once
again he had been exchanging words with Lieutenant Gernois;
but no amount of espionage or shadowing by Tarzan revealed
the Arab's lodgingsthe location of which Tarzan was
anxious to ascertain.

Gernoisnever cordialhad kept more than ever aloof
from Tarzan since the episode in the dining-room of the
hotel at Aumale. His attitude on the few occasions that
they had been thrown together had been distinctly hostile.

That he might keep up the appearance of the character
he was playingTarzan spent considerable time hunting in
the vicinity of Bou Saada. He would spend entire days in
the foothillsostensibly searching for gazellebut on the
few occasions that he came close enough to any of the
beautiful little animals to harm them he invariably allowed
them to escape without so much as taking his rifle from its
boot. The ape-man could see no sport in slaughtering the
most harmless and defenseless of God's creatures for the
mere pleasure of killing.

In factTarzan had never killed for "pleasure nor to
him was there pleasure in killing. It was the joy of righteous
battle that he loved--the ecstasy of victory. And the keen
and successful hunt for food in which he pitted his skill
and craftiness against the skill and craftiness of another;
but to come out of a town filled with food to shoot down a
soft-eyed, pretty gazelle--ah, that was crueller than the
deliberate and cold-blooded murder of a fellow man.
Tarzan would have none of it, and so he hunted alone
that none might discover the sham that he was practicing.

And once, probably because of the fact that he rode alone,

he was like to have lost his life. He was riding slowly
through a little ravine when a shot sounded close behind
him, and a bullet passed through the cork helmet he wore.
Although he turned at once and galloped rapidly to the top
of the ravine, there was no sign of any enemy, nor did he
see aught of another human being until he reached Bou Saada.

Yes he soliloquized, in recalling the occurrence,
Olga has indeed thrown away her twenty thousand francs."

That night he was Captain Gerard's guest at a little dinner.

Your hunting has not been very fortunate?questioned
the officer.

No,replied Tarzan; "the game hereabout is timidnor do
I care particularly about hunting game birds or antelope.
I think I shall move on farther southand have a try at
some of your Algerian lions."

Good!exclaimed the captain. "We are marching toward Djelfa
on the morrow. You shall have company that far at least.
Lieutenant Gernois and Iwith a hundred menare ordered
south to patrol a district in which the marauders are giving
considerable trouble. Possibly we may have the pleasure
of hunting the lion together--what say you?"

Tarzan was more than pleasednor did he hesitate to say so;
but the captain would have been astonished had he known
the real reason of Tarzan's pleasure. Gernois was sitting
opposite the ape-man. He did not seem so pleased with his
captain's invitation.

You will find lion hunting more exciting than gazelle
shooting,remarked Captain Gerardand more dangerous.

Even gazelle shooting has its dangers,replied Tarzan.
Especially when one goes alone. I found it so today.
I also found that while the gazelle is the most timid
of animals, it is not the most cowardly.

He let his glance rest only casually upon Gernois after
he had spokenfor he did not wish the man to know that he
was under suspicionor surveillanceno matter what he
might think. The effect of his remark upon himhowever
might tend to prove his connection withor knowledge of
certain recent happenings. Tarzan saw a dull red creep up
from beneath Gernois' collar. He was satisfiedand quickly
changed the subject.

When the column rode south from Bou Saada the next
morning there were half a dozen Arabs bringing up the rear.

They are not attached to the command,replied Gerard
in response to Tarzan's query. "They merely accompany us
on the road for companionship."

Tarzan had learned enough about Arab character since
he had been in Algeria to know that this was no real motive
for the Arab is never overfond of the companionship of
strangersand especially of French soldiers. So his
suspicions were arousedand he decided to keep a sharp eye
on the little party that trailed behind the column at a distance
of about a quarter of a mile. But they did not come close

enough even during the halts to enable him to obtain a
close scrutiny of them.

He had long been convinced that there were hired assassins
on his trailnor was he in great doubt but that Rokoff was
at the bottom of the plot. Whether it was to be revenge for
the several occasions in the past that Tarzan had defeated the
Russian's purposes and humiliated himor was in some way
connected with his mission in the Gernois affairhe could not
determine. If the latterand it seemed probable since the
evidence he had had that Gernois suspected himthen he
had two rather powerful enemies to contend withfor there
would be many opportunities in the wilds of Algeriafor
which they were boundto dispatch a suspected enemy
quietly and without attracting suspicion.

After camping at Djelfa for two days the column moved to the
southwestfrom whence word had come that the marauders were
operating against the tribes whose DOUARS were situated
at the foot of the mountains.

The little band of Arabs who had accompanied them from
Bou Saada had disappeared suddenly the very night that
orders had been given to prepare for the morrow's march
from Djelfa. Tarzan made casual inquiries among the men
but none could tell him why they had leftor in what
direction they had gone. He did not like the looks of it
especially in view of the fact that he had seen Gernois in
conversation with one of them some half hour after Captain
Gerard had issued his instructions relative to the new move.
Only Gernois and Tarzan knew the direction of the proposed march.
All the soldiers knew was that they were to be prepared to
break camp early the next morning. Tarzan wondered if
Gernois could have revealed their destination to the Arabs.

Late that afternoon they went into camp at a little oasis in
which was the DOUAR of a sheik whose flocks were being
stolenand whose herdsmen were being killed. The Arabs
came out of their goatskin tentsand surrounded the soldiers
asking many questions in the native tonguefor the soldiers
were themselves natives. Tarzanwhoby this timewith the
assistance of Abdulhad picked up quite a smattering of
Arabquestioned one of the younger men who had accompanied
the sheik while the latter paid his respects to Captain Gerard.

Nohe had seen no party of six horsemen riding from
the direction of Djelfa. There were other oases scattered
about--possibly they had been journeying to one of these.
Then there were the marauders in the mountains above
--they often rode north to Bou Saada in small partiesand
even as far as Aumale and Bouira. It might indeed have been
a few marauders returning to the band from a pleasure trip
to one of these cities.

Early the next morning Captain Gerard split his command
in twogiving Lieutenant Gernois command of one party
while he headed the other. They were to scour the mountains
upon opposite sides of the plain.

And with which detachment will Monsieur Tarzan ride?
asked the captain. "Or maybe it is that monsieur does not
care to hunt marauders?"

Oh, I shall be delighted to go,Tarzan hastened to explain.

He was wondering what excuse he could make to accompany Gernois.
His embarrassment was short-livedand was relieved from a most
unexpected source. It was Gernois himself who spoke.

If my captain will forego the pleasure of Monsieur Tarzan's
company for this once, I shall esteem it an honor indeed
to have monsieur ride with me today,he saidnor was his
tone lacking in cordiality. In factTarzan imagined
that he had overdone it a triflebuteven sohe was both
astounded and pleasedhastening to express his delight at
the arrangement.

And so it was that Lieutenant Gernois and Tarzan rode
off side by side at the head of the little detachment of
SPAHIS. Gernois' cordiality was short-lived. No soone
had they ridden out of sight of Captain Gerard and his men
than he lapsed once more into his accustomed taciturnity.
As they advanced the ground became rougher. Steadily it ascended
toward the mountainsinto which they filed through a narrow
canon close to noon. By the side of a little rivulet
Gernois called the midday halt. Here the men prepared and
ate their frugal mealand refilled their canteens.

After an hour's rest they advanced again along the canon
until they presently came to a little valleyfrom which
several rocky gorges diverged. Here they haltedwhile
Gernois minutely examined the surrounding heights from
the center of the depression.

We shall separate here,he saidseveral riding into each
of these gorges,and then he commenced to detail his various
squads and issue instructions to the non-commissioned officers
who were to command them. When he had done he turned to Tarzan.
Monsieur will be so good as to remain here until we return.

Tarzan demurredbut the officer cut him short. "There may
be fighting for one of these sections he said, and
troops cannot be embarrassed by civilian noncombatants
during action."

But, my dear lieutenant,expostulated TarzanI am
most ready and willing to place myself under command
of yourself or any of your sergeants or corporals, and to
fight in the ranks as they direct. It is what I came for.

I should be glad to think so,retorted Gernoiswith a
sneer he made no attempt to disguise. Then shortly:
You are under my orders, and they are that you remain here
until we return. Let that end the matter,and he turned and
spurred away at the head of his men. A moment later Tarzan
found himself alone in the midst of a desolate mountain fastness.

The sun was hotso he sought the shelter of a nearby
treewhere he tethered his horseand sat down upon the
ground to smoke. Inwardly he swore at Gernois for the trick
he had played upon him. A mean little revengethought
Tarzanand then suddenly it occurred to him that the man
would not be such a fool as to antagonize him through a
trivial annoyance of so petty a description. There must be
something deeper than this behind it. With the thought he
arose and removed his rifle from its boot. He looked to its
loads and saw that the magazine was full. Then he inspected
his revolver. After this preliminary precaution he scanned the
surrounding heights and the mouths of the several gorges

--he was determined that he should not be caught napping.

The sun sank lower and loweryet there was no sign of
returning SPAHIS. At last the valley was submerged in
shadow Tarzan was too proud to go back to camp until he had
given the detachment ample time to return to the valley
which he thought was to have been their rendezvous.
With the closing in of night he felt safer from attackfor
he was at home in the dark. He knew that none might approach
him so cautiously as to elude those alert and sensitive
ears of his; then there were his eyestoofor he could
see well at night; and his noseif they came toward him
from up-windwould apprise him of the approach of an enemy
while they were still a great way off.

So he felt that he was in little dangerand thus lulled
to a sense of security he fell asleepwith his back against
the tree.

He must have slept for several hoursfor when he was
suddenly awakened by the frightened snorting and plunging
of his horse the moon was shining full upon the little valley
and therenot ten paces before himstood the grim cause of
the terror of his mount.

Superbmajestichis graceful tail extended and quivering
and his two eyes of fire riveted full upon his preystood
Numa EL ADREAthe black lion. A little thrill of joy
tingled through Tarzan's nerves. It was like meeting an old
friend after years of separation. For a moment he sat rigid to
enjoy the magnificent spectacle of this lord of the wilderness.

But now Numa was crouching for the spring. Very slowly
Tarzan raised his gun to his shoulder. He had never killed a
large animal with a gun in all his life--heretofore he had
depended upon his spearhis poisoned arrowshis ropehis
knifeor his bare hands. Instinctively he wished that he had
his arrows and his knife--he would have felt surer with them.

Numa was lying quite flat upon the ground nowpresenting
only his head. Tarzan would have preferred to fire a little
from one sidefor he knew what terrific damage the lion
could do if he lived two minutesor even a minute after he
was hit. The horse stood trembling in terror at Tarzan's back.
The ape-man took a cautious step to one side--Numa but followed
him with his eyes. Another step he tookand then another.
Numa had not moved. Now he could aim at a point between
the eye and the ear.

His finger tightened upon the triggerand as he fired
Numa sprang. At the same instant the terrified horse
made a last frantic effort to escape--the tether parted
and he went careening down the canon toward the desert.

No ordinary man could have escaped those frightful claws
when Numa sprang from so short a distancebut Tarzan was
no ordinary man. From earliest childhood his muscles had
been trained by the fierce exigencies of his existence to act
with the rapidity of thought. As quick as was EL ADREA
Tarzan of the Apes was quickerand so the great beast
crashed against a tree where he had expected to feel the soft
flesh of manwhile Tarzana couple of paces to the right
pumped another bullet into him that brought him clawing
and roaring to his side.

Twice more Tarzan fired in quick successionand then
EL ADREA lay still and roared no more. It was no longer
Monsieur Jean Tarzan; it was Tarzan of the Apes that put a
savage foot upon the body of his savage killandraising
his face to the full moonlifted his mighty voice in the weird
and terrible challenge of his kind--a bull ape had made his kill.
And the wild things in the wild mountains stopped in their
huntingand trembled at this new and awful voice
while down in the desert the children of the wilderness came
out of their goatskin tents and looked toward the mountains
wondering what new and savage scourge had come to devastate
their flocks.

A half mile from the valley in which Tarzan stooda score
of white-robed figuresbearing longwicked-looking guns
halted at the soundand looked at one another with
questioning eyes. But presentlyas it was not repeated
they took up their silentstealthy way toward the valley.

Tarzan was now confident that Gernois had no intention
of returning for himbut he could not fathom the object
that had prompted the officer to desert himyet leave him
free to return to camp. His horse gonehe decided that it
would be foolish to remain longer in the mountainsso he
set out toward the desert.

He had scarcely entered the confines of the canon when
the first of the white-robed figures emerged into the valley
upon the opposite side. For a moment they scanned the little
depression from behind sheltering bowldersbut when they
had satisfied themselves that it was empty they advanced
across it. Beneath the tree at one side they came upon the
body of EL ADREA. With muttered exclamations they crowded
about it. Thena moment laterthey hurried down the canon
which Tarzan was threading a brief distance in advance of them.
They moved cautiously and in silencetaking advantage of shelter
as men do who are stalking man.

Chapter 10

Through the Valley of the Shadow

As Tarzan walked down the wild canon beneath the brilliant
African moon the call of the jungle was strong upon him.
The solitude and the savage freedom filled his heart with
life and buoyancy. Again he was Tarzan of the Apes--every
sense alert against the chance of surprise by some jungle
enemy--yet treading lightly and with head erectin proud
consciousness of his might.

The nocturnal sounds of the mountains were new to him
yet they fell upon his ears like the soft voice of a halfforgotten
love. Many he intuitively sensed--ahthere was one
that was familiar indeed; the distant coughing of Sheetathe
leopard; but there was a strange note in the final wail which
made him doubt. It was a panther he heard.

Presently a new sound--a softstealthy sound--obtruded
itself among the others. No human ears other than the ape

man's would have detected it. At first he did not translate it
but finally he realized that it came from the bare feet of a
number of human beings. They were behind himand they
were coming toward him quietly. He was being stalked.

In a flash he knew why he had been left in that little
valley by Gernois; but there had been a hitch in the
arrangements--the men had come too late. Closer and closer came
the footsteps. Tarzan halted and faced themhis rifle ready in
his hand. Now he caught a fleeting glimpse of a white burnoose.
He called aloud in Frenchasking what they would of him.
His reply was the flash of a long gunand with the sound of
the shot Tarzan of the Apes plunged forward upon his face.

The Arabs did not rush out immediately; insteadthey
waited to be sure that their victim did not rise. Then they
came rapidly from their concealmentand bent over him.
It was soon apparent that he was not dead. One of the men put
the muzzle of his gun to the back of Tarzan's head to finish
himbut another waved him aside. "If we bring him alive
the reward is to be greater explained the latter.
So they bound his hands and feet, and, picking him up,
placed him on the shoulders of four of their number.
Then the march was resumed toward the desert. When they had
come out of the mountains they turned toward the south, and
about daylight came to the spot where their horses stood
in care of two of their number.

From here on their progress was more rapid. Tarzan, who
had regained consciousness, was tied to a spare horse, which
they evidently had brought for the purpose. His wound was but
a slight scratch, which had furrowed the flesh across his temple.
It had stopped bleeding, but the dried and clotted
blood smeared his face and clothing. He had said no word
since he had fallen into the hands of these Arabs, nor had
they addressed him other than to issue a few brief commands
to him when the horses had been reached.

For six hours they rode rapidly across the burning desert,
avoiding the oases near which their way led. About noon
they came to a DOUAR of about twenty tents. Here they
halted, and as one of the Arabs was releasing the alfa-grass
ropes which bound him to his mount they were surrounded
by a mob of men, women, and children. Many of the tribe,
and more especially the women, appeared to take delight in
heaping insults upon the prisoner, and some had even gone
so far as to throw stones at him and strike him with
sticks, when an old sheik appeared and drove them away.

Ali-ben-Ahmed tells me he said, that this man sat alone
in the mountains and slew EL ADREA. What the business of
the stranger who sent us after him may beI know notand what
he may do with this man when we turn him over to himI
care not; but the prisoner is a brave manand while he is in
our hands he shall be treated with the respect that be due
one who hunts THE LORD WITH THE LARGE HEAD alone and by
night--and slays him."

Tarzan had heard of the respect in which Arabs held a
lion-killerand he was not sorry that chance had played into
his hands thus favorably to relieve him of the petty tortures
of the tribe. Shortly after this he was taken to a goatskin
tent upon the upper side of the DOUAR. There he was
fedand thensecurely boundwas left lying on a piece of

native carpetalone in the tent.

He could see a guard sitting before the door of his frail
prisonbut when he attempted to force the stout bonds that
held him he realized that any extra precaution on the part
of his captors was quite unnecessary; not even his giant
muscles could part those numerous strands.

Just before dusk several men approached the tent where
he layand entered it. All were in Arab dressbut presently
one of the number advanced to Tarzan's sideand as he let
the folds of cloth that had hidden the lower half of his face
fall away the ape-man saw the malevolent features of
Nikolas Rokoff. There was a nasty smile on the bearded lips.
Ah, Monsieur Tarzan,he saidthis is indeed a pleasure.
But why do you not rise and greet your guest?Thenwith
an ugly oathGet up, you dog!anddrawing back his
booted foothe kicked Tarzan heavily in the side. "And here
is anotherand anotherand another he continued, as he
kicked Tarzan about the face and side. One for each of the
injuries you have done me."

The ape-man made no reply--he did not even deign to look
upon the Russian again after the first glance of recognition.
Finally the sheikwho had been standing a mute and frowning
witness of the cowardly attackintervened.

Stop!he commanded. "Kill him if you willbut I will
see no brave man subjected to such indignities in my presence.
I have half a mind to turn him loosethat I may see how
long you would kick him then."

This threat put a sudden end to Rokoff's brutalityfor he
had no craving to see Tarzan loosed from his bonds while
he was within reach of those powerful hands.

Very well,he replied to the Arab; "I shall kill him presently."

Not within the precincts of my DOUAR,returned the
sheik. "When he leaves here he leaves alive. What you do
with him in the desert is none of my concernbut I shall
not have the blood of a Frenchman on the hands of my tribe
on account of another man's quarrel--they would send
soldiers here and kill many of my peopleand burn our tents
and drive away our flocks."

As you say,growled Rokoff. "I'll take him out into the
desert below the DOUARand dispatch him."

You will take him a day's ride from my country,said
the sheikfirmlyand some of my children shall follow you
to see that you do not disobey me--otherwise there may be
two dead Frenchmen in the desert.

Rokoff shrugged. "Then I shall have to wait until the
morrow--it is already dark."

As you will,said the sheik. "But by an hour after dawn
you must be gone from my DOUAR. I have little liking for
unbelieversand none at all for a coward."

Rokoff would have made some kind of retortbut he
checked himselffor he realized that it would require
but little excuse for the old man to turn upon him.

Together they left the tent. At the door Rokoff could not
resist the temptation to turn and fling a parting taunt at Tarzan.
Sleep well, monsieur,he saidand do not forget to pray well,
for when you die tomorrow it will be in such agony that you will
be unable to pray for blaspheming.

No one had bothered to bring Tarzan either food or water since
noonand consequently he suffered considerably from thirst.
He wondered if it would be worth while to ask his
guard for waterbut after making two or three requests
without receiving any responsehe decided that it would not.

Far up in the mountains he heard a lion roar. How much
safer one washe soliloquizedin the haunts of wild beasts
than in the haunts of men. Never in all his jungle life had he
been more relentlessly tracked down than in the past few
months of his experience among civilized men. Never had he
been any nearer death.

Again the lion roared. It sounded a little nearer. Tarzan felt
the oldwild impulse to reply with the challenge of his kind.
His kind? He had almost forgotten that he was a man and not an ape.
He tugged at his bonds. Godif he could but get them near
those strong teeth of his. He felt a wild wave of madness sweep
over him as his efforts to regain his liberty met with failure.

Numa was roaring almost continually now. It was quite
evident that he was coming down into the desert to hunt.
It was the roar of a hungry lion. Tarzan envied himfor he
was free. No one would tie him with ropes and slaughter
him like a sheep. It was that which galled the ape-man.
He did not fear to dieno--it was the humiliation of defeat
before deathwithout even a chance to battle for his life.

It must be near midnightthought Tarzan. He had several
hours to live. Possibly he would yet find a way to take
Rokoff with him on the long journey. He could hear the savage
lord of the desert quite close by now. Possibly he sought
his meat from among the penned animals within the DOUAR.

For a long time silence reignedthen Tarzan's trained ears
caught the sound of a stealthily moving body. It came
from the side of the tent nearest the mountains--the back.
Nearer and nearer it came. He waitedlistening intentlyfor
it to pass. For a time there was silence withoutsuch a terrible
silence that Tarzan was surprised that he did not hear the
breathing of the animal he felt sure must be crouching close
to the back wall of his tent.

There! It is moving again. Closer it creeps. Tarzan turns his
head in the direction of the sound. It is very dark within the tent.
Slowly the back rises from the groundforced up by the head and
shoulders of a body that looks all black in the semi-darkness.
Beyond is a faint glimpse of the dimly starlit desert.
A grim smile plays about Tarzan's lips. At least Rokoff will
be cheated. How mad he will be! And death will be more
merciful than he could have hoped for at the hands of the Russian.

Now the back of the tent drops into placeand all is darkness
again--whatever it is is inside the tent with him. He hears
it creeping close to him--now it is beside him. He closes
his eyes and waits for the mighty paw. Upon his upturned
face falls the gentle touch of a soft hand groping in the dark
and then a girl's voice in a scarcely audible whisper

pronounces his name.

Yes, it is I,he whispers in reply. "But in the name of
Heaven who are you?"

The Ouled-Nail of Sisi Aissa,came the answer. While she
spoke Tarzan could feel her working about his bonds.
Occasionally the cold steel of a knife touched his flesh.
A moment later he was free.

Come!she whispered.

On hands and knees he followed her out of the tent by the way
she had come. She continued crawling thus flat to the ground
until she reached a little patch of shrub. There she halted
until he gained her side. For a moment he looked at her
before he spoke.

I cannot understand,he said at last. "Why are you here?
How did you know that I was a prisoner in that tent?
How does it happen that it is you who have saved me?"

She smiled. "I have come a long way tonight she said,
and we have a long way to go before we shall be out of danger.
Come; I shall tell you all about as we go."

Together they rose and set off across the desert in the
direction of the mountains.

I was not quite sure that I should ever reach you,she
said at last. "EL ADREA is abroad tonightand after
I left the horses I think he winded me and was following--I
was terribly frightened."

What a brave girl,he said. "And you ran all that risk
for a stranger--an alien--an unbeliever?"

She drew herself up very proudly.

I am the daughter of the Sheik Kabour ben Saden,she answered.
I should be no fit daughter of his if I would not risk my
life to save that of the man who saved mine while he yet
thought that I was but a common Ouled-Nail.

Nevertheless,he insistedyou are a very brave girl.
But how did you know that I was a prisoner back there?

Achmet-din-Taieb, who is my cousin on my father's side, was
visiting some friends who belong to the tribe that captured you.
He was at the DOUAR when you were brought in. When he reached
home he was telling us about the big Frenchman who had been
captured by Ali-ben-Ahmed for another Frenchman who wished
to kill him. From the description I knew that it must be you.
My father was away. I tried to persuade some of the men to
come and save you, but they would not do it, saying: `Let the
unbelievers kill one another if they wish. It is none of our
affair, and if we go and interfere with Ali-ben-Ahmed's plans
we shall only stir up a fight with our own people.'

So when it was dark I came aloneriding one horse and
leading another for you. They are tethered not far from here.
By morning we shall be within my father's DOUAR.
He should be there himself by now--then let them come and
try to take Kadour ben Saden's friend."

For a few moments they walked on in silence.

We should be near the horses,she said. "It is strange
that I do not see them here."

Then a moment later she stoppedwith a little cry of consternation.

They are gone!she exclaimed. "It is here that I tethered them."

Tarzan stooped to examine the ground. He found that a
large shrub had been torn up by the roots. Then he found
something else. There was a wry smile on his face as he rose
and turned toward the girl.

EL ADREA has been here. From the signs, though, I rather
think that his prey escaped him. With a little start they
would be safe enough from him in the open.

There was nothing to do but continue on foot. The way
led them across a low spur of the mountainsbut the girl
knew the trail as well as she did her mother's face.
They walked in easyswinging stridesTarzan keeping a hand's
breadth behind the girl's shoulderthat she might set the
paceand thus be less fatigued. As they walked they talked
occasionally stopping to listen for sounds of pursuit.

It was now a beautifulmoonlit night. The air was crisp
and invigorating. Behind them lay the interminable vista of
the desertdotted here and there with an occasional oasis.
The date palms of the little fertile spot they had just left
and the circle of goatskin tentsstood out in sharp relief
against the yellow sand--a phantom paradise upon a phantom sea.
Before them rose the grim and silent mountains. Tarzan's blood
leaped in his veins. This was life! He looked down upon the
girl beside him--a daughter of the desert walking across the
face of a dead world with a son of the jungle. He smiled at
the thought. He wished that he had had a sisterand that she
had been like this girl. What a bully chum she would have been!

They had entered the mountains nowand were progressing
more slowlyfor the trail was steeper and very rocky.

For a few minutes they had been silent. The girl was
wondering if they would reach her father's DOUAR before the
pursuit had overtaken them. Tarzan was wishing that they
might walk on thus forever. If the girl were only a man
they might. He longed for a friend who loved the same wild
life that he loved. He had learned to crave companionship
but it was his misfortune that most of the men he knew
preferred immaculate linen and their clubs to nakedness and
the jungle. It wasof coursedifficult to understand
yet it was very evident that they did.

The two had just turned a projecting rock around which
the trail ran when they were brought to a sudden stop.
Therebefore themdirectly in the middle of the pathstood
NumaEL ADREAthe black lion. His green eyes looked very
wickedand he bared his teethand lashed his bay-black sides
with his angry tail. Then he roared--the fearsometerrorinspiring
roar of the hungry lion which is also angry.

Your knife,said Tarzan to the girlextending his hand.
She slipped the hilt of the weapon into his waiting palm.

As his fingers closed upon it he drew her back and pushed her
behind him. "Walk back to the desert as rapidly as you can.
If you hear me call you will know that all is welland
you may return."

It is useless,she repliedresignedly. "This is the end."

Do as I tell you,he commanded. "Quickly! He is about
to charge." The girl dropped back a few paceswhere she
stood watching for the terrible sight that she knew she
should soon witness.

The lion was advancing slowly toward Tarzanhis nose to
the groundlike a challenging bullhis tail extended now
and quivering as though with intense excitement.

The ape-man stoodhalf crouchingthe long Arab knife
glistening in the moonlight. Behind him the tense figure of
the girlmotionless as a carven statue. She leaned slightly
forwardher lips partedher eyes wide. Her only conscious
thought was wonder at the bravery of the man who dared
face with a puny knife the lord with the large head. A man
of her own blood would have knelt in prayer and gone down
beneath those awful fangs without resistance. In either case
the result would be the same--it was inevitable; but she could
not repress a thrill of admiration as her eyes rested upon
the heroic figure before her. Not a tremor in the whole
giant frame--his attitude as menacing and defiant as that of
EL ADREA himself.

The lion was quite close to him now--but a few paces
intervened--he crouchedand thenwith a deafening
roarhe sprang.

Chapter 11

John CaldwellLondon

As Numa EL ADREA launched himself with widespread paws
and bared fangs he looked to find this puny man as
easy prey as the score who had gone down beneath
him in the past. To him man was a clumsyslow-moving
defenseless creature--he had little respect for him.

But this time he found that he was pitted against a creature
as agile and as quick as himself. When his mighty frame
struck the spot where the man had been he was no longer there.

The watching girl was transfixed by astonishment at the
ease with which the crouching man eluded the great paws.
And nowO Allah! He had rushed in behind EL ADREA'S
shoulder even before the beast could turnand had grasped
him by the mane. The lion reared upon his hind legs like a
horse--Tarzan had known that he would do thisand he was ready.
A giant arm encircled the black-maned throatand oncetwice
a dozen times a sharp blade darted in and out of the bay-black
side behind the left shoulder.

Frantic were the leaps of Numa--awful his roars of rage
and pain; but the giant upon his back could not be dislodged

or brought within reach of fangs or talons in the brief
interval of life that remained to the lord with the large head.
He was quite dead when Tarzan of the Apes released his hold
and arose. Then the daughter of the desert witnessed a thing
that terrified her even more than had the presence of EL ADREA.
The man placed a foot upon the carcass of his killand
with his handsome face raised toward the full moongave voice
to the most frightful cry that ever had smote upon her ears.

With a little cry of fear she shrank away from him--she
thought that the fearful strain of the encounter had driven
him mad. As the last note of that fiendish challenge died out
in the diminishing echoes of the distance the man dropped
his eyes until they rested upon the girl.

Instantly his face was lighted by the kindly smile that was
ample assurance of his sanityand the girl breathed freely
once againsmiling in response.

What manner of man are you?she asked. "The thing
you have done is unheard of. Even now I cannot believe
that it is possible for a lone man armed only with a knife to
have fought hand to hand with EL ADREA and conquered him
unscathed--to have conquered him at all. And that cry--it
was not human. Why did you do that?"

Tarzan flushed. "It is because I forget he said, sometimes
that I am a civilized man. When I kill it must be that I am
another creature." He did not try to explain furtherfor it
always seemed to him that a woman must look with loathing
upon one who was yet so nearly a beast.

Together they continued their journey. The sun was an
hour high when they came out into the desert again beyond
the mountains. Beside a little rivulet they found the girl's
horses grazing. They had come this far on their way home
and with the cause of their fear no longer present had
stopped to feed.

With little trouble Tarzan and the girl caught themand
mountingrode out into the desert toward the DOUAR of
Sheik Kadour ben Saden.

No sign of pursuit developedand they came in safety
about nine o'clock to their destination. The sheik had but
just returned. He was frantic with grief at the absence of
his daughterwhom he thought had been again abducted by
the marauders. With fifty men he was already mounted to go
in search of her when the two rode into the DOUAR.

His joy at the safe return of his daughter was only equaled
by his gratitude to Tarzan for bringing her safely to him
through the dangers of the nightand his thankfulness that
she had been in time to save the man who had once saved her.

No honor that Kadour ben Saden could heap upon the ape-
man in acknowledgment of his esteem and friendship was
neglected. When the girl had recited the story of the slaying
of EL ADREA Tarzan was surrounded by a mob of worshiping
Arabs--it was a sure road to their admiration and respect.

The old sheik insisted that Tarzan remain indefinitely as his
guest. He even wished to adopt him as a member of the tribe
and there was for some time a half-formed resolution in the

ape-man's mind to accept and remain forever with these wild
peoplewhom he understood and who seemed to understand him.
His friendship and liking for the girl were potent
factors in urging him toward an affirmative decision.

Had she been a manhe arguedhe should not have hesitated
for it would have meant a friend after his own heart
with whom he could ride and hunt at will; but as it was they
would be hedged by the conventionalities that are even more
strictly observed by the wild nomads of the desert than by
their more civilized brothers and sisters. And in a little while
she would be married to one of these swarthy warriorsand
there would be an end to their friendship. So he decided
against the sheik's proposalthough he remained a week as
his guest.

When he leftKadour ben Saden and fifty white-robed
warriors rode with him to Bou Saada. While they were
mounting in the DOUAR of Kadour ben Saden the morning
of their departurethe girl came to bid farewell to Tarzan.

I have prayed that you would remain with us,she said
simplyas he leaned from his saddle to clasp her hand in
farewelland now I shall pray that you will return.
There was an expression of wistfulness in her beautiful
eyesand a pathetic droop at the corners of her mouth.
Tarzan was touched.

Who knows?and then he turned and rode after the
departing Arabs.

Outside Bou Saada he bade Kadour ben Saden and his men
good-byfor there were reasons which made him wish to
make his entry into the town as secret as possibleand when
he had explained them to the sheik the latter concurred in
his decision. The Arabs were to enter Bou Saada ahead of
himsaying nothing as to his presence with them.
Later Tarzan would come in aloneand go directly to
an obscure native inn.

Thusmaking his entrance after darkas he didhe was not
seen by any one who knew himand reached the inn unobserved.
After dining with Kadour ben Saden as his guesthe went to
his former hotel by a roundabout wayandcoming in by a
rear entrancesought the proprietorwho seemed much
surprised to see him alive.

Yesthere was mail for monsieur; he would fetch it.
Nohe would mention monsieur's return to no one.
Presently he returned with a packet of letters. One was an
order from his superior to lay off on his present work
and hasten to Cape Town by the first steamer he could get.
His further instructions would be awaiting him there in the
hands of another agent whose name and address were given.
That was all--brief but explicit. Tarzan arranged to leave
Bou Saada early the next morning. Then he started for the
garrison to see Captain Gerardwhom the hotel man had told
him had returned with his detachment the previous day.

He found the officer in his quarters. He was filled with
surprise and pleasure at seeing Tarzan alive and well.

When Lieutenant Gernois returned and reported that he
had not found you at the spot that you had chosen to remain

while the detachment was scouting, I was filled with alarm.
We searched the mountain for days. Then came word that
you had been killed and eaten by a lion. As proof your
gun was brought to us. Your horse had returned to camp
the second day after your disappearance. We could not doubt.
Lieutenant Gernois was grief-stricken--he took all the
blame upon himself. It was he who insisted on carrying on
the search himself. It was he who found the Arab with your gun.
He will be delighted to know that you are safe.

Doubtless,said Tarzanwith a grim smile.

He is down in the town now, or I should send for him,
continued Captain Gerard. "I shall tell him as soon
as he returns."

Tarzan let the officer think that he had been lostwandering
finally into the DOUAR of Kadour ben Sadenwho had
escorted him back to Bou Saada. As soon as possible he bade
the good officer adieuand hastened back into the town.
At the native inn he had learned through Kadour ben Saden a
piece of interesting information. It told of a black-bearded
white man who went always disguised as an Arab. For a time
he had nursed a broken wrist. More recently he had been
away from Bou Saadabut now he was backand Tarzan
knew his place of concealment. It was for there he headed.

Through narrowstinking alleysblack as Erebushe groped
and then up a rickety stairwayat the end of which was a
closed door and a tinyunglazed window. The window was
high under the low eaves of the mud building. Tarzan could
just reach the sill. He raised himself slowly until his
eyes topped it. The room within was lightedand at a table
sat Rokoff and Gernois. Gernois was speaking.

Rokoff, you are a devil!he was saying. "You have hounded
me until I have lost the last shred of my honor. You have
driven me to murderfor the blood of that man Tarzan is on
my hands. If it were not that that other devil's spawn
Paulvitchstill knew my secretI should kill you here tonight
with my bare hands."

Rokoff laughed. "You would not do thatmy dear lieutenant
he said. The moment I am reported dead by assassination
that dear Alexis will forward to the minister of war full
proof of the affair you so ardently long to conceal; and
furtherwill charge you with my murder. Comebe sensible.
I am your best friend. Have I not protected your honor as
though it were my own?"

Gernois sneeredand spat out an oath.

Just one more little payment,continued Rokoffand the
papers I wish, and you have my word of honor that I shall
never ask another cent from you, or further information.

And a good reason why,growled Gernois. "What you
ask will take my last centand the only valuable military
secret I hold. You ought to be paying me for the information
instead of taking both it and moneytoo."

I am paying you by keeping a still tongue in my head,
retorted Rokoff. "But let's have done. Will youor will you not?
I give you three minutes to decide. If you are not agreeable

I shall send a note to your commandant tonight that will end
in the degradation that Dreyfus suffered--the only difference
being that he did not deserve it."

For a moment Gernois sat with bowed head. At length he arose.
He drew two pieces of paper from his blouse.

Here,he said hopelessly. "I had them readyfor I knew
that there could be but one outcome." He held them toward
the Russian.

Rokoff's cruel face lighted in malignant gloating. He seized
the bits of paper.

You have done well, Gernois,he said. "I shall not trouble
you again--unless you happen to accumulate some more money or
information and he grinned.

You never shall againyou dog!" hissed Gernois. "The
next time I shall kill you. I came near doing it tonight.
For an hour I sat with these two pieces of paper on my table
before me ere I came here--beside them lay my loaded revolver.
I was trying to decide which I should bring. Next time the
choice shall be easierfor I already have decided. You had
a close call tonightRokoff; do not tempt fate a second time."

Then Gernois rose to leave. Tarzan barely had time to drop
to the landing and shrink back into the shadows on the far
side of the door. Even then he scarcely hoped to elude
detection. The landing was very smalland though he flattened
himself against the wall at its far edge he was scarcely more
than a foot from the doorway. Almost immediately it
openedand Gernois stepped out. Rokoff was behind him.
Neither spoke. Gernois had taken perhaps three steps down
the stairway when he halted and half turnedas though to
retrace his steps.

Tarzan knew that discovery would be inevitable. Rokoff still
stood on the threshold a foot from himbut he was looking in the
opposite directiontoward Gernois. Then the officer evidently
reconsidered his decisionand resumed his downward course.
Tarzan could hear Rokoff's sigh of relief. A moment later
the Russian went back into the room and closed the door.

Tarzan waited until Gernois had had time to get well out
of hearingthen he pushed open the door and stepped into
the room. He was on top of Rokoff before the man could rise
from the chair where he sat scanning the paper Gernois had
given him. As his eyes turned and fell upon the ape-man's
face his own went livid.

You!he gasped.

I,replied Tarzan.

What do you want?whispered Rokofffor the look in the
ape-man's eyes frightened him. "Have you come to kill me?
You do not dare. They would guillotine you. You do not
dare kill me."

I dare kill you, Rokoff,replied Tarzanfor no one knows
that you are here or that I am here, and Paulvitch would tell
them that it was Gernois. I heard you tell Gernois so. But that
would not influence me, Rokoff. I would not care who knew

that I had killed you; the pleasure of killing you would more
than compensate for any punishment they might inflict upon me.
You are the most despicable cur of a coward, Rokoff, I have ever
heard of. You should be killed. I should love to kill you,
and Tarzan approached closer to the man.

Rokoff's nerves were keyed to the breaking point. With a shriek
he sprang toward an adjoining roombut the ape-man was upon
his back while his leap was yet but half completed. Iron fingers
sought his throat--the great coward squealed like a stuck pig
until Tarzan had shut off his wind. Then the ape-man dragged
him to his feetstill choking him. The Russian struggled
futilely--he was like a babe in the mighty grasp of Tarzan of the Apes.

Tarzan sat him in a chairand long before there was danger
of the man's dying he released his hold upon his throat.
When the Russian's coughing spell had abated Tarzan spoke
to him again.

I have given you a taste of the suffering of death,he said.
But I shall not kill--this time. I am sparing you solely for
the sake of a very good woman whose great misfortune it was
to have been born of the same woman who gave birth to you.
But I shall spare you only this once on her account.
Should I ever learn that you have again annoyed her or
her husband--should you ever annoy me again--should I
hear that you have returned to France or to any French
posession, I shall make it my sole business to hunt you down
and complete the choking I commenced tonight.Then he
turned to the tableon which the two pieces of paper still lay.
As he picked them up Rokoff gasped in horror.

Tarzan examined both the check and the other. He was
amazed at the information the latter contained. Rokoff had
partially read itbut Tarzan knew that no one could remember
the salient facts and figures it held which made it of real
value to an enemy of France.

These will interest the chief of staff,he saidas he
slipped them into his pocket.
Rokoff groaned. He did not dare curse aloud.

The next morning Tarzan rode north on his way to Bouira
and Algiers. As he had ridden past the hotel Lieutenant
Gernois was standing on the veranda. As his eyes discovered
Tarzan he went white as chalk. The ape-man would have been
glad had the meeting not occurredbut he could not avoid it.
He saluted the officer as he rode past. Mechanically Gernois
returned the salutebut those terriblewide eyes followed
the horsemanexpressionless except for horror. It was as
though a dead man looked upon a ghost.

At Sidi Aissa Tarzan met a French officer with whom he
had become acquainted on the occasion of his recent
sojourn in the town.

You left Bou Saada early?questioned the officer.
Then you have not heard about poor Gernois.

He was the last man I saw as I rode away,replied Tarzan.
What about him?

He is dead. He shot himself about eight o'clock this morning.

Two days later Tarzan reached Algiers. There he found that
he would have a two days' wait before he could catch a ship
bound for Cape Town. He occupied his time in writing out
a full report of his mission. The secret papers he had taken
from Rokoff he did not inclosefor he did not dare trust
them out of his own possession until he had been authorized
to turn them over to another agentor himself return to
Paris with them.

As Tarzan boarded his ship after what seemed a most tedious
wait to himtwo men watched him from an upper deck.
Both were fashionably dressed and smooth shaven. The taller
of the two had sandy hairbut his eyebrows were very black.
Later in the day they chanced to meet Tarzan on deck
but as one hurriedly called his companion's attention to
something at sea their faces were turned from Tarzan as he
passedso that he did not notice their features. In fact
he had paid no attention to them at all.

Following the instructions of his chiefTarzan had booked
his passage under an assumed name--John CaldwellLondon.
He did not understand the necessity of thisand it caused him
considerable speculation. He wondered what role he was to
play in Cape Town.

Well,he thoughtthank Heaven that I am rid of Rokoff.
He was commencing to annoy me. I wonder if I am really
becoming so civilized that presently I shall develop a set of
nerves. He would give them to me if any one could, for he
does not fight fair. One never knows through what new
agency he is going to strike. It is as though Numa, the lion,
had induced Tantor, the elephant, and Histah, the snake, to
join him in attempting to kill me. I would then never have
known what minute, or by whom, I was to be attacked next.
But the brutes are more chivalrous than man--they do not
stoop to cowardly intrigue.

At dinner that night Tarzan sat next to a young woman whose
place was at the captain's left. The officer introduced them.

Miss Strong! Where had he heard the name before? It was
very familiar. And then the girl's mother gave him the
clewfor when she addressed her daughter she called her Hazel.

Hazel Strong! What memories the name inspired. It had
been a letter to this girlpenned by the fair hand of Jane
Porterthat had carried to him the first message from the
woman he loved. How vividly he recalled the night he had
stolen it from the desk in the cabin of his long-dead father
where Jane Porter had sat writing it late into the night
while he crouched in the darkness without. How terrorstricken
she would have been that night had she known that
the wild jungle beast squatted outside her windowwatching
her every move.

And this was Hazel Strong--Jane Porter's best friend!

Chapter 12

Ships That Pass

Let us go back a few months to the littlewindswept
platform of a railway station in northern Wisconsin.
The smoke of forest fires hangs low over the surrounding
landscapeits acrid fumes smarting the eyes of a little
party of six who stand waiting the coming of the train
that is to bear them away toward the south.

Professor Archimedes Q. Porterhis hands clasped beneath the tails
of his long coatpaces back and forth under the ever-watchful
eye of his faithful secretaryMr. Samuel T. Philander.
Twice within the past few minutes he has started absent-mindedly
across the tracks in the direction of a near-by swamponly to
be rescued and dragged back by the tireless Mr. Philander.

Jane Porterthe professor's daughteris in strained and
lifeless conversation with William Cecil Clayton and Tarzan
of the Apes. Within the little waiting roombut a bare
moment beforea confession of love and a renunciation had
taken place that had blighted the lives and happiness of two
of the partybut William Cecil ClaytonLord Greystokewas
not one of them.

Behind Miss Porter hovered the motherly Esmeralda. Shetoo
was happyfor was she not returning to her beloved Maryland?
Already she could see dimly through the fog of smoke the murky
headlight of the oncoming engine. The men began to gather up
the hand baggage. Suddenly Clayton exclaimed.

By Jove! I've left my ulster in the waiting-room,and
hastened off to fetch it.

Good-bye, Jane,said Tarzanextending his hand.
God bless you!

Good-bye,replied the girl faintly. "Try to forget me--no
not that--I could not bear to think that you had forgotten me."

There is no danger of that, dear,he answered. "I wish
to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier
than to go through life always remembering what might have been.
You will be happythough; I am sure you shall--you must be.
You may tell the others of my decision to drive my car on
to New York--I don't feel equal to bidding Clayton good-bye.
I want always to remember him kindlybut I fear that I am
too much of a wild beast yet to be trusted too long with
the man who stands between me and the one person in all
the world I want."

As Clayton stooped to pick up his coat in the waiting
room his eyes fell on a telegraph blank lying face down
upon the floor. He stooped to pick it upthinking it
might be a message of importance which some one had dropped.
He glanced at it hastilyand then suddenly he forgot his
coatthe approaching train--everything but that terrible
little piece of yellow paper in his hand. He read it twice
before he could fully grasp the terrific weight of meaning
that it bore to him.

When he had picked it up he had been an English nobleman
the proud and wealthy possessor of vast estates--a moment
later he had read itand he knew that he was an untitled
and penniless beggar. It was D'Arnot's cablegram to
Tarzanand it read:

Finger prints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.

He staggered as though he had received a mortal blow.
Just then he heard the others calling to him to hurry--the
train was coming to a stop at the little platform.
Like a man dazed he gathered up his ulster. He would tell
them about the cablegram when they were all on board the train.
Then he ran out upon the platform just as the engine whistled
twice in the final warning that precedes the first rumbling
jerk of coupling pins. The others were on boardleaning out
from the platform of a Pullmancrying to him to hurry.
Quite five minutes elapsed before they were settled in their
seatsnor was it until then that Clayton discovered that
Tarzan was not with them.

Where is Tarzan?he asked Jane Porter. "In another car?"

No,she replied; "at the last minute he determined to
drive his machine back to New York. He is anxious to see
more of America than is possible from a car window. He is
returning to Franceyou know."

Clayton did not reply. He was trying to find the right words
to explain to Jane Porter the calamity that had befallen him
--and her. He wondered just what the effect of his knowledge
would be on her. Would she still wish to marry him--to be
plain Mrs. Clayton? Suddenly the awful sacrifice which one
of them must make loomed large before his imagination.
Then came the question: Will Tarzan claim his own? The ape-man
had known the contents of the message before he calmly denied
knowledge of his parentage! He had admitted that Kalathe ape
was his mother! Could it have been for love of Jane Porter?

There was no other explanation which seemed reasonable.
Thenhaving ignored the evidence of the messagewas it not
reasonable to assume that he meant never to claim his birthright?
If this were sowhat right had heWilliam Cecil Claytonto
thwart the wishesto balk the self-sacrifice of this
strange man? If Tarzan of the Apes could do this thing to
save Jane Porter from unhappinesswhy should heto whose
care she was intrusting her whole futuredo aught to
jeopardize her interests?

And so he reasoned until the first generous impulse to
proclaim the truth and relinquish his titles and his estates
to their rightful owner was forgotten beneath the mass of
sophistries which self-interest had advanced. But during the
balance of the tripand for many days thereafterhe was
moody and distraught. Occasionally the thought obtruded
itself that possibly at some later day Tarzan would regret
his magnanimityand claim his rights.

Several days after they reached Baltimore Clayton
broached the subject of an early marriage to Jane.

What do you mean by early?she asked.

Within the next few days. I must return to England at
once--I want you to return with me, dear.

I can't get ready so soon as that,replied Jane. "It will
take a whole monthat least."

She was gladfor she hoped that whatever called him to
England might still further delay the wedding. She had made
a bad bargainbut she intended carrying her part loyally
to the bitter end--if she could manage to secure a temporary
reprievethoughshe felt that she was warranted in doing so.
His reply disconcerted her.

Very well, Jane,he said. "I am disappointedbut I shall let
my trip to England wait a month; then we can go back together."

But when the month was drawing to a close she found still
another excuse upon which to hang a postponementuntil at
lastdiscouraged and doubtingClayton was forced to go
back to England alone.

The several letters that passed between them brought Clayton
no nearer to a consummation of his hopes than he had been
beforeand so it was that he wrote directly to Professor
Porterand enlisted his services. The old man had always
favored the match. He liked Claytonandbeing of an old
southern familyhe put rather an exaggerated value on the
advantages of a titlewhich meant little or nothing to
his daughter.

Clayton urged that the professor accept his invitation to
be his guest in Londonan invitation which included the
professor's entire little family--Mr. PhilanderEsmeralda
and all. The Englishman argued that once Jane was thereand
home ties had been brokenshe would not so dread the step
which she had so long hesitated to take.

So the evening that he received Clayton's letter Professor Porter
announced that they would leave for London the following week.

But once in London Jane Porter was no more tractable than she
had been in Baltimore. She found one excuse after another
and whenfinallyLord Tennington invited the party to cruise
around Africa in his yachtshe expressed the greatest delight
in the ideabut absolutely refused to be married until they
had returned to London. As the cruise was to consume a year
at leastfor they were to stop for indefinite periods at
various points of interestClayton mentally anathematized
Tennington for ever suggesting such a ridiculous trip.

It was Lord Tennington's plan to cruise through the
Mediterraneanand the Red Sea to the Indian Oceanand
thus down the East Coastputting in at every port that
was worth the seeing.

And so it happened that on a certain day two vessels passed
in the Strait of Gibraltar. The smallera trim white
yachtwas speeding toward the eastand on her deck sat a
young woman who gazed with sad eyes upon a diamondstudded
locket which she idly fingered. Her thoughts were far
awayin the dimleafy fastness of a tropical jungle--and
her heart was with her thoughts.

She wondered if the man who had given her the beautiful
baublethat had meant so much more to him than the
intrinsic value which he had not even known could ever
have meant to himwas back in his savage forest.

And upon the deck of the larger vessela passenger steamer
passing toward the eastthe man sat with another young
womanand the two idly speculated upon the identity of the
dainty craft gliding so gracefully through the gentle swell of
the lazy sea.

When the yacht had passed the man resumed the conversation
that her appearance had broken off.

Yes,he saidI like America very much, and that means,
of course, that I like Americans, for a country is only what
its people make it. I met some very delightful people while I
was there. I recall one family from your own city, Miss
Strong, whom I liked particularly--Professor Porter and
his daughter.

Jane Porter!exclaimed the girl. "Do you mean to tell me
that you know Jane Porter? Whyshe is the very best friend
I have in the world. We were little children together--we have
known each other for ages."

Indeed!he answeredsmiling. "You would have difficulty
in persuading any one of the fact who had seen either of you."

I'll qualify the statement, then,she answeredwith a laugh.
We have known each other for two ages--hers and mine.
But seriously we are as dear to each other as sisters,
and now that I am going to lose her I am almost heartbroken.

Going to lose her?exclaimed Tarzan. "Whywhat do you mean?
OhyesI understand. You mean that now that she is married
and living in Englandyou will seldom if ever see her."

Yes,replied she; "and the saddest part of it all is that
she is not marrying the man she loves. Ohit is terrible.
Marrying from a sense of duty! I think it is perfectly wicked
and I told her so. I have felt so strongly on the subject that
although I was the only person outside of blood relations
who was to have been asked to the wedding I would not let
her invite mefor I should not have gone to witness the
terrible mockery. But Jane Porter is peculiarly positive.
She has convinced herself that she is doing the only honorable
thing that she can doand nothing in the world will ever
prevent her from marrying Lord Greystoke except Greystoke
himselfor death."

I am sorry for her,said Tarzan.

And I am sorry for the man she loves,said the girlfor
he loves her. I never met him, but from what Jane tells me
he must be a very wonderful person. It seems that he was
born in an African jungle, and brought up by fierce,
anthropoid apes. He had never seen a white man or woman
until Professor Porter and his party were marooned on the
coast right at the threshold of his tiny cabin. He saved them
from all manner of terrible beasts, and accomplished the
most wonderful feats imaginable, and then to cap the climax
he fell in love with Jane and she with him, though she never
really knew it for sure until she had promised herself to
Lord Greystoke.

Most remarkable,murmured Tarzancudgeling his brain for
some pretext upon which to turn the subject. He delighted

in hearing Hazel Strong talk of Janebut when he was the
subject of the conversation he was bored and embarrassed.
But he was soon given a respitefor the girl's mother
joined themand the talk became general.

The next few days passed uneventfully. The sea was quiet.
The sky was clear. The steamer plowed steadily on toward the
south without pause. Tarzan spent quite a little time with
Miss Strong and her mother. They whiled away their hours
on deck readingtalkingor taking pictures with Miss
Strong's camera. When the sun had set they walked.

One day Tarzan found Miss Strong in conversation with a
strangera man he had not seen on board before. As he
approached the couple the man bowed to the girl and turned
to walk away.

Wait, Monsieur Thuran,said Miss Strong; "you must meet
Mr. Caldwell. We are all fellow passengersand should
be acquainted."

The two men shook hands. As Tarzan looked into the eyes
of Monsieur Thuran he was struck by the strange familiarity
of their expression.

I have had the honor of monsieur's acquaintance in the
past, I am sure,said Tarzanthough I cannot recall the

Monsieur Thuran appeared ill at ease.

I cannot say, monsieur,he replied. "It may be so. I have
had that identical sensation myself when meeting a stranger."

Monsieur Thuran has been explaining some of the mysteries
of navigation to me,explained the girl.

Tarzan paid little heed to the conversation that ensued--he
was attempting to recall where he had met Monsieur Thuran before.
That it had been under peculiar circumstances he was positive.
Presently the sun reached themand the girl asked Monsieur
Thuran to move her chair farther back into the shade.
Tarzan happened to be watching the man at the time
and noticed the awkward manner in which he handled
the chair--his left wrist was stiff. That clew was
sufficient--a sudden train of associated ideas did the rest.

Monsieur Thuran had been trying to find an excuse to
make a graceful departure. The lull in the conversation
following the moving of their position gave him an opportunity
to make his excuses. Bowing low to Miss Strongand inclining
his head to Tarzanhe turned to leave them.

Just a moment,said Tarzan. "If Miss Strong will pardon me
I will accompany you. I shall return in a momentMiss Strong."

Monsieur Thuran looked uncomfortable. When the two men had
passed out of the girl's sightTarzan stoppedlaying a
heavy hand on the other's shoulder.

What is your game now, Rokoff?he asked.

I am leaving France as I promised you,replied the other
in a surly voice.

I see you are,said Tarzan; "but I know you so well
that I can scarcely believe that your being on the same boat
with me is purely a coincidence. If I could believe it the
fact that you are in disguise would immediately disabuse
my mind of any such idea."

Well,growled Rokoffwith a shrugI cannot see what you
are going to do about it. This vessel flies the English flag.
I have as much right on board her as you, and from the
fact that you are booked under an assumed name I imagine
that I have more right.

We will not discuss it, Rokoff. All I wanted to say to
you is that you must keep away from Miss Strong--she is a
decent woman.

Rokoff turned scarlet.

If you don't I shall pitch you overboard,continued Tarzan.
Do not forget that I am just waiting for some excuse.
Then he turned on his heeland left Rokoff standing
there trembling with suppressed rage.

He did not see the man again for daysbut Rokoff was
not idle. In his stateroom with Paulvitch he fumed and
sworethreatening the most terrible of revenges.

I would throw him overboard tonight,he criedwere I
sure that those papers were not on his person. I cannot
chance pitching them into the ocean with him. If you were
not such a stupid coward, Alexis, you would find a way to
enter his stateroom and search for the documents.

Paulvitch smiled. "You are supposed to be the brains of this
partnershipmy dear Nikolas he replied. Why do you not
find the means to search Monsieur Caldwell's stateroom--eh?"

Two hours later fate was kind to themfor Paulvitchwho
was ever on the watchsaw Tarzan leave his room without
locking the door. Five minutes later Rokoff was stationed
where he could give the alarm in case Tarzan returnedand
Paulvitch was deftly searching the contents of the ape-
man's luggage.

He was about to give up in despair when he saw a coat
which Tarzan had just removed. A moment later he grasped an
official envelope in his hand. A quick glance at its contents
brought a broad smile to the Russian's face.

When he left the stateroom Tarzan himself could not have
told that an article in it had been touched since he left
it--Paulvitch was a past master in his chosen field.
When he handed the packet to Rokoff in the seclusion of
their stateroom the larger man rang for a stewardand
ordered a pint of champagne.

We must celebrate, my dear Alexis,he said.

It was luck, Nikolas,explained Paulvitch. "It is evident
that he carries these papers always upon his person--just
by chance he neglected to transfer them when he changed
coats a few minutes since. But there will be the deuce to
pay when he discovers his loss. I am afraid that he will

immediately connect you with it. Now that he knows that
you are on board he will suspect you at once."

It will make no difference whom he suspects--after to-night,
said Rokoffwith a nasty grin.

After Miss Strong had gone below that night Tarzan stood
leaning over the rail looking far out to sea. Every night he
had done this since he had come on board--sometimes he
stood thus for an hour. And the eyes that had been watching
his every movement since he had boarded the ship at
Algiers knew that this was his habit.

Even as he stood there this night those eyes were on him.
Presently the last straggler had left the deck. It was
a clear nightbut there was no moon--objects on deck
were barely discernible.

From the shadows of the cabin two figures crept stealthily
upon the ape-man from behind. The lapping of the waves
against the ship's sidesthe whirring of the propeller
the throbbing of the enginesdrowned the almost soundless
approach of the two.

They were quite close to him nowand crouching lowlike
tacklers on a gridiron. One of them raised his hand and
lowered itas though counting off seconds--one--two--three!
As one man the two leaped for their victim. Each grasped a
legand before Tarzan of the Apeslightning though he was
could turn to save himself he had been pitched over the low
rail and was falling into the Atlantic.

Hazel Strong was looking from her darkened port across
the dark sea. Suddenly a body shot past her eyes from
the deck above. It dropped so quickly into the dark waters
below that she could not be sure of what it was--it might
have been a manshe could not say. She listened for some
outcry from above--for the always-fearsome callMan overboard!
but it did not come. All was silence on the ship above--all
was silence in the sea below.

The girl decided that she had but seen a bundle of refuse
thrown overboard by one of the ship's crewand a moment
later sought her berth.

Chapter 13

The Wreck of the "Lady Alice"

The next morning at breakfast Tarzan's place was vacant.
Miss Strong was mildly curiousfor Mr. Caldwell had
always made it a point to wait that he might breakfast
with her and her mother. As she was sitting on deck later
Monsieur Thuran paused to exchange a half dozen pleasant
words with her. He seemed in most excellent spirits--his
manner was the extreme of affability. As he passed on Miss
Strong thought what a very delightful man was Monsieur Thuran.

The day dragged heavily. She missed the quiet companionship
of Mr. Caldwell--there had been something about him

that had made the girl like him from the first; he had talked
so entertainingly of the places he had seen--the peoples
and their customs--the wild beasts; and he had always had a
droll way of drawing striking comparisons between savage
animals and civilized men that showed a considerable
knowledge of the formerand a keenthough somewhat cynical
estimate of the latter.

When Monsieur Thuran stopped again to chat with her in
the afternoon she welcomed the break in the day's monotony.
But she had begun to become seriously concerned in Mr.
Caldwell's continued absence; somehow she constantly
associated it with the start she had had the night before
when the dark object fell past her port into the sea.
Presently she broached the subject to Monsieur Thuran.
Had he seen Mr. Caldwell today? He had not. Why?

He was not at breakfast as usual, nor have I seen him
once since yesterday,explained the girl.

Monsieur Thuran was extremely solicitous.

I did not have the pleasure of intimate acquaintance
with Mr. Caldwell,he said. "He seemed a most estimable
gentlemanhowever. Can it be that he is indisposed
and has remained in his stateroom? It would not be strange."

No,replied the girlit would not be strange, of course;
but for some inexplicable reason I have one of those foolish
feminine presentiments that all is not right with Mr. Caldwell.
It is the strangest feeling--it is as though I knew that
he was not on board the ship.

Monsieur Thuran laughed pleasantly. "Mercymy dear
Miss Strong he said; where in the world could he be then?
We have not been within sight of land for days."

Of course, it is ridiculous of me,she admitted. And then:
But I am not going to worry about it any longer; I
am going to find out where Mr. Caldwell is,and she
motioned to a passing steward.

That may be more difficult than you imagine, my dear girl,
thought Monsieur Thuranbut aloud he said: "By all means."

Find Mr. Caldwell, please,she said to the stewardand tell
him that his friends are much worried by his continued absence.

You are very fond of Mr. Caldwell?suggested Monsieur Thuran.

I think he is splendid,replied the girl. "And mamma is
perfectly infatuated with him. He is the sort of man with
whom one has a feeling of perfect security--no one could
help but have confidence in Mr. Caldwell."

A moment later the steward returned to say that Mr. Caldwell
was not in his stateroom. "I cannot find himMiss Strong
and"--he hesitated--"I have learned that his berth was not
occupied last night. I think that I had better report the
matter to the captain."

Most assuredly,exclaimed Miss Strong. "I shall go
with you to the captain myself. It is terrible! I know that
something awful has happened. My presentiments were not

falseafter all."

It was a very frightened young woman and an excited steward
who presented themselves before the captain a few moments later.
He listened to their stories in silence--a look of concern
marking his expression as the steward assured him that he
had sought for the missing passenger in every part of the
ship that a passenger might be expected to frequent.

And are you sure, Miss Strong, that you saw a body fall
overboard last night?he asked.

There is not the slightest doubt about that,she answered.
I cannot say that it was a human body--there was no outcry.
It might have been only what I thought it was--a bundle of refuse.
But if Mr. Caldwell is not found on board I shall always be
positive that it was he whom I saw fall past my port.

The captain ordered an immediate and thorough search
of the entire ship from stem to stern--no nook or cranny was
to be overlooked. Miss Strong remained in his cabinwaiting
the outcome of the quest. The captain asked her many
questionsbut she could tell him nothing about the missing
man other than what she had herself seen during their brief
acquaintance on shipboard. For the first time she suddenly
realized how very little indeed Mr. Caldwell had told her about
himself or his past life. That he had been born in Africa
and educated in Paris was about all she knewand this
meager information had been the result of her surprise that
an Englishman should speak English with such a marked
French accent.

Did he ever speak of any enemies?asked the captain.


Was he acquainted with any of the other passengers?

Only as he had been with me--through the circumstance
of casual meeting as fellow shipmates.

Er--was he, in your opinion, Miss Strong, a man who
drank to excess?

I do not know that he drank at all--he certainly had not
been drinking up to half an hour before I saw that body
fall overboard,she answeredfor I was with him on deck
up to that time.

It is very strange,said the captain. "He did not look
to me like a man who was subject to fainting spellsor
anything of that sort. And even had he been it is scarcely
credible that he should have fallen completely over the
rail had he been taken with an attack while leaning upon it
--he would rather have fallen insideupon the deck. If he is
not on boardMiss Stronghe was thrown overboard--and
the fact that you heard no outcry would lead to the assumption
that he was dead before he left the ship's deck--murdered."

The girl shuddered.

It was a full hour later that the first officer returned to
report the outcome of the search.

Mr. Caldwell is not on board, sir,he said.

I fear that there is something more serious than accident
here, Mr. Brently,said the captain. "I wish that you would
make a personal and very careful examination of Mr. Caldwell's
effectsto ascertain if there is any clew to a motive either
for suicide or murder--sift the thing to the bottom."

Aye, aye, sir!responded Mr. Brentlyand left to commence
his investigation.

Hazel Strong was prostrated. For two days she did not
leave her cabinand when she finally ventured on deck she was
very wan and whitewith greatdark circles beneath her eyes.
Waking or sleepingit seemed that she constantly saw that
dark body droppingswift and silentinto the coldgrim sea.

Shortly after her first appearance on deck following the
tragedyMonsieur Thuran joined her with many expressions
of kindly solicitude.

Oh, but it is terrible, Miss Strong,he said. "I cannot rid
my mind of it."

Nor I,said the girl wearily. "I feel that he might have
been saved had I but given the alarm."

You must not reproach yourself, my dear Miss Strong,
urged Monsieur Thuran. "It was in no way your fault.
Another would have done as you did. Who would think that
because something fell into the sea from a ship that it must
necessarily be a man? Nor would the outcome have been
different had you given an alarm. For a while they would
have doubted your storythinking it but the nervous
hallucination of a woman--had you insisted it would have been
too late to have rescued him by the time the ship could have
been brought to a stopand the boats lowered and rowed
back miles in search of the unknown spot where the tragedy
had occurred. Noyou must not censure yourself. You have
done more than any other of us for poor Mr. Caldwell--you
were the only one to miss him. It was you who instituted
the search."

The girl could not help but feel grateful to him for his
kind and encouraging words. He was with her often--almost
constantly for the remainder of the voyage--and she
grew to like him very much indeed. Monsieur Thuran had
learned that the beautiful Miss Strongof Baltimorewas an
American heiress--a very wealthy girl in her own rightand
with future prospects that quite took his breath away when he
contemplated themand since he spent most of his time in that
delectable pastime it is a wonder that he breathed at all.

It had been Monsieur Thuran's intention to leave the ship at
the first port they touched after the disappearance of Tarzan.
Did he not have in his coat pocket the thing he had
taken passage upon this very boat to obtain? There was
nothing more to detain him here. He could not return to
the Continent fast enoughthat he might board the first
express for St. Petersburg.

But now another idea had obtruded itselfand was rapidly
crowding his original intentions into the background.
That American fortune was not to be sneezed atnor was

its possessor a whit less attractive.

SAPRISTI! but she would cause a sensation in St. Petersburg.
And he wouldtoowith the assistance of her inheritance.

After Monsieur Thuran had squandered a few million dollars
he discovered that the vocation was so entirely to his
liking that he would continue on down to Cape Townwhere
he suddenly decided that he had pressing engagements
that might detain him there for some time.

Miss Strong had told him that she and her mother were to
visit the latter's brother there--they had not decided upon the
duration of their stayand it would probably run into months.

She was delighted when she found that Monsieur Thuran
was to be there also.

I hope that we shall be able to continue our acquaintance,
she said. "You must call upon mamma and me as
soon as we are settled."

Monsieur Thuran was delighted at the prospectand lost
no time in saying so. Mrs. Strong was not quite so favorably
impressed by him as her daughter.

I do not know why I should distrust him,she said to
Hazel one day as they were discussing him. "He seems a
perfect gentleman in every respectbut sometimes there
is something about his eyes--a fleeting expression which
I cannot describebut which when I see it gives me a
very uncanny feeling."

The girl laughed. "You are a silly dearmamma she said.

I suppose sobut I am sorry that we have not poor Mr.
Caldwell for company instead."

And I, too,replied her daughter.

Monsieur Thuran became a frequent visitor at the home of
Hazel Strong's uncle in Cape Town. His attentions were very
markedbut they were so punctiliously arranged to meet
the girl's every wish that she came to depend upon him more
and more. Did she or her mother or a cousin require an
escort--was there a little friendly service to be rendered
the genial and ubiquitous Monsieur Thuran was always available.
Her uncle and his family grew to like him for his unfailing
courtesy and willingness to be of service. Monsieur Thuran
was becoming indispensable. At lengthfeeling the moment
propitioushe proposed. Miss Strong was startled.
She did not know what to say.

I had never thought that you cared for me in any such
way,she told him. "I have looked upon you always as a
very dear friend. I shall not give you my answer now.
Forget that you have asked me to be your wife. Let us go
on as we have been--then I can consider you from an entirely
different angle for a time. It may be that I shall discover
that my feeling for you is more than friendship. I certainly
have not thought for a moment that I loved you."

This arrangement was perfectly satisfactory to Monsieur Thuran.
He deeply regretted that he had been hastybut he had

loved her for so long a timeand so devotedlythat he
thought that every one must know it.

From the first time I saw you, Hazel,he saidI have
loved you. I am willing to wait, for I am certain that so great
and pure a love as mine will be rewarded. All that I care to
know is that you do not love another. Will you tell me?

I have never been in love in my life,she repliedand he
was quite satisfied. On the way home that night he purchased
a steam yachtand built a million-dollar villa on the Black Sea.

The next day Hazel Strong enjoyed one of the happiest surprises
of her life--she ran face to face upon Jane Porter as she was
coming out of a jeweler's shop.

Why, Jane Porter!she exclaimed. "Where in the world
did you drop from? WhyI can't believe my own eyes."

Well, of all things!cried the equally astonished Jane.
And here I have been wasting whole reams of perfectly good
imagination picturing you in Baltimore--the very idea!And
she threw her arms about her friend once moreand kissed
her a dozen times.

By the time mutual explanations had been made Hazel
knew that Lord Tennington's yacht had put in at Cape Town
for at least a week's stayand at the end of that time was to
continue on her voyage--this time up the West Coast--and so
back to England. "Where concluded Jane, I am to be married."

Then you are not married yet?asked Hazel.

Not yet,replied Janeand thenquite irrelevantlyI wish
England were a million miles from here.

Visits were exchanged between the yacht and Hazel's relatives.
Dinners were arranged, and trips into the surrounding
country to entertain the visitors. Monsieur Thuran was a
welcome guest at every function. He gave a dinner himself to the
men of the party, and managed to ingratiate himself in the
good will of Lord Tennington by many little acts of hospitality.

Monsieur Thuran had heard dropped a hint of something
which might result from this unexpected visit of Lord
Tennington's yacht, and he wanted to be counted in on it.
Once when he was alone with the Englishman he took occasion to
make it quite plain that his engagement to Miss Strong was
to be announced immediately upon their return to America.
But not a word of itmy dear Tennington--not a word of it."

Certainly, I quite understand, my dear fellow,Tennington
had replied. "But you are to be congratulated--ripping
girldon't you know--really."

The next day it came. Mrs. StrongHazeland Monsieur
Thuran were Lord Tennington's guests aboard his yacht.
Mrs. Strong had been telling them how much she had enjoyed
her visit at Cape Townand that she regretted that a letter
just received from her attorneys in Baltimore had necessitated
her cutting her visit shorter than they had intended.

When do you sail?asked Tennington.

The first of the week, I think,she replied.
Indeed?exclaimed Monsieur Thuran. "I am very fortunate.
Itoohave found that I must return at onceand now
I shall have the honor of accompanying and serving you."

That is nice of you, Monsieur Thuran,replied Mrs. Strong.
I am sure that we shall be glad to place ourselves under
your protection.But in the bottom of her heart was
the wish that they might escape him. Whyshe could not
have told.

By Jove!ejaculated Lord Tenningtona moment later.
Bully idea, by Jove!

Yes, Tennington, of course,ventured Clayton; "it must
be a bully idea if you had itbut what the deuce is it?
Goin' to steam to China via the south pole?"

Oh, I say now, Clayton,returned Tenningtonyou
needn't be so rough on a fellow just because you didn't
happen to suggest this trip yourself--you've acted a regular
bounder ever since we sailed.

Nosir he continued, it's a bully ideaand you'll all
say so. It's to take Mrs. Strong and Miss Strongand Thuran
tooif he'll comeas far as England with us on the yacht.
Nowisn't that a corker?"

Forgive me, Tenny, old boy,cried Clayton. "It certainly
IS a corking idea--I never should have suspected you of it.
You're quite sure it's originalare you?"

And we'll sail the first of the week, or any other time that
suits your convenience, Mrs. Strong,concluded the big-hearted
Englishmanas though the thing were all arranged
except the sailing date.

Mercy, Lord Tennington, you haven't even given us an
opportunity to thank you, much less decide whether we shall
be able to accept your generous invitation,said Mrs. Strong.

Why, of course you'll come,responded Tennington.
We'll make as good time as any passenger boat, and you'll
be fully as comfortable; and, anyway, we all want you, and
won't take no for an answer.

And so it was settled that they should sail the following Monday.

Two days out the girls were sitting in Hazel's cabin
looking at some prints she had had finished in Cape Town.
They represented all the pictures she had taken since she
had left Americaand the girls were both engrossed in them
Jane asking many questionsand Hazel keeping up a perfect torrent
of comment and explanation of the various scenes and people.

And here,she said suddenlyhere's a man you know.
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.
She was holding the little print so that Jane did not see
the face of the man it portrayed.

His name was John Caldwell,continued Hazel. "Do you recall him?
He said that he met you in America. He is an Englishman."

I do not recollect the name,replied Jane. "Let me
see the picture."
The poor fellow was lost overboard on our trip down the
coast,she saidas she handed the print to Jane.

Lost over--Why, Hazel, Hazel--don't tell me that he is
dead--drowned at sea! Hazel! Why don't you say that you are joking!
And before the astonished Miss Strong could catch her
Jane Porter had slipped to the floor in a swoon.

After Hazel had restored her chum to consciousness she
sat looking at her for a long time before either spoke.

I did not know, Jane,said Hazelin a constrained voice
that you knew Mr. Caldwell so intimately that his death
could prove such a shock to you.

John Caldwell?questioned Miss Porter. "You do not mean
to tell me that you do not know who this man wasHazel?"

Why, yes, Jane; I know perfectly well who he was--his
name was John Caldwell; he was from London.

Oh, Hazel, I wish I could believe it,moaned the girl.
I wish I could believe it, but those features are burned so
deep into my memory and my heart that I should recognize
them anywhere in the world from among a thousand others,
who might appear identical to any one but me.

What do you mean, Jane?cried Hazelnow thoroughly alarmed.
Who do you think it is?

I don't think, Hazel. I know that that is a picture of
Tarzan of the Apes.


I cannot be mistaken. Oh, Hazel, are you sure that he is dead?
Can there be no mistake?

I am afraid not, dear,answered Hazel sadly. "I wish I
could think that you are mistakenbut now a hundred and
one little pieces of corroborative evidence occur to me that
meant nothing to me while I thought that he was John Caldwell
of London. He said that he had been born in Africa
and educated in France."

Yes, that would be true,murmured Jane Porter dully.

The first officer, who searched his luggage, found nothing
to identify John Caldwell, of London. Practically all his
belongings had been made, or purchased, in Paris. Everything
that bore an initial was marked either with a `T' alone, or
with `J. C. T.' We thought that he was traveling incognito
under his first two names--the J. C. standing for John Caldwell.

Tarzan of the Apes took the name Jean C. Tarzan,said
Janein the same lifeless monotone. "And he is dead! Oh!
Hazelit is horrible! He died all alone in this terrible ocean!
It is unbelievable that that brave heart should have ceased
to beat--that those mighty muscles are quiet and cold forever!
That he who was the personification of life and health
and manly strength should be the prey of slimycrawling
thingsthat--" But she could go no furtherand with a little

moan she buried her head in her armsand sank sobbing to the floor.

For days Miss Porter was illand would see no one except
Hazel and the faithful Esmeralda. When at last she came on
deck all were struck by the sad change that had taken place
in her. She was no longer the alertvivacious American
beauty who had charmed and delighted all who came in contact
with her. Instead she was a very quiet and sad little
girl--with an expression of hopeless wistfulness that none
but Hazel Strong could interpret.

The entire party strove their utmost to cheer and amuse
herbut all to no avail. Occasionally the jolly Lord
Tennington would wring a wan smile from herbut for the
most part she sat with wide eyes looking out across the sea.

With Jane Porter's illness one misfortune after another
seemed to attack the yacht. First an engine broke downand
they drifted for two days while temporary repairs were being made.
Then a squall struck them unawarethat carried overboard
nearly everything above deck that was portable. Later two of
the seamen fell to fighting in the forecastlewith the
result that one of them was badly wounded with a knifeand
the other had to be put in irons. Thento cap the climax
the mate fell overboard at nightand was drowned before
help could reach him. The yacht cruised about the spot for
ten hoursbut no sign of the man was seen after he
disappeared from the deck into the sea.

Every member of the crew and guests was gloomy and depressed
after these series of misfortunes. All were apprehensive of
worse to comeand this was especially true of the
seamen who recalled all sorts of terrible omens and warnings
that had occurred during the early part of the voyageand
which they could now clearly translate into the precursors of
some grim and terrible tragedy to come.

Nor did the croakers have long to wait. The second night
after the drowning of the mate the little yacht was suddenly
wracked from stem to stern. About one o'clock in the
morning there was a terrific impact that threw the slumbering
guests and crew from berth and bunk. A mighty shudder ran
through the frail craft; she lay far over to starboard; the
engines stopped. For a moment she hung there with her decks
at an angle of forty-five degrees--thenwith a sullenrending
soundshe slipped back into the sea and righted.

Instantly the men rushed upon deckfollowed closely by
the women. Though the night was cloudythere was little
wind or seanor was it so dark but that just off the port
bow a black mass could be discerned floating low in the water.

A derelict,was the terse explanation of the officer of the watch.

Presently the engineer hurried on deck in search of the captain.

That patch we put on the cylinder head's blown out, sir,he
reportedand she's makin' water fast for'ard on the port bow.

An instant later a seaman rushed up from below.

My Gawd!he cried. "Her whole bleedin' bottom's ripped
out. She can't float twenty minutes."

Shut up!roared Tennington. "Ladiesgo below and get
some of your things together. It may not be so bad as that
but we may have to take to the boats. It will be safer
to be prepared. Go at onceplease. AndCaptain Jerrold
send some competent man belowpleaseto ascertain the exact
extent of the damage. In the meantime I might suggest that
you have the boats provisioned."

The calmlow voice of the owner did much to reassure
the entire partyand a moment later all were occupied with
the duties he had suggested. By the time the ladies had
returned to the deck the rapid provisioning of the boats had
been about completedand a moment later the officer who
had gone below had returned to report. But his opinion was
scarcely needed to assure the huddled group of men and
women that the end of the LADY ALICE was at hand.

Well, sir?said the captainas his officer hesitated.

I dislike to frighten the ladies, sir,he saidbut she
can't float a dozen minutes, in my opinion. There's a hole in
her you could drive a bally cow through, sir.

For five minutes the LADY ALICE had been settling rapidly
by the bow. Already her stern loomed high in the airand
foothold on the deck was of the most precarious nature.
She carried four boatsand these were all filled and lowered
away in safety. As they pulled rapidly from the stricken
little vessel Jane Porter turned to have one last look at her.
Just then there came a loud crash and an ominous rumbling
and pounding from the heart of the ship--her machinery had
broken looseand was dashing its way toward the bow
tearing out partitions and bulkheads as it went--the stern rose
rapidly high above them; for a moment she seemed to pause
there--a vertical shaft protruding from the bosom of the
oceanand then swiftly she dove headforemost beneath the waves.

In one of the boats the brave Lord Tennington wiped a tear
from his eye--he had not seen a fortune in money go down
forever into the seabut a dearbeautiful friend whom he
had loved.

At last the long night brokeand a tropical sun smote
down upon the rolling water. Jane Porter had dropped into a
fitful slumber--the fierce light of the sun upon her upturned
face awoke her. She looked about her. In the boat with her
were three sailorsClaytonand Monsieur Thuran. Then she
looked for the other boatsbut as far as the eye could reach
there was nothing to break the fearful monotony of that
waste of waters--they were alone in a small boat upon the
broad Atlantic.

Chapter 14

Back to the Primitive

As Tarzan struck the waterhis first impulse was to swim clear
of the ship and possible danger from her propellers. He knew
whom to thank for his present predicamentand as he lay in
the seajust supporting himself by a gentle movement of his

handshis chief emotion was one of chagrin that he had been
so easily bested by Rokoff.

He lay thus for some timewatching the receding and
rapidly diminishing lights of the steamer without it ever once
occurring to him to call for help. He never had called for
help in his lifeand so it is not strange that he did not think
of it now. Always had he depended upon his own prowess
and resourcefulnessnor had there ever been since the days
of Kala any to answer an appeal for succor. When it did
occur to him it was too late.

There wasthought Tarzana possible one chance in a
hundred thousand that he might be picked upand an even
smaller chance that he would reach landso he determined
that to combine what slight chances there werehe would
swim slowly in the direction of the coast--the ship might
have been closer in than he had known.

His strokes were long and easy--it would be many hours
before those giant muscles would commence to feel fatigue.
As he swamguided toward the east by the starshe noticed
that he felt the weight of his shoesand so he removed them.
His trousers went nextand he would have removed his coat
at the same time but for the precious papers in its pocket.
To assure himself that he still had them he slipped his
hand in to feelbut to his consternation they were gone.

Now he knew that something more than revenge had
prompted Rokoff to pitch him overboard--the Russian had
managed to obtain possession of the papers Tarzan had
wrested from him at Bou Saada. The ape-man swore softly
and let his coat and shirt sink into the Atlantic. Before many
hours he had divested himself of his remaining garments
and was swimming easily and unencumbered toward the east.

The first faint evidence of dawn was paling the stars ahead
of him when the dim outlines of a low-lying black mass
loomed up directly in his track. A few strong strokes brought
him to its side--it was the bottom of a wave-washed derelict.
Tarzan clambered upon it--he would rest there until daylight
at least. He had no intention to remain there inactive--a prey
to hunger and thirst. If he must die he preferred dying in
action while making some semblance of an attempt to save himself.

The sea was quietso that the wreck had only a gently
undulating motionthat was nothing to the swimmer who
had had no sleep for twenty hours. Tarzan of the Apes
curled up upon the slimy timbersand was soon asleep.

The heat of the sun awoke him early in the forenoon.
His first conscious sensation was of thirstwhich grew
almost to the proportions of suffering with full returning
consciousness; but a moment later it was forgotten in the
joy of two almost simultaneous discoveries. The first was
a mass of wreckage floating beside the derelict in the midst
of whichbottom uprose and fell an overturned lifeboat;
the other was the faintdim line of a far-distant shore
showing on the horizon in the east.

Tarzan dove into the waterand swam around the wreck
to the lifeboat. The cool ocean refreshed him almost as
much as would a draft of waterso that it was with renewed
vigor that he brought the smaller boat alongside the derelict

andafter many herculean effortssucceeded in dragging it
onto the slimy ship's bottom. There he righted and examined
it--the boat was quite soundand a moment later floated upright
alongside the wreck. Then Tarzan selected several pieces
of wreckage that might answer him as paddlesand presently
was making good headway toward the far-off shore.

It was late in the afternoon by the time he came close
enough to distinguish objects on landor to make out the
contour of the shore line. Before him lay what appeared to
be the entrance to a littlelandlocked harbor. The wooded
point to the north was strangely familiar. Could it be
possible that fate had thrown him up at the very threshold
of his own beloved jungle! But as the bow of his boat
entered the mouth of the harbor the last shred of doubt was
cleared awayfor there before him upon the farther shore
under the shadows of his primeval foreststood his own
cabin--built before his birth by the hand of his long-dead
fatherJohn ClaytonLord Greystoke.

With long sweeps of his giant muscles Tarzan sent the little
craft speeding toward the beach. Its prow had scarcely
touched when the ape-man leaped to shore--his heart beat
fast in joy and exultation as each long-familiar object came
beneath his roving eyes--the cabinthe beachthe little
brookthe dense junglethe blackimpenetrable forest.
The myriad birds in their brilliant plumage--the gorgeous
tropical blooms upon the festooned creepers falling in great
loops from the giant trees.

Tarzan of the Apes had come into his own againand that
all the world might know it he threw back his young head
and gave voice to the fiercewild challenge of his tribe.
For a moment silence reigned upon the jungleand then
low and weirdcame an answering challenge--it was the
deep roar of Numathe lion; and from a great distance
faintlythe fearsome answering bellow of a bull ape.

Tarzan went to the brook firstand slaked his thirst.
Then he approached his cabin. The door was still closed
and latched as he and D'Arnot had left it. He raised the
latch and entered. Nothing had been disturbed; there were
the tablethe bedand the little crib built by his
father--the shelves and cupboards just as they had stood
for ever twenty-three years--just as he had left them
nearly two years before.

His eyes satisfiedTarzan's stomach began to call aloud for
attention--the pangs of hunger suggested a search for food.
There was nothing in the cabinnor had he any weapons;
but upon a wall hung one of his old grass ropes. It had
been many times broken and splicedso that he had discarded
it for a better one long before. Tarzan wished that he had a knife.
Wellunless he was mistaken he should have that and a spear and
bows and arrows before another sun had set--the rope would take
care of thatand in the meantime it must be made to procure
food for him. He coiled it carefullyandthrowing it about
his shoulderwent outclosing the door behind him.

Close to the cabin the jungle commencedand into it
Tarzan of the Apes plungedwary and noiseless--once more
a savage beast hunting its food. For a time he kept to the
groundbut finallydiscovering no spoor indicative of
nearby meathe took to the trees. With the first dizzy swing

from tree to tree all the old joy of living swept over him.
Vain regrets and dull heartache were forgotten. Now was he living.
Nowindeedwas the true happiness of perfect freedom his.
Who would go back to the stiflingwicked cities of civilized
man when the mighty reaches of the great jungle offered peace
and liberty? Not he.

While it was yet light Tarzan came to a drinking place by
the side of a jungle river. There was a ford thereand for
countless ages the beasts of the forest had come down to
drink at this spot. Here of a night might always be found
either Sabor or Numa crouching in the dense foliage of the
surrounding jungle awaiting an antelope or a water buck for
their meal. Here came Hortathe boarto waterand here
came Tarzan of the Apes to make a killfor he was very empty.

On a low branch he squatted above the trail. For an hour
he waited. It was growing dark. A little to one side of the
ford in the densest thicket he heard the faint sound of padded
feetand the brushing of a huge body against tall grasses
and tangled creepers. None other than Tarzan might have
heard itbut the ape-man heard and translated--it was Numa
the lionon the same errand as himself. Tarzan smiled.

Presently he heard an animal approaching warily along
the trail toward the drinking place. A moment more and it
came in view--it was Hortathe boar. Here was delicious
meat--and Tarzan's mouth watered. The grasses where Numa
lay were very still now--ominously still. Horta passed
beneath Tarzan--a few more steps and he would be within the
radius of Numa's spring. Tarzan could imagine how old
Numa's eyes were shining--how he was already sucking
in his breath for the awful roar which would freeze his prey
for the brief instant between the moment of the spring and
the sinking of terrible fangs into splintering bones.

But as Numa gathered himselfa slender rope flew through
the air from the low branches of a near-by tree. A noose
settled about Horta's neck. There was a frightened grunt
a squealand then Numa saw his quarry dragged backward
up the trailandas he sprangHortathe boarsoared
upward beyond his clutches into the tree aboveand a mocking
face looked down and laughed into his own.

Then indeed did Numa roar. Angrythreateninghungry
he paced back and forth beneath the taunting ape-man.
Now he stoppedandrising on his hind legs against the stem
of the tree that held his enemysharpened his huge claws upon
the barktearing out great pieces that laid bare the white
wood beneath.

And in the meantime Tarzan had dragged the struggling
Horta to the limb beside him. Sinewy fingers completed the
work the choking noose had commenced. The ape-man had
no knifebut nature had equipped him with the means of
tearing his food from the quivering flank of his preyand
gleaming teeth sank into the succulent flesh while the raging
lion looked on from below as another enjoyed the dinner
that he had thought already his.

It was quite dark by the time Tarzan had gorged himself.
Ahbut it had been delicious! Never had he quite accustomed
himself to the ruined flesh that civilized men had served
himand in the bottom of his savage heart there had

constantly been the craving for the warm meat of the
fresh killand the richred blood.

He wiped his bloody hands upon a bunch of leaves
slung the remains of his kill across his shoulderand swung
off through the middle terrace of the forest toward his cabin
and at the same instant Jane Porter and William Cecil
Clayton arose from a sumptuous dinner upon the LADY
ALICEthousands of miles to the eastin the Indian Ocean.

Beneath Tarzan walked Numathe lionand when the ape-man
deigned to glance downward he caught occasional glimpses
of the baleful green eyes following through the darkness.
Numa did not roar now--insteadhe moved stealthily
like the shadow of a great cat; but yet he took no step
that did not reach the sensitive ears of the ape-man.

Tarzan wondered if he would stalk him to his cabin door.
He hoped notfor that would mean a night's sleep curled in
the crotch of a treeand he much preferred the bed of
grasses within his own abode. But he knew just the tree
and the most comfortable crotchif necessity demanded that
he sleep out. A hundred times in the past some great jungle
cat had followed him homeand compelled him to seek shelter
in this same treeuntil another mood or the rising sun had
sent his enemy away.

But presently Numa gave up the chase andwith a series
of blood-curdling moans and roarsturned angrily back in
search of another and an easier dinner. So Tarzan came to his
cabin unattendedand a few moments later was curled up in
the mildewed remnants of what had once been a bed of grasses.
Thus easily did Monsieur Jean C. Tarzan slough the thin skin
of his artificial civilizationand sink happy and contented
into the deep sleep of the wild beast that has fed to repletion.
Yet a woman's "yes" would have bound him to that other life
foreverand made the thought of this savage existence repulsive.

Tarzan slept late into the following forenoonfor he had
been very tired from the labors and exertion of the long
night and day upon the oceanand the jungle jaunt that had
brought into play muscles that he had scarce used for nearly
two years. When he awoke he ran to the brook first to drink.
Then he took a plunge into the seaswimming about for
a quarter of an hour. Afterward he returned to his cabin
and breakfasted off the flesh of Horta. This donehe buried
the balance of the carcass in the soft earth outside the cabin
for his evening meal.

Once more he took his rope and vanished into the jungle.
This time he hunted nobler quarry--man; although had you
asked him his own opinion he could have named a dozen
other denizens of the jungle which he considered far the
superiors in nobility of the men he hunted. Today Tarzan
was in quest of weapons. He wondered if the women and
children had remained in Mbonga's village after the punitive
expedition from the French cruiser had massacred all the
warriors in revenge for D'Arnot's supposed death. He hoped
that he should find warriors therefor he knew not how
long a quest he should have to make were the village deserted.

The ape-man traveled swiftly through the forestand about
noon came to the site of the villagebut to his disappointment
found that the jungle had overgrown the plantain fields

and that the thatched huts had fallen in decay. There was no
sign of man. He clambered about among the ruins for half
an hourhoping that he might discover some forgotten
weaponbut his search was without fruitand so he took up
his quest once morefollowing up the streamwhich flowed
from a southeasterly direction. He knew that near fresh
water he would be most likely to find another settlement.

As he traveled he hunted as he had hunted with his ape
people in the pastas Kala had taught him to huntturning
over rotted logs to find some toothsome verminrunning high
into the trees to rob a bird's nestor pouncing upon a tiny
rodent with the quickness of a cat. There were other things
that he atetoobut the less detailed the account of an ape's
dietthe better--and Tarzan was again an apethe same fierce
brutal anthropoid that Kala had taught him to beand that
he had been for the first twenty years of his life.

Occasionally he smiled as he recalled some friend who
might even at the moment be sitting placid and immaculate
within the precincts of his select Parisian club--just as Tarzan
had sat but a few months before; and then he would stop
as though turned suddenly to stone as the gentle breeze
carried to his trained nostrils the scent of some new prey or
a formidable enemy.

That night he slept far inland from his cabinsecurely
wedged into the crotch of a giant treeswaying a hundred
feet above the ground. He had eaten heartily again--this
time from the flesh of Barathe deerwho had fallen prey to
his quick noose.

Early the next morning he resumed his journeyalways
following the course of the stream. For three days he
continued his questuntil he had come to a part of the
jungle in which he never before had been. Occasionally upon
the higher ground the forest was much thinnerand in the far
distance through the trees he could see ranges of mighty
mountainswith wide plains in the foreground. Herein the
open spaceswere new game--countless antelope and vast
herds of zebra. Tarzan was entranced--he would make a long
visit to this new world.

On the morning of the fourth day his nostrils were suddenly
surprised by a faint new scent. It was the scent of man
but yet a long way off. The ape-man thrilled with pleasure.
Every sense was on the alert as with crafty stealth he
moved quickly through the treesup-windin the direction
of his prey. Presently he came upon it--a lone warrior
treading softly through the jungle.

Tarzan followed close above his quarrywaiting for a
clearer space in which to hurl his rope. As he stalked
the unconscious mannew thoughts presented themselves to
the ape-man--thoughts born of the refining influences of
civilizationand of its cruelties. It came to him that
seldom if ever did civilized man kill a fellow being without
some pretexthowever slight. It was true that Tarzan wished
this man's weapons and ornamentsbut was it necessary to take
his life to obtain them?

The longer he thought about itthe more repugnant became
the thought of taking human life needlessly; and thus
it happened that while he was trying to decide just what

to dothey had come to a little clearingat the far side of
which lay a palisaded village of beehive huts.

As the warrior emerged from the forestTarzan caught a
fleeting glimpse of a tawny hide worming its way through the
matted jungle grasses in his wake--it was Numathe lion.
Hetoowas stalking the black man. With the instant that
Tarzan realized the native's danger his attitude toward his
erstwhile prey altered completely--now he was a fellow man
threatened by a common enemy.

Numa was about to charge--there was little time in which
to compare various methods or weigh the probable results
of any. And then a number of things happenedalmost
simultaneously--the lion sprang from his ambush toward the
retreating black--Tarzan cried out in warning--and the black
turned just in time to see Numa halted in mid-flight by a
slender strand of grass ropethe noosed end of which
had fallen cleanly about his neck.

The ape-man had acted so quickly that he had been
unable to prepare himself to withstand the strain and shock
of Numa's great weight upon the ropeand so it was that
though the rope stopped the beast before his mighty talons
could fasten themselves in the flesh of the blackthe strain
overbalanced Tarzanwho came tumbling to the ground not
six paces from the infuriated animal. Like lightning Numa
turned upon this new enemyanddefenseless as he was
Tarzan of the Apes was nearer to death that instant than he
ever before had been. It was the black who saved him.
The warrior realized in an instant that he owed his life
to this strange white manand he also saw that only a miracle
could save his preserver from those fierce yellow fangs that
had been so near to his own flesh.

With the quickness of thought his spear arm flew back
and then shot forward with all the force of the sinewy
muscles that rolled beneath the shimmering ebon hide.
True to its mark the iron-shod weapon flewtransfixing
Numa's sleek carcass from the right groin to beneath the
left shoulder. With a hideous scream of rage and pain the
brute turned again upon the black. A dozen paces he had
gone when Tarzan's rope brought him to a stand once more-then
he wheeled again upon the ape-manonly to feel the
painful prick of a barbed arrow as it sank half its length
in his quivering flesh. Again he stoppedand by this time
Tarzan had run twice around the stem of a great tree with
his ropeand made the end fast.

The black saw the trickand grinnedbut Tarzan knew
that Numa must be quickly finished before those mighty
teeth had found and parted the slender cord that held him.
It was a matter of but an instant to reach the black's side
and drag his long knife from its scabbard. Then he signed
the warrior to continue to shoot arrows into the great beast
while he attempted to close in upon him with the knife; so
as one tantalized upon one sidethe other sneaked cautiously
in upon the other. Numa was furious. He raised his voice
in a perfect frenzy of shrieksgrowlsand hideous moans
the while he reared upon his hind legs in futile attempt
to reach first one and then the other of his tormentors.

But at length the agile ape-man saw his chanceand rushed
in upon the beast's left side behind the mighty shoulder.

A giant arm encircled the tawny throatand a long blade sank
oncetrue as a dieinto the fierce heart. Then Tarzan arose
and the black man and the white looked into each other's eyes
across the body of their kill--and the black made the sign of
peace and friendshipand Tarzan of the Apes answered in kind.

Chapter 15

From Ape to Savage

The noise of their battle with Numa had drawn an excited
horde of savages from the nearby villageand a moment
after the lion's death the two men were surrounded by
litheebon warriorsgesticulating and jabbering--a
thousand questions that drowned each ventured reply.

And then the women cameand the children--eagercurious
andat sight of Tarzanmore questioning than ever.
The ape-man's new friend finally succeeded in making
himself heardand when he had done talking the men and
women of the village vied with one another in doing honor
to the strange creature who had saved their fellow and
battled single-handed with fierce Numa.

At last they led him back to their villagewhere they
brought him gifts of fowland goatsand cooked food.
When he pointed to their weapons the warriors hastened
to fetch spearshieldarrowsand a bow. His friend of the
encounter presented him with the knife with which he had
killed Numa. There was nothing in all the village he could
not have had for the asking.

How much easier this wasthought Tarzanthan murder
and robbery to supply his wants. How close he had been to
killing this man whom he never had seen beforeand who
now was manifesting by every primitive means at his
command friendship and affection for his would-be slayer.
Tarzan of the Apes was ashamed. Hereafter he would at least wait
until he knew men deserved it before he thought of killing them.

The idea recalled Rokoff to his mind. He wished that he
might have the Russian to himself in the dark jungle for a
few minutes. There was a man who deserved killing if ever
any one did. And if he could have seen Rokoff at that moment
as he assiduously bent every endeavor to the pleasant task
of ingratiating himself into the affections of the beautiful
Miss Stronghe would have longed more than ever to mete
out to the man the fate he deserved.

Tarzan's first night with the savages was devoted to a wild
orgy in his honor. There was feastingfor the hunters had
brought in an antelope and a zebra as trophies of their skill
and gallons of the weak native beer were consumed. As the
warriors danced in the firelightTarzan was again impressed
by the symmetry of their figures and the regularity of their
features--the flat noses and thick lips of the typical West
Coast savage were entirely missing. In repose the faces of the
men were intelligent and dignifiedthose of the women
ofttimes prepossessing.

It was during this dance that the ape-man first noticed
that some of the men and many of the women wore ornaments
of gold--principally anklets and armlets of great weight
apparently beaten out of the solid metal. When he
expressed a wish to examine one of thesethe owner removed
it from her person and insistedthrough the medium of signs
that Tarzan accept it as a gift. A close scrutiny of the
bauble convinced the ape-man that the article was of
virgin goldand he was surprisedfor it was the first time
that he had ever seen golden ornaments among the savages
of Africaother than the trifling baubles those near the
coast had purchased or stolen from Europeans. He tried
to ask them from whence the metal camebut he could not
make them understand.

When the dance was done Tarzan signified his intention
to leave thembut they almost implored him to accept the
hospitality of a great hut which the chief set apart for his
sole use. He tried to explain that he would return in the
morningbut they could not understand. When he finally
walked away from them toward the side of the village opposite
the gatethey were still further mystified as to his intentions.

Tarzanhoweverknew just what he was about. In the
past he had had experience with the rodents and vermin
that infest every native villageandwhile he was not
overscrupulous about such mattershe much preferred the
fresh air of the swaying trees to the fetid atmosphere of a hut.

The natives followed him to where a great tree overhung
the palisadeand as Tarzan leaped for a lower branch
and disappeared into the foliage aboveprecisely after the
manner of Manuthe monkeythere were loud exclamations
of surprise and astonishment. For half an hour they called
to him to returnbut as he did not answer them they at
last desistedand sought the sleeping-mats within their huts.

Tarzan went back into the forest a short distance until
he had found a tree suited to his primitive requirements
and thencurling himself in a great crotchhe fell
immediately into a deep sleep.

The following morning he dropped into the village street
as suddenly as he had disappeared the preceding night.
For a moment the natives were startled and afraidbut when
they recognized their guest of the night before they
welcomed him with shouts and laughter. That day he
accompanied a party of warriors to the nearby plains on a
great huntand so dexterous did they find this white man
with their own crude weapons that another bond of respect
and admiration was thereby wrought.

For weeks Tarzan lived with his savage friendshunting
buffaloantelopeand zebra for meatand elephant for ivory.
Quickly he learned their simple speechtheir native customs
and the ethics of their wildprimitive tribal life.
He found that they were not cannibals--that they looked
with loathing and contempt upon men who ate men.

Busulithe warrior whom he had stalked to the village
told him many of the tribal legends--howmany years
beforehis people had come many long marches from the
north; how once they had been a great and powerful tribe;
and how the slave raiders had wrought such havoc among

them with their death-dealing guns that they had been
reduced to a mere remnant of their former numbers and power.

They hunted us down as one hunts a fierce beast,said Busuli.
There was no mercy in them. When it was not slaves they
sought it was ivory, but usually it was both. Our men were
killed and our women driven away like sheep. We fought
against them for many years, but our arrows and spears
could not prevail against the sticks which spit fire
and lead and death to many times the distance that our
mightiest warrior could place an arrow. At last, when my
father was a young man, the Arabs came again, but our
warriors saw them a long way off, and Chowambi, who was
chief then, told his people to gather up their belongings
and come away with him--that he would lead them far to
the south until they found a spot to which the Arab raiders
did not come.

And they did as he bidcarrying all their belongings
including many tusks of ivory. For months they wandered
suffering untold hardships and privationsfor much of the
way was through dense jungleand across mighty mountains
but finally they came to this spotand although they sent
parties farther on to search for an even better location
none has ever been found."

And the raiders have never found you here?asked Tarzan.

About a year ago a small party of Arabs and Manyuema
stumbled upon us, but we drove them off, killing many.
For days we followed them, stalking them for the wild beasts
they are, picking them off one by one, until but a handful
remained, but these escaped us.

As Busuli talked he fingered a heavy gold armlet that
encircled the glossy hide of his left arm. Tarzan's eyes
had been upon the ornamentbut his thoughts were elsewhere.
Presently he recalled the question he had tried to ask when
he first came to the tribe--the question he could not at that
time make them understand. For weeks he had forgotten so trivial
a thing as goldfor he had been for the time a truly
primeval man with no thought beyond today. But of a sudden
the sight of gold awakened the sleeping civilization that was
in himand with it came the lust for wealth. That lesson
Tarzan had learned well in his brief experience of the ways
of civilized man. He knew that gold meant power and pleasure.
He pointed to the bauble.

From whence came the yellow metal, Busuli?he asked.

The black pointed toward the southeast.

A moon's march away--maybe more,he replied.

Have you been there?asked Tarzan.

No, but some of our people were there years ago, when
my father was yet a young man. One of the parties that
searched farther for a location for the tribe when first they
settled here came upon a strange people who wore many
ornaments of yellow metal. Their spears were tipped with it,
as were their arrows, and they cooked in vessels made all
of solid metal like my armlet.

They lived in a great village in huts that were built of
stone and surrounded by a great wall. They were very fierce
rushing out and falling upon our warriors before ever they
learned that their errand was a peaceful one. Our men were
few in numberbut they held their own at the top of a little
rocky hilluntil the fierce people went back at sunset into their
wicked city. Then our warriors came down from their hill
andafter taking many ornaments of yellow metal from the
bodies of those they had slainthey marched back out of
the valleynor have any of us ever returned.

They are wicked people--neither white like you nor black
like me, but covered with hair as is Bolgani, the gorilla.
Yes, they are very bad people indeed, and Chowambi was
glad to get out of their country.

And are none of those alive who were with Chowambi, and saw
these strange people and their wonderful city?asked Tarzan.

Waziri, our chief, was there,replied Busuli. "He was
a very young man thenbut he accompanied Chowambi
who was his father."

So that night Tarzan asked Waziri about itand Waziriwho
was now an old mansaid that it was a long marchbut that
the way was not difficult to follow. He remembered it well.

For ten days we followed this river which runs beside
our village. Up toward its source we traveled until on the
tenth day we came to a little spring far up upon the side of a
lofty mountain range. In this little spring our river is born.
The next day we crossed over the top of the mountain, and
upon the other side we came to a tiny rivulet which we
followed down into a great forest. For many days we
traveled along the winding banks of the rivulet that had now
become a river, until we came to a greater river, into which
it emptied, and which ran down the center of a mighty valley.

Then we followed this large river toward its sourcehoping
to come to more open land. After twenty days of marching
from the time we had crossed the mountains and passed out of
our own country we came again to another range of mountains.
Up their side we followed the great riverthat had now
dwindled to a tiny rivuletuntil we came to a little cave
near the mountain-top. In this cave was the mother of the river.

I remember that we camped there that night, and that it
was very cold, for the mountains were high. The next day
we decided to ascend to the top of the mountains, and see
what the country upon the other side looked like, and if
it seemed no better than that which we had so far traversed
we would return to our village and tell them that they had
already found the best place in all the world to live.

And so we clambered up the face of the rocky cliffs
until we reached the summitand there from a flat
mountain-top we sawnot far beneath usa shallow valley
very narrow; and upon the far side of it was a great village
of stonemuch of which had fallen and crumbled into decay."

The balance of Waziri's story was practically the same as
that which Busuli had told.

I should like to go there and see this strange city,said

Tarzanand get some of their yellow metal from its fierce

It is a long march,replied Waziriand I am an old
man, but if you will wait until the rainy season is over and
the rivers have gone down I will take some of my warriors
and go with you.

And Tarzan had to be contented with that arrangement
though he would have liked it well enough to have set off the
next morning--he was as impatient as a child. Really Tarzan
of the Apes was but a childor a primeval manwhich is
the same thing in a way.

The next day but one a small party of hunters returned to
the village from the south to report a large herd of elephant
some miles away. By climbing trees they had had a fairly
good view of the herdwhich they described as numbering
several large tuskersa great many cows and calves
and full-grown bulls whose ivory would be worth having.

The balance of the day and evening was filled with preparation
for a great hunt--spears were overhauledquivers were
replenishedbows were restrung; and all the while the
village witch doctor passed through the busy throngs disposing
of various charms and amulets designed to protect the possessor
from hurtor bring him good fortune in the morrow's hunt.

At dawn the hunters were off. There were fifty sleekblack
warriorsand in their midstlithe and active as a young
forest godstrode Tarzan of the Apeshis brown skin
contrasting oddly with the ebony of his companions. Except for
color he was one of them. His ornaments and weapons were
the same as theirs--he spoke their language--he laughed
and joked with themand leaped and shouted in the brief
wild dance that preceded their departure from the villageto
all intent and purpose a savage among savages. Norhad he
questioned himselfis it to be doubted that he would have
admitted that he was far more closely allied to these people
and their life than to the Parisian friends whose ways
apelikehe had successfully mimicked for a few short months.

But he did think of D'Arnotand a grin of amusement
showed his strong white teeth as he pictured the immaculate
Frenchman's expression could he by some means see Tarzan
as he was that minute. Poor Paulwho had prided himself on
having eradicated from his friend the last traces of wild savagery.
How quickly have I fallen!thought Tarzan; but in his heart
he did not consider it a fall--ratherhe pitied the poor
creatures of Parispenned up like prisoners in their silly
clothesand watched by policemen all their poor lives
that they might do nothing that was not entirely artificial
and tiresome.

A two hours' march brought them close to the vicinity in
which the elephants had been seen the previous day.
From there on they moved very quietly indeed searching for
the spoor of the great beasts. At length they found the
well-marked trail along which the herd had passed not many
hours before. In single file they followed it for about half
an hour. It was Tarzan who first raised his hand in signal
that the quarry was at hand--his sensitive nose had warned
him that the elephants were not far ahead of them.

The blacks were skeptical when he told them how he knew.

Come with me,said Tarzanand we shall see.

With the agility of a squirrel he sprang into a tree and ran
nimbly to the top. One of the blacks followed more slowly
and carefully. When he had reached a lofty limb beside the
ape-man the latter pointed to the southand theresome few
hundred yards awaythe black saw a number of huge black
backs swaying back and forth above the top of the lofty
jungle grasses. He pointed the direction to the watchers below
indicating with his fingers the number of beasts he could count.

Immediately the hunters started toward the elephants.
The black in the tree hastened downbut Tarzan stalkedafter
his own fashionalong the leafy way of the middle terrace.

It is no child's play to hunt wild elephants with the crude
weapons of primitive man. Tarzan knew that few native
tribes ever attempted itand the fact that his tribe did so
gave him no little pride--already he was commencing to
think of himself as a member of the little community.
As Tarzan moved silently through the trees he saw the
warriors below creeping in a half circle upon the still
unsuspecting elephants. Finally they were within sight of the
great beasts. Now they singled out two large tuskersand at
a signal the fifty men rose from the ground where they had
lain concealedand hurled their heavy war spears at the two
marked beasts. There was not a single miss; twenty-five
spears were embedded in the sides of each of the giant animals.
One never moved from the spot where it stood when the
avalanche of spears struck itfor twoperfectly aimed
had penetrated its heartand it lunged forward upon
its kneesrolling to the ground without a struggle.

The otherstanding nearly head-on toward the hunters
had not proved so good a markand though every spear
struck not one entered the great heart. For a moment the
huge bull stood trumpeting in rage and paincasting about
with its little eyes for the author of its hurt. The blacks
had faded into the jungle before the weak eyes of the monster
had fallen upon any of thembut now he caught the sound of
their retreatandamid a terrific crashing of underbrush
and brancheshe charged in the direction of the noise.

It so happened that chance sent him in the direction of
Busuliwhom he was overtaking so rapidly that it was as
though the black were standing still instead of racing at full
speed to escape the certain death which pursued him.
Tarzan had witnessed the entire performance from the branches
of a nearby treeand now that he saw his friend's peril he
raced toward the infuriated beast with loud crieshoping to
distract him.

But it had been as well had he saved his breathfor the
brute was deaf and blind to all else save the particular
object of his rage that raced futilely before him.
And now Tarzan saw that only a miracle could save Busuli
and with the same unconcern with which he had once hunted
this very man he hurled himself into the path of the elephant
to save the black warrior's life.

He still grasped his spearand while Tantor was yet six
or eight paces behind his preya sinewy white warrior

dropped as from the heavensalmost directly in his path.
With a vicious lunge the elephant swerved to the right to
dispose of this temerarious foeman who dared intervene
between himself and his intended victim; but he had not
reckoned on the lightning quickness that could galvanize
those steel muscles into action so marvelously swift as to
baffle even a keener eyesight than Tantor's.

And so it happened that before the elephant realized that
his new enemy had leaped from his path Tarzan had driven
his iron-shod spear from behind the massive shoulder straight
into the fierce heartand the colossal pachyderm had toppled
to his death at the feet of the ape-man.

Busuli had not beheld the manner of his deliverancebut
Wazirithe old chiefhad seenand several of the other
warriorsand they hailed Tarzan with delight as they swarmed
about him and his great kill. When he leaped upon the mighty
carcassand gave voice to the weird challenge with which he
announced a great victorythe blacks shrank back in fear
for to them it marked the brutal Bolganiwhom they feared
fully as much as they feared Numathe lion; but with a fear
with which was mixed a certain uncanny awe of the manlike
thing to which they attributed supernatural powers.

But when Tarzan lowered his raised head and smiled upon
them they were reassuredthough they did not understand.
Nor did they ever fully understand this strange creature
who ran through the trees as quickly as Manuyet was even
more at home upon the ground than themselves; who was
except as to color like unto themselvesyet as powerful
as ten of themand singlehanded a match for the fiercest
denizens of the fierce jungle.

When the remainder of the warriors had gatheredthe
hunt was again taken up and the stalking of the retreating
herd once more begun; but they had covered a bare hundred
yards when from behind themat a great distance
sounded faintly a strange popping.

For an instant they stood like a group of statuary
intently listening. Then Tarzan spoke.

Guns!he said. "The village is being attacked."

Come!cried Waziri. "The Arab raiders have returned
with their cannibal slaves for our ivory and our women!"

Chapter 16

The Ivory Raiders

Waziri's warriors marched at a rapid trot through the
jungle in the direction of the village. For a few minutes
the sharp cracking of guns ahead warned them to haste
but finally the reports dwindled to an occasional shot
presently ceasing altogether. Nor was this less ominous
than the rattle of musketryfor it suggested but a single
solution to the little band of rescuers--that the illy
garrisoned village had already succumbed to the onslaught

of a superior force.

The returning hunters had covered a little more than
three miles of the five that had separated them from the
village when they met the first of the fugitives who had
escaped the bullets and clutches of the foe. There were a
dozen womenyouthsand girls in the partyand so excited
were they that they could scarce make themselves understood
as they tried to relate to Waziri the calamity that had
befallen his people.

They are as many as the leaves of the forest,cried one
of the womenin attempting to explain the enemy's force.
There are many Arabs and countless Manyuema, and they
all have guns. They crept close to the village before we
knew that they were about, and then, with many shouts,
they rushed in upon us, shooting down men, and women,
and children. Those of us who could fled in all directions
into the jungle, but more were killed. I do not know whether
they took any prisoners or not--they seemed only bent
upon killing us all. The Manyuema called us many names,
saying that they would eat us all before they left our
country--that this was our punishment for killing their
friends last year. I did not hear much, for I ran away quickly.

The march toward the village was now resumedmore
slowly and with greater stealthfor Waziri knew that it was
too late to rescue--their only mission could be one of revenge.
Inside the next mile a hundred more fugitives were met.
There were many men among theseand so the fighting
strength of the party was augmented.

Now a dozen warriors were sent creeping ahead to reconnoiter.
Waziri remained with the main bodywhich advanced in a thin
line that spread in a great crescent through the forest.
By the chief's side walked Tarzan.

Presently one of the scouts returned. He had come within
sight of the village.

They are all within the palisade,he whispered.

Good!said Waziri. "We shall rush in upon them and
slay them all and he made ready to send word along the
line that they were to halt at the edge of the clearing until
they saw him rush toward the village--then all were to follow.

Wait!" cautioned Tarzan. "If there are even fifty guns
within the palisade we shall be repulsed and slaughtered.
Let me go alone through the treesso that I may look down
upon them from aboveand see just how many there beand
what chance we might have were we to charge. It were foolish
to lose a single man needlessly if there be no hope of success.
I have an idea that we can accomplish more by cunning than
by force. Will you waitWaziri?"

Yes,said the old chief. "Go!"

So Tarzan sprang into the trees and disappeared in the
direction of the village. He moved more cautiously than was
his wontfor he knew that men with guns could reach him
quite as easily in the treetops as on the ground. And when
Tarzan of the Apes elected to adopt stealthno creature in
all the jungle could move so silently or so completely efface

himself from the sight of an enemy.

In five minutes he had wormed his way to the great tree
that overhung the palisade at one end of the villageand
from his point of vantage looked down upon the savage
horde beneath. He counted fifty Arabs and estimated that
there were five times as many Manyuema. The latter were
gorging themselves upon food andunder the very noses of
their white masterspreparing the gruesome feast which is the
PIECE DE RESISTANCE that follows a victory in which the
bodies of their slain enemies fall into their horrid hands.

The ape-man saw that to charge that wild hordearmed
as they were with gunsand barricaded behind the locked
gates of the villagewould be a futile taskand so he
returned to Waziri and advised him to wait; that heTarzan
had a better plan.

But a moment before one of the fugitives had related to
Waziri the story of the atrocious murder of the old chief's
wifeand so crazed with rage was the old man that he cast
discretion to the winds. Calling his warriors about himhe
commanded them to chargeandwith brandishing spears
and savage yellsthe little force of scarcely more than a
hundred dashed madly toward the village gates. Before the
clearing had been half crossed the Arabs opened up a
withering fire from behind the palisade.

With the first volley Waziri fell. The speed of the
chargers slackened. Another volley brought down a half
dozen more. A few reached the barred gatesonly to be shot
in their trackswithout the ghost of a chance to gain the
inside of the palisadeand then the whole attack crumpled
and the remaining warriors scampered back into the forest.
As they ran the raiders opened the gatesrushing after them
to complete the day's work with the utter extermination of
the tribe. Tarzan had been among the last to turn back toward
the forestand nowas he ran slowlyhe turned from time to
time to speed a well-aimed arrow into the body of a pursuer.

Once within the junglehe found a little knot of determined
blacks waiting to give battle to the oncoming horde
but Tarzan cried to them to scatterkeeping out of
harm's way until they could gather in force after dark.

Do as I tell you,he urgedand I will lead you to
victory over these enemies of yours. Scatter through the
forest, picking up as many stragglers as you can find, and at
night, if you think that you have been followed, come by
roundabout ways to the spot where we killed the elephants today.
Then I will explain my plan, and you will find that it is good.
You cannot hope to pit your puny strength and simple weapons
against the numbers and the guns of the Arabs and the Manyuema.

They finally assented. "When you scatter explained Tarzan,
in conclusion, your foes will have to scatter to follow you
and so it may happen that if you are watchful you can drop
many a Manyuema with your arrows from behind some great trees."

They had barely time to hasten away farther into the forest
before the first of the raiders had crossed the clearing and
entered it in pursuit of them.

Tarzan ran a short distance along the ground before he

took to the trees. Then he raced quickly to the upper terrace
there doubling on his tracks and making his way rapidly
back toward the village. Here he found that every Arab and
Manyuema had joined in the pursuitleaving the village
deserted except for the chained prisoners and a single guard.

The sentry stood at the open gatelooking in the direction
of the forestso that he did not see the agile giant that
dropped to the ground at the far end of the village street.
With drawn bow the ape-man crept stealthily toward his
unsuspecting victim. The prisoners had already discovered
himand with wide eyes filled with wonder and with hope
they watched their would-be rescuer. Now he halted not ten
paces from the unconscious Manyuema. The shaft was
drawn back its full length at the height of the keen gray
eye that sighted along its polished surface. There was a
sudden twang as the brown fingers released their holdand
without a sound the raider sank forward upon his facea
wooden shaft transfixing his heart and protruding a foot
from his black chest.

Then Tarzan turned his attention to the fifty women and
youths chained neck to neck on the long slave chain.
There was no releasing of the ancient padlocks in the time that
was left himso the ape-man called to them to follow him as
they wereandsnatching the gun and cartridge belt from the
dead sentryhe led the now happy band out through the village
gate and into the forest upon the far side of the clearing.

It was a slow and arduous marchfor the slave chain was new
to these peopleand there were many delays as one of their
number would stumble and falldragging others down with her.
ThentooTarzan had been forced to make a wide detour to
avoid any possibility of meeting with returning raiders.
He was partially guided by occasional shots which
indicated that the Arab horde was still in touch with the
villagers; but he knew that if they would but follow his
advice there would be but few casualties other than on the
side of the marauders.

Toward dusk the firing ceased entirelyand Tarzan knew
that the Arabs had all returned to the village. He could
scarce repress a smile of triumph as he thought of their rage
on discovering that their guard had been killed and their
prisoners taken away. Tarzan had wished that he might have
taken some of the great store of ivory the village contained
solely for the purpose of still further augmenting the wrath
of his enemies; but he knew that that was not necessary for
its salvationsince he already had a plan mapped out which
would effectually prevent the Arabs leaving the country with
a single tusk. And it would have been cruel to have needlessly
burdened these pooroverwrought women with the extra
weight of the heavy ivory.

It was after midnight when Tarzanwith his slow-moving
caravanapproached the spot where the elephants lay.
Long before they reached it they had been guided by the
huge fire the natives had built in the center of a hastily
improvised BOMApartially for warmth and partially to
keep off chance lions.

When they had come close to the encampment Tarzan
called aloud to let them know that friends were coming.
It was a joyous reception the little party received when the

blacks within the BOMA saw the long file of fettered friends
and relatives enter the firelight. These had all been given up
as lost foreveras had Tarzan as wellso that the happy blacks
would have remained awake all night to feast on elephant
meat and celebrate the return of their fellowshad not
Tarzan insisted that they take what sleep they couldagainst
the work of the coming day.

At thatsleep was no easy matterfor the women who
had lost their men or their children in the day's massacre
and battle made night hideous with their continued wailing
and howling. FinallyhoweverTarzan succeeded in silencing
themon the plea that their noise would attract the Arabs to
their hiding-placewhen all would be slaughtered.

When dawn came Tarzan explained his plan of battle to
the warriorsand without demur one and all agreed that it
was the safest and surest way in which to rid themselves of
their unwelcome visitors and be revenged for the murder of
their fellows.

First the women and childrenwith a guard of some
twenty old warriors and youthswere started southwardto
be entirely out of the zone of danger. They had instructions
to erect temporary shelter and construct a protecting BOMA
of thorn bush; for the plan of campaign which Tarzan had
chosen was one which might stretch out over many days
or even weeksduring which time the warriors would not
return to the new camp.

Two hours after daylight a thin circle of black warriors
surrounded the village. At intervals one was perched high
in the branches of a tree which could overlook the palisade.
Presently a Manyuema within the village fellpierced by a
single arrow. There had been no sound of attack--none of
the hideous war-cries or vainglorious waving of menacing
spears that ordinarily marks the attack of savages--just a
silent messenger of death from out of the silent forest.

The Arabs and their followers were thrown into a fine
rage at this unprecedented occurrence. They ran for the
gatesto wreak dire vengeance upon the foolhardy perpetrator
of the outrage; but they suddenly realized that they did
not know which way to turn to find the foe. As they stood
debating with many angry shouts and much gesticulating
one of the Arabs sank silently to the ground in their very
midst--a thin arrow protruding from his heart.

Tarzan had placed the finest marksmen of the tribe in the
surrounding treeswith directions never to reveal themselves
while the enemy was faced in their direction. As a black
released his messenger of death he would slink behind
the sheltering stem of the tree he had selectednor would
he again aim until a watchful eye told him that none was
looking toward his tree.

Three times the Arabs started across the clearing in the
direction from which they thought the arrows camebut
each time another arrow would come from behind to take
its toll from among their number. Then they would turn and
charge in a new direction. Finally they set out upon a
determined search of the forestbut the blacks melted
before themso that they saw no sign of an enemy.

But above them lurked a grim figure in the dense foliage
of the mighty trees--it was Tarzan of the Apeshovering over
them as if he had been the shadow of death. Presently a
Manyuema forged ahead of his companions; there was none
to see from what direction death cameand so it came
quicklyand a moment later those behind stumbled over
the dead body of their comrade--the inevitable arrow piercing
the still heart.

It does not take a great deal of this manner of warfare to
get upon the nerves of white menand so it is little to be
wondered at that the Manyuema were soon panic-stricken.
Did one forge ahead an arrow found his heart; did one lag
behind he never again was seen alive; did one stumble to
one sideeven for a bare moment from the sight of his fellows
he did not return--and always when they came upon
the bodies of their dead they found those terrible arrows
driven with the accuracy of superhuman power straight
through the victim's heart. But worse than all else was the
hideous fact that not once during the morning had they seen
or heard the slightest sign of an enemy other than the
pitiless arrows.

When finally they returned to the village it was no better.
Every now and thenat varying intervals that were maddening
in the terrible suspense they causeda man would plunge
forward dead. The blacks besought their masters to leave
this terrible placebut the Arabs feared to take up the march
through the grim and hostile forest beset by this new and
terrible enemy while laden with the great store of ivory they
had found within the village; butworse yetthey hated to
leave the ivory behind.

Finally the entire expedition took refuge within the thatched
huts--hereat leastthey would be free from the arrows.
Tarzanfrom the tree above the villagehad marked the hut
into which the chief Arabs had goneandbalancing himself
upon an overhanging limbhe drove his heavy spear with
all the force of his giant muscles through the thatched roof.
A howl of pain told him that it had found a mark.
With this parting salute to convince them that there was no
safety for them anywhere within the countryTarzan returned
to the forestcollected his warriorsand withdrew a mile
to the south to rest and eat. He kept sentries in several
trees that commanded a view of the trail toward the
villagebut there was no pursuit.

An inspection of his force showed not a single casualty--not
even a minor wound; while rough estimates of the enemies'
loss convinced the blacks that no fewer than twenty
had fallen before their arrows. They were wild with elation
and were for finishing the day in one glorious rush upon the
villageduring which they would slaughter the last of
their foemen. They were even picturing the various tortures
they would inflictand gloating over the suffering of the
Manyuemafor whom they entertained a peculiar hatred
when Tarzan put his foot down flatly upon the plan.

You are crazy!he cried. "I have shown you the only
way to fight these people. Already you have killed twenty
of them without the loss of a single warriorwhereas
yesterdayfollowing your own tacticswhich you would now
renewyou lost at least a dozenand killed not a single
Arab or Manyuema. You will fight just as I tell you to fight

or I shall leave you and go back to my own country."

They were frightened when he threatened thisand
promised to obey him scrupulously if he would but promise
not to desert them.

Very well,he said. "We shall return to the elephant
BOMA for the night. I have a plan to give the Arabs a little
taste of what they may expect if they remain in our country
but I shall need no help. Come! If they suffer no more for
the balance of the day they will feel reassuredand the
relapse into fear will be even more nerve-racking than as
though we continued to frighten them all afternoon."

So they marched back to their camp of the previous nightand
lighting great firesate and recounted the adventures of the
day until long after dark. Tarzan slept until midnightthen
he arose and crept into the Cimmerian blackness of the forest.
An hour later he came to the edge of the clearing before
the village. There was a camp-fire burning within the palisade.
The ape-man crept across the clearing until he stood before
the barred gates. Through the interstices he saw a lone sentry
sitting before the fire.

Quietly Tarzan went to the tree at the end of the village street.
He climbed softly to his placeand fitted an arrow to his bow.
For several minutes he tried to sight fairly upon the sentry
but the waving branches and flickering firelight convinced
him that the danger of a miss was too great--he must touch
the heart full in the center to bring the quiet and sudden
death his plan required.

He had broughtbesideshis bowarrowsand ropethe
gun he had taken the previous day from the other sentry he
had killed. Caching all these in a convenient crotch of the
treehe dropped lightly to the ground within the palisade
armed only with his long knife. The sentry's back was toward him.
Like a cat Tarzan crept upon the dozing man. He was within
two paces of him now--another instant and the knife would
slide silently into the fellow's heart.

Tarzan crouched for a springfor that is ever the quickest
and surest attack of the jungle beast--when the man
warnedby some subtle sensesprang to his feet and faced
the ape-man.

Chapter 17

The White Chief of the Waziri

When the eyes of the black Manyuema savage fell
upon the strange apparition that confronted him with
menacing knife they went wide in horror. He forgot
the gun within his hands; he even forgot to cry out--his
one thought was to escape this fearsome-looking white savage
this giant of a man upon whose massive rolling muscles and
mighty chest the flickering firelight played.

But before he could turn Tarzan was upon himand then
the sentry thought to scream for aidbut it was too late.

A great hand was upon his windpipeand he was being borne
to the earth. He battled furiously but futilely--with the
grim tenacity of a bulldog those awful fingers were clinging
to his throat. Swiftly and surely life was being choked from him.
His eyes bulgedhis tongue protrudedhis face turned
to a ghastly purplish hue--there was a convulsive tremor of
the stiffening musclesand the Manyuema sentry lay quite still.

The ape-man threw the body across one of his broad
shoulders andgathering up the fellow's guntrotted silently
up the sleeping village street toward the tree that gave him
such easy ingress to the palisaded village. He bore the dead
sentry into the midst of the leafy maze above.

First he stripped the body of cartridge belt and such
ornaments as he cravedwedging it into a convenient crotch
while his nimble fingers ran over it in search of the loot
he could not plainly see in the dark. When he had finished he
took the gun that had belonged to the manand walked
far out upon a limbfrom the end of which he could obtain
a better view of the huts. Drawing a careful bead on the
beehive structure in which he knew the chief Arabs to be
he pulled the trigger. Almost instantly there was an
answering groan. Tarzan smiled. He had made another lucky hit.

Following the shot there was a moment's silence in the
campand then Manyuema and Arab came pouring from
the huts like a swarm of angry hornets; but if the truth were
known they were even more frightened than they were angry.
The strain of the preceding day had wrought upon the
fears of both black and whiteand now this single shot in
the night conjured all manner of terrible conjectures in
their terrified minds.

When they discovered that their sentry had disappeared
their fears were in no way allayedand as though to bolster
their courage by warlike actionsthey began to fire
rapidly at the barred gates of the villagealthough no enemy
was in sight. Tarzan took advantage of the deafening roar of
this fusillade to fire into the mob beneath him.

No one heard his shot above the din of rattling musketry
in the streetbut some who were standing close saw one
of their number crumple suddenly to the earth. When they
leaned over him he was dead. They were panic-strickenand
it took all the brutal authority of the Arabs to keep the
Manyuema from rushing helter-skelter into the jungle--anywhere
to escape from this terrible village.

After a time they commenced to quiet downand as no
further mysterious deaths occurred among them they took
heart again. But it was a short-lived respitefor just as
they had concluded that they would not be disturbed again
Tarzan gave voice to a weird moanand as the raiders looked
up in the direction from which the sound seemed to come
the ape-manwho stood swinging the dead body of the sentry
gently to and frosuddenly shot the corpse far out above
their heads.

With howls of alarm the throng broke in all directions
to escape this new and terrible creature who seemed to be
springing upon them. To their fear-distorted imaginations the
body of the sentryfalling with wide-sprawled arms and
legsassumed the likeness of a great beast of prey. In their

anxiety to escapemany of the blacks scaled the palisade
while others tore down the bars from the gates and rushed
madly across the clearing toward the jungle.

For a time no one turned back toward the thing that had
frightened thembut Tarzan knew that they would in a moment
and when they discovered that it was but the dead
body of their sentrywhile they would doubtless be still
further terrifiedhe had a rather definite idea as to what
they would doand so he faded silently away toward the
southtaking the moonlit upper terrace back toward the
camp of the Waziri.

Presently one of the Arabs turned and saw that the thing
that had leaped from the tree upon them lay still and quiet
where it had fallen in the center of the village street.
Cautiously he crept back toward it until he saw that it was
but a man. A moment later he was beside the figureand in
another had recognized it as the corpse of the Manyuema
who had stood on guard at the village gate.

His companions rapidly gathered around at his calland
after a moment's excited conversation they did precisely
what Tarzan had reasoned they would. Raising their guns to
their shouldersthey poured volley after volley into the tree
from which the corpse had been thrown--had Tarzan remained
there he would have been riddled by a hundred bullets.

When the Arabs and Manyuema discovered that the only
marks of violence upon the body of their dead comrade
were giant finger prints upon his swollen throat they were
again thrown into deeper apprehension and despair.
That they were not even safe within a palisaded village
at night came as a distinct shock to them. That an enemy
could enter into the midst of their camp and kill their
sentry with bare hands seemed outside the bounds of reason
and so the superstitious Manyuema commenced to attribute
their ill luck to supernatural causes; nor were the Arabs
able to offer any better explanation.

With at least fifty of their number flying through the black
jungleand without the slightest knowledge of when their
uncanny foemen might resume the cold-blooded slaughter
they had commencedit was a desperate band of cut-throats
that waited sleeplessly for the dawn. Only on the
promise of the Arabs that they would leave the village at
daybreakand hasten onward toward their own landwould
the remaining Manyuema consent to stay at the village a
moment longer. Not even fear of their cruel masters was
sufficient to overcome this new terror.

And so it was that when Tarzan and his warriors returned
to the attack the next morning they found the raiders
prepared to march out of the village. The Manyuema were
laden with stolen ivory. As Tarzan saw it he grinnedfor he
knew that they would not carry it far. Then he saw something
which caused him anxiety--a number of the Manyuema
were lighting torches in the remnant of the camp-fire.
They were about to fire the village.

Tarzan was perched in a tall tree some hundred yards from
the palisade. Making a trumpet of his handshe called loudly
in the Arab tongue: "Do not fire the hutsor we shall kill
you all! Do not fire the hutsor we shall kill you all!"

A dozen times he repeated it. The Manyuema hesitated
then one of them flung his torch into the campfire.
The others were about to do the same when an Arab sprung
upon them with a stickbeating them toward the huts.
Tarzan could see that he was commanding them to fire the
little thatched dwellings. Then he stood erect upon the
swaying branch a hundred feet above the groundand
raising one of the Arab guns to his shouldertook careful aim
and fired. With the report the Arab who was urging on his
men to burn the village fell in his tracksand the
Manyuema threw away their torches and fled from the village.
The last Tarzan saw of them they were racing toward the jungle
while their former masters knelt upon the ground and fired at them.

But however angry the Arabs might have been at the
insubordination of their slavesthey were at least convinced
that it would be the better part of wisdom to forego the
pleasure of firing the village that had given them two such
nasty receptions. In their heartshoweverthey swore to
return again with such force as would enable them to sweep
the entire country for miles arounduntil no vestige of
human life remained.

They had looked in vain for the owner of the voice
which had frightened off the men who had been detailed
to put the torch to the hutsbut not even the keenest eye
among them had been able to locate him. They had seen
the puff of smoke from the tree following the shot that
brought down the Arabbutthough a volley had immediately
been loosed into its foliagethere had been no indication
that it had been effective.

Tarzan was too intelligent to be caught in any such trap
and so the report of his shot had scarcely died away before
the ape-man was on the ground and racing for another tree
a hundred yards away. Here he again found a suitable perch
from which he could watch the preparations of the raiders.
It occurred to him that he might have considerable more
fun with themso again he called to them through
his improvised trumpet.

Leave the ivory!he cried. "Leave the ivory! Dead men
have no use for ivory!"

Some of the Manyuema started to lay down their loads
but this was altogether too much for the avaricious Arabs.
With loud shouts and curses they aimed their guns full
upon the bearersthreatening instant death to any who
might lay down his load. They could give up firing the
villagebut the thought of abandoning this enormous
fortune in ivory was quite beyond their conception--better
death than that.

And so they marched out of the village of the Waziriand
on the shoulders of their slaves was the ivory ransom of a
score of kings. Toward the north they marchedback toward
their savage settlement in the wild and unknown country
which lies back from the Kongo in the uttermost depths
of The Great Forestand on either side of them traveled
an invisible and relentless foe.

Under Tarzan's guidance the black Waziri warriors stationed
themselves along the trail on either side in the densest underbrush.

They stood at far intervalsandas the column passed
a single arrow or a heavy spearwell aimedwould pierce
a Manyuema or an Arab. Then the Waziri would melt into the
distance and run ahead to take his stand farther on.
They did not strike unless success were sure and the
danger of detection almost nothingand so the arrows
and the spears were few and far betweenbut so persistent
and inevitable that the slow-moving column of heavy-laden
raiders was in a constant state of panic--panic at
the uncertainty of who the next would be to falland when.

It was with the greatest difficulty that the Arabs prevented
their men a dozen times from throwing away their burdens and
fleeing like frightened rabbits up the trail toward the north.
And so the day wore on--a frightful nightmare of a day for the
raiders--a day of weary but well-repaid work for the Waziri.
At night the Arabs constructed a rude BOMA in a little
clearing by a riverand went into camp.

At intervals during the night a rifle would bark close
above their headsand one of the dozen sentries which
they now had posted would tumble to the ground. Such a
condition was insupportablefor they saw that by means of
these hideous tactics they would be completely wiped outone
by onewithout inflicting a single death upon their enemy.
But yetwith the persistent avariciousness of the
white manthe Arabs clung to their lootand when morning
came forced the demoralized Manyuema to take up their
burdens of death and stagger on into the jungle.

For three days the withering column kept up its frightful march.
Each hour was marked by its deadly arrow or cruel spear.
The nights were made hideous by the barking of the invisible
gun that made sentry duty equivalent to a death sentence.

On the morning of the fourth day the Arabs were compelled
to shoot two of their blacks before they could compel
the balance to take up the hated ivoryand as they did so a
voice rang outclear and strongfrom the jungle: "Today
you dieohManyuemaunless you lay down the ivory.
Fall upon your cruel masters and kill them! You have guns
why do you not use them? Kill the Arabsand we will not
harm you. We will take you back to our village and feed
youand lead you out of our country in safety and in peace.
Lay down the ivoryand fall upon your masters--we will
help you. Else you die!"

As the voice died down the raiders stood as though turned
to stone. The Arabs eyed their Manyuema slaves; the slaves
looked first at one of their fellowsand then at another--they
were but waiting for some one to take the initiative.
There were some thirty Arabs leftand about one hundred
and fifty blacks. All were armed--even those who were
acting as porters had their rifles slung across their backs.

The Arabs drew together. The sheik ordered the Manyuema
to take up the marchand as he spoke he cocked his rifle
and raised it. But at the same instant one of the blacks
threw down his loadandsnatching his rifle from his back
fired point-black at the group of Arabs. In an instant the
camp was a cursinghowling mass of demonsfighting with
guns and knives and pistols. The Arabs stood togetherand
defended their lives valiantlybut with the rain of lead
that poured upon them from their own slavesand the shower

of arrows and spears which now leaped from the surrounding
jungle aimed solely at themthere was little question
from the first what the outcome would be. In ten minutes
from the time the first porter had thrown down his load the
last of the Arabs lay dead.

When the firing had ceased Tarzan spoke again to the Manyuema:

Take up our ivory, and return it to our village, from
whence you stole it. We shall not harm you.

For a moment the Manyuema hesitated. They had no
stomach to retrace that difficult three days' trail.
They talked together in low whispersand one turned
toward the junglecalling aloud to the voice that had
spoken to them from out of the foliage.

How do we know that when you have us in your village you
will not kill us all?he asked.

You do not know,replied Tarzanother than that we
have promised not to harm you if you will return our
ivory to us. But this you do know, that it lies within our
power to kill you all if you do not return as we direct,
and are we not more likely to do so if you anger us than
if you do as we bid?

Who are you that speaks the tongue of our Arab masters?
cried the Manyuema spokesman. "Let us see youand then
we shall give you our answer."

Tarzan stepped out of the jungle a dozen paces from them.

Look!he said. When they saw that he was white they
were filled with awefor never had they seen a white savage
beforeand at his great muscles and giant frame they were
struck with wonder and admiration.

You may trust me,said Tarzan. "So long as you do as
I tell youand harm none of my peoplewe shall do you
no hurt. Will you take up our ivory and return in peace to
our villageor shall we follow along your trail toward the
north as we have followed for the past three days?"

The recollection of the horrid days that had just passed
was the thing that finally decided the Manyuemaand so
after a short conferencethey took up their burdens and set
off to retrace their steps toward the village of the Waziri.
At the end of the third day they marched into the village gate
and were greeted by the survivors of the recent massacre
to whom Tarzan had sent a messenger in their temporary camp
to the south on the day that the raiders had quitted the
villagetelling them that they might return in safety.

It took all the mastery and persuasion that Tarzan possessed
to prevent the Waziri falling on the Manyuema tooth
and nailand tearing them to piecesbut when he had
explained that he had given his word that they would not be
molested if they carried the ivory back to the spot from
which they had stolen itand had further impressed upon
his people that they owed their entire victory to himthey
finally acceded to his demandsand allowed the cannibals
to rest in peace within their palisade.

That night the village warriors held a big palaver to
celebrate their victoriesand to choose a new chief.
Since old Waziri's death Tarzan had been directing the
warriors in battleand the temporary command had been
tacitly conceded to him. There had been no time to choose
a new chief from among their own numberandin fact
so remarkably successful had they been under the ape-man's
generalship that they had had no wish to delegate the supreme
authority to another for fear that what they already had
gained might be lost. They had so recently seen the results
of running counter to this savage white man's advice in the
disastrous charge ordered by Waziriin which he himself
had diedthat it had not been difficult for them to accept
Tarzan's authority as final.

The principal warriors sat in a circle about a small fire
to discuss the relative merits of whomever might be suggested
as old Waziri's successor. It was Busuli who spoke first:

Since Waziri is dead, leaving no son, there is but one
among us whom we know from experience is fitted to make
us a good king. There is only one who has proved that he
can successfully lead us against the guns of the white man,
and bring us easy victory without the loss of a single life.
There is only one, and that is the white man who has led
us for the past few days,and Busuli sprang to his feetand
with uplifted spear and half-bentcrouching body commenced
to dance slowly about Tarzanchanting in time to his steps:
Waziri, king of the Waziri; Waziri, killer of Arabs;
Waziri, king of the Waziri.

One by one the other warriors signified their acceptance
of Tarzan as their king by joining in the solemn dance.
The women came and squatted about the rim of the circle
beating upon tom-tomsclapping their hands in time to
the steps of the dancersand joining in the chant of
the warriors. In the center of the circle sat Tarzan
of the Apes--Waziriking of the Waziriforlike his
predecessorhe was to take the name of his tribe as his own.

Faster and faster grew the pace of the dancerslouder and
louder their wild and savage shouts. The women rose and
fell in unisonshrieking now at the tops of their voices.
The spears were brandishing fiercelyand as the dancers stooped
down and beat their shields upon the hard-tramped earth of
the village street the whole sight was as terribly primeval
and savage as though it were being staged in the dim dawn
of humanitycountless ages in the past.

As the excitement waxed the ape-man sprang to his feet
and joined in the wild ceremony. In the center of the
circle of glittering black bodies he leaped and roared and
shook his heavy spear in the same mad abandon that enthralled
his fellow savages. The last remnant of his civilization was
forgotten--he was a primitive man to the fullest now; reveling
in the freedom of the fiercewild life he lovedgloating in
his kingship among these wild blacks.

Ahif Olga de Coude had but seen him then--could she
have recognized the well-dressedquiet young man whose
well-bred face and irreproachable manners had so captivated
her but a few short months ago? And Jane Porter! Would
she have still loved this savage warrior chieftaindancing
naked among his naked savage subjects? And D'Arnot!

Could D'Arnot have believed that this was the same man he
had introduced into half a dozen of the most select clubs
of Paris? What would his fellow peers in the House of
Lords have said had one pointed to this dancing giantwith
his barbaric headdress and his metal ornamentsand said:
There, my lords, is John Clayton, Lord Greystoke.

And so Tarzan of the Apes came into a real kingship
among men--slowly but surely was he following the evolution
of his ancestorsfor had he not started at the very bottom?

Chapter 18

The Lottery of Death

Jane Porter had been the first of those in the lifeboat
to awaken the morning after the wreck of the LADY ALICE.
The other members of the party were asleep upon the thwarts
or huddled in cramped positions in the bottom of the boat.

When the girl realized that they had become separated
from the other boats she was filled with alarm. The sense
of utter loneliness and helplessness which the vast expanse
of deserted ocean aroused in her was so depressing that
from the firstcontemplation of the future held not the
slightest ray of promise for her. She was confident that
they were lost--lost beyond possibility of succor.

Presently Clayton awoke. It was several minutes before he
could gather his senses sufficiently to realize where he was
or recall the disaster of the previous night. Finally his
bewildered eyes fell upon the girl.

Jane!he cried. "Thank God that we are together!"

Look,said the girl dullyindicating the horizon with an
apathetic gesture. "We are all alone."

Clayton scanned the water in every direction.

Where can they be?he cried. "They cannot have gone down
for there has been no seaand they were afloat after the
yacht sank--I saw them all."

He awoke the other members of the partyand explained their plight.

It is just as well that the boats are scattered, sir,said
one of the sailors. "They are all provisionedso that they
do not need each other on that scoreand should a storm
blow up they could be of no service to one another even if
they were togetherbut scattered about the ocean there is a
much better chance that one at least will be picked upand
then a search will be at once started for the others.
Were we together there would be but one chance of rescue
where now there may be four."

They saw the wisdom of his philosophyand were cheered
by itbut their joy was short-livedfor when it was
decided that they should row steadily toward the east and
the continentit was discovered that the sailors who had

been at the only two oars with which the boat had been
provided had fallen asleep at their workand allowed both
to slip into the seanor were they in sight anywhere upon
the water.

During the angry words and recriminations which followed
the sailors nearly came to blowsbut Clayton succeeded in
quieting them; though a moment later Monsieur Thuran almost
precipitated another row by making a nasty remark about the
stupidity of all Englishmenand especially English sailors.

Come, come, mates,spoke up one of the menTompkins
who had taken no part in the altercationshootin'
off our bloomin' mugs won't get us nothin'. As Spider 'ere
said afore, we'll all bloody well be picked up, anyway, sez
'e, so wot's the use o' squabblin'? Let's eat, sez I.

That's not a bad idea,said Monsieur Thuranand then
turning to the third sailorWilsonhe said: "Pass one of
those tins aftmy good man."

Fetch it yerself,retorted Wilson sullenly. "I ain't a-takin'
no orders from no--furriner--you ain't captain o' this ship yet."

The result was that Clayton himself had to get the tin
and then another angry altercation ensued when one of the
sailors accused Clayton and Monsieur Thuran of conspiring to
control the provisions so that they could have the lion's share.

Some one should take command of this boat,spoke up Jane Porter
thoroughly disgusted with the disgraceful wrangling that had
marked the very opening of a forced companionship that might
last for many days. "It is terrible enough to be alone
in a frail boat on the Atlanticwithout having the added
misery and danger of constant bickering and brawling among
the members of our party. You men should elect a leader
and then abide by his decisions in all matters. There is
greater need for strict discipline here than there is
upon a well-ordered ship."

She had hoped before she voiced her sentiments that it
would not be necessary for her to enter into the transaction
at allfor she believed that Clayton was amply able to cope
with every emergencybut she had to admit that so far at
least he had shown no greater promise of successfully handling
the situation than any of the othersthough he had at least
refrained from adding in any way to the unpleasantnesseven
going so far as to give up the tin to the sailors when they
objected to its being opened by him.

The girl's words temporarily quieted the menand finally it
was decided that the two kegs of water and the four tins of
food should be divided into two partsone-half going forward
to the three sailors to do with as they saw bestand the
balance aft to the three passengers.

Thus was the little company divided into two campsand
when the provisions had been apportioned each immediately
set to work to open and distribute food and water. The sailors
were the first to get one of the tins of "food" openand their
curses of rage and disappointment caused Clayton to ask
what the trouble might be.

Trouble!shrieked Spider. "Trouble! It's worse than

trouble--it's death! This --- tin is full of coal oil!"

Hastily now Clayton and Monsieur Thuran tore open one of
theirsonly to learn the hideous truth that it also contained
not foodbut coal oil. One after another the four tins on
board were opened. And as the contents of each became
known howls of anger announced the grim truth--there was
not an ounce of food upon the boat.

Well, thank Gawd it wasn't the water,cried Thompkins.
It's easier to get along without food than it is without water.
We can eat our shoes if worse comes to worst, but we
couldn't drink 'em.

As he spoke Wilson had been boring a hole in one of the water
kegsand as Spider held a tin cup he tilted the keg to pour
a draft of the precious fluid. A thin stream of blackish
dry particles filtered slowly through the tiny aperture into
the bottom of the cup. With a groan Wilson dropped the kegand
sat staring at the dry stuff in the cupspeechless with horror.

The kegs are filled with gunpowder,said Spiderin a low tone
turning to those aft. And so it proved when the last had been opened.

Coal oil and gunpowder!cried Monsieur Thuran.
SAPRISTI! What a diet for shipwrecked mariners!

With the full knowledge that there was neither food nor
water on boardthe pangs of hunger and thirst became
immediately aggravatedand so on the first day of their tragic
adventure real suffering commenced in grim earnestand the
full horrors of shipwreck were upon them.

As the days passed conditions became horrible. Aching eyes
scanned the horizon day and night until the weak
and weary watchers would sink exhausted to the bottom of
the boatand there wrest in dream-disturbed slumber a
moment's respite from the horrors of the waking reality.

The sailorsgoaded by the remorseless pangs of hunger
had eaten their leather beltstheir shoesthe sweatbands
from their capsalthough both Clayton and Monsieur
Thuran had done their best to convince them that these
would only add to the suffering they were enduring.

Weak and hopelessthe entire party lay beneath the pitiless
tropic sunwith parched lips and swollen tongueswaiting for
the death they were beginning to crave. The intense suffering
of the first few days had become deadened for the three
passengers who had eaten nothingbut the agony of the
sailors was pitifulas their weak and impoverished stomachs
attempted to cope with the bits of leather with which they
had filled them. Tompkins was the first to succumb. Just a
week from the day the LADY ALICE went down the sailor died
horribly in frightful convulsions.

For hours his contorted and hideous features lay grinning
back at those in the stern of the little boatuntil Jane
Porter could endure the sight no longer.
Can you not drop his body overboard, William?she asked.

Clayton rose and staggered toward the corpse. The two
remaining sailors eyed him with a strangebaleful light in
their sunken orbs. Futilely the Englishman tried to lift the

corpse over the side of the boatbut his strength was not
equal to the task.

Lend me a hand here, please,he said to Wilsonwho lay
nearest him.

Wot do you want to throw 'im over for?questioned the
sailorin a querulous voice.

We've got to before we're too weak to do it,replied Clayton.
He'd be awful by tomorrow, after a day under that broiling sun.

Better leave well enough alone,grumbled Wilson.
We may need him before tomorrow.

Slowly the meaning of the man's words percolated into
Clayton's understanding. At last he realized the fellow's
reason for objecting to the disposal of the dead man.

God!whispered Claytonin a horrified tone. "You don't mean--"

W'y not?growled Wilson. "Ain't we gotta live? He's dead
he added, jerking his thumb in the direction of the corpse.
He won't care."

Come here, Thuran,said Claytonturning toward the Russian.
We'll have something worse than death aboard us if we don't
get rid of this body before dark.

Wilson staggered up menacingly to prevent the contemplated act
but when his comradeSpidertook sides with Clayton and
Monsieur Thuran he gave upand sat eying the corpse
hungrily as the three menby combining their efforts
succeeded in rolling it overboard.

All the balance of the day Wilson sat glaring at Clayton
in his eyes the gleam of insanity. Toward eveningas the
sun was sinking into the seahe commenced to chuckle and
mumble to himselfbut his eyes never left Clayton.

After it became quite dark Clayton could still feel those terrible
eyes upon him. He dared not sleepand yet so exhausted
was he that it was a constant fight to retain consciousness.
After what seemed an eternity of suffering his head dropped
upon a thwartand he slept. How long he was unconscious
he did not know--he was awakened by a shuffling noise quite
close to him. The moon had risenand as he opened his
startled eyes he saw Wilson creeping stealthily toward him
his mouth open and his swollen tongue hanging out.

The slight noise had awakened Jane Porter at the same time
and as she saw the hideous tableau she gave a shrill cry
of alarmand at the same instant the sailor lurched forward
and fell upon Clayton. Like a wild beast his teeth sought
the throat of his intended preybut Claytonweak though he
wasstill found sufficient strength to hold the maniac's
mouth from him.

At Jane Porter's scream Monsieur Thuran and Spider awoke.
On seeing the cause of her alarmboth men crawled to
Clayton's rescueand between the three of them were able
to subdue Wilson and hurl him to the bottom of the boat.
For a few minutes he lay there chattering and laughingand then
with an awful screamand before any of his companions

could preventhe staggered to his feet and leaped overboard.

The reaction from the terrific strain of excitement left the
weak survivors trembling and prostrated. Spider broke down
and wept; Jane Porter prayed; Clayton swore softly to himself;
Monsieur Thuran sat with his head in his handsthinking.
The result of his cogitation developed the following morning
in a proposition he made to Spider and Clayton.

Gentlemen,said Monsieur Thuranyou see the fate that
awaits us all unless we are picked up within a day or two.
That there is little hope of that is evidenced by the fact
that during all the days we have drifted we have seen no
sail, nor the faintest smudge of smoke upon the horizon.

There might be a chance if we had foodbut without food
there is none. There remains for usthenbut one of two
alternativesand we must choose at once. Either we must
all die together within a few daysor one must be sacrificed
that the others may live. Do you quite clearly grasp my meaning?"

Jane Porterwho had overheardwas horrified. If the
proposition had come from the poorignorant sailorshe
might possibly have not been so surprised; but that it should
come from one who posed as a man of culture and refinement
from a gentlemanshe could scarcely credit.

It is better that we die together, then,said Clayton.

That is for the majority to decide,replied Monsieur Thuran.
As only one of us three will be the object of sacrifice,
we shall decide. Miss Porter is not interested,
since she will be in no danger.

How shall we know who is to be first?asked Spider.

It may be fairly fixed by lot,replied Monsieur Thuran.
I have a number of franc pieces in my pocket. We can
choose a certain date from among them--the one to draw this
date first from beneath a piece of cloth will be the first.

I shall have nothing to do with any such diabolical plan,
muttered Clayton; "even yet land may be sighted or a ship
appear--in time."

You will do as the majority decide, or you will be `the
first' without the formality of drawing lots,said Monsieur
Thuran threateningly. "Comelet us vote on the plan; I
for one am in favor of it. How about youSpider?"
And I,replied the sailor.

It is the will of the majority,announced Monsieur
Thuranand now let us lose no time in drawing lots.
It is as fair for one as for another. That three may
live, one of us must die perhaps a few hours sooner
than otherwise.

Then he began his preparation for the lottery of death
while Jane Porter sat wide-eyed and horrified at thought of
the thing that she was about to witness. Monsieur Thuran
spread his coat upon the bottom of the boatand then from a
handful of money he selected six franc pieces. The other two
men bent close above him as he inspected them. Finally he
handed them all to Clayton.

Look at them carefully,he said. "The oldest date is
eighteen-seventy-fiveand there is only one of that year."

Clayton and the sailor inspected each coin. To them there
seemed not the slightest difference that could be detected
other than the dates. They were quite satisfied. Had they
known that Monsieur Thuran's past experience as a card
sharp had trained his sense of touch to so fine a point that
he could almost differentiate between cards by the mere feel
of themthey would scarcely have felt that the plan was so
entirely fair. The 1875 piece was a hair thinner than the
other coinsbut neither Clayton nor Spider could have
detected it without the aid of a micrometer.

In what order shall we draw?asked Monsieur Thuran
knowing from past experience that the majority of men
always prefer last chance in a lottery where the single prize
is some distasteful thing--there is always the chance and the
hope that another will draw it first. Monsieur Thuranfor
reasons of his ownpreferred to draw first if the drawing
should happen to require a second adventure beneath the coat.

And so when Spider elected to draw last he graciously
offered to take the first chance himself. His hand was under
the coat for but a momentyet those quickdeft fingers had
felt of each coinand found and discarded the fatal piece.
When he brought forth his hand it contained an 1888 franc piece.
Then Clayton drew. Jane Porter leaned forward with a tense
and horrified expression on her face as the hand of the man
she was to marry groped about beneath the coat. Presently he
withdrew ita franc piece lying in the palm. For an instant
he dared not lookbut Monsieur Thuranwho had leaned
nearer to see the dateexclaimed that he was safe.

Jane Porter sank weak and trembling against the side of
the boat. She felt sick and dizzy. And nowif Spider
should not draw the 1875 piece she must endure the whole
horrid thing again.

The sailor already had his hand beneath the coat. Great beads
of sweat were standing upon his brow. He trembled as though
with a fit of ague. Aloud he cursed himself for having
taken the last drawfor now his chances for escape were
but three to onewhereas Monsieur Thuran's had been five to
oneand Clayton's four to one.

The Russian was very patientand did not hurry the man
for he knew that he himself was quite safe whether the 1875
piece came out this time or not. When the sailor withdrew
his hand and looked at the piece of money withinhe
dropped fainting to the bottom of the boat. Both Clayton
and Monsieur Thuran hastened weakly to examine the coin
which had rolled from the man's hand and lay beside him.
It was not dated 1875. The reaction from the state of fear he
had been in had overcome Spider quite as effectually as
though he had drawn the fated piece.

But now the whole proceeding must be gone through again.
Once more the Russian drew forth a harmless coin. Jane
Porter closed her eyes as Clayton reached beneath the coat.
Spider bentwide-eyedtoward the hand that was to decide
his fatefor whatever luck was Clayton's on this last draw
the opposite would be Spider's.

Then William Cecil ClaytonLord Greystokeremoved his hand
from beneath the coatand with a coin tight pressed within
his palm where none might see ithe looked at Jane Porter.
He did not dare open his hand.

Quick!hissed Spider. "My Gawdlet's see it."

Clayton opened his fingers. Spider was the first to see
the dateand ere any knew what his intention was he raised
himself to his feetand lunged over the side of the boat
to disappear forever into the green depths beneath--the coin
had not been the 1875 piece.

The strain had exhausted those who remained to such an
extent that they lay half unconscious for the balance of the
daynor was the subject referred to again for several days.
Horrible days of increasing weakness and hopelessness.
At length Monsieur Thuran crawled to where Clayton lay.

We must draw once more before we are too weak even to eat,
he whispered.

Clayton was in such a state that he was scarcely master of
his own will. Jane Porter had not spoken for three days.
He knew that she was dying. Horrible as the thought was
he hoped that the sacrifice of either Thuran or himself might
be the means of giving her renewed strengthand so he
immediately agreed to the Russian's proposal.

They drew under the same plan as beforebut there
could be but one result--Clayton drew the 1875 piece.

When shall it be?he asked Thuran.

The Russian had already drawn a pocketknife from his trousers
and was weakly attempting to open it.

Now,he mutteredand his greedy eyes gloated upon the Englishman.

Can't you wait until dark?asked Clayton. "Miss Porter
must not see this thing done. We were to have been married
you know."

A look of disappointment came over Monsieur Thuran's face.

Very well,he replied hesitatingly. "It will not be long
until night. I have waited for many days--I can wait a few
hours longer."

Thank you, my friend,murmured Clayton. "Now I shall go
to her side and remain with her until it is time. I would
like to have an hour or two with her before I die."

When Clayton reached the girl's side she was unconscious
--he knew that she was dyingand he was glad that she
should not have to see or know the awful tragedy that was
shortly to be enacted. He took her hand and raised it to his
cracked and swollen lips. For a long time he lay caressing the
emaciatedclawlike thing that had once been the beautiful
shapely white hand of the young Baltimore belle.

It was quite dark before he knew itbut he was recalled
to himself by a voice out of the night. It was the Russian
calling him to his doom.

I am coming, Monsieur Thuran,he hastened to reply.

Thrice he attempted to turn himself upon his hands and
kneesthat he might crawl back to his deathbut in the
few hours that he had lain there he had become too
weak to return to Thuran's side.

You will have to come to me, monsieur,he called weakly.
I have not sufficient strength to gain my hands and knees.

SAPRISTI!muttered Monsieur Thuran. "You are attempting
to cheat me out of my winnings."

Clayton heard the man shuffling about in the bottom of
the boat. Finally there was a despairing groan. "I cannot
crawl he heard the Russian wail. It is too late. You have
tricked meyou dirty English dog."

I have not tricked you, monsieur,replied Clayton.
I have done my best to rise, but I shall try again,
and if you will try possibly each of us can crawl halfway,
and then you shall have your `winnings.'

Again Clayton exerted his remaining strength to the utmost
and he heard Thuran apparently doing the same. Nearly an hour
later the Englishman succeeded in raising himself to his
hands and kneesbut at the first forward movement
he pitched upon his face.

A moment later he heard an exclamation of relief from
Monsieur Thuran.

I am coming,whispered the Russian.

Again Clayton essayed to stagger on to meet his fatebut
once more he pitched headlong to the boat's bottomnor
try as he wouldcould he again rise. His last effort caused
him to roll over on his backand there he lay looking up at
the starswhile behind himcoming ever nearer and nearer
he could hear the laborious shufflingand the stertorous
breathing of the Russian.

It seemed that he must have lain thus an hour waiting for the
thing to crawl out of the dark and end his misery. It was quite
close nowbut there were longer and longer pauses between
its efforts to advanceand each forward movement seemed
to the waiting Englishman to be almost imperceptible.

Finally he knew that Thuran was quite close beside him.
He heard a cackling laughsomething touched his faceand
he lost consciousness.

Chapter 19

The City of Gold

The very night that Tarzan of the Apes became chief of
the Waziri the woman he loved lay dying in a tiny boat
two hundred miles west of him upon the Atlantic.

As he danced among his naked fellow savagesthe firelight
gleaming against his greatrolling musclesthe
personification of physical perfection and strength
the woman who loved him lay thin and emaciated in the
last coma that precedes death by thirst and starvation.

The week following the induction of Tarzan into the kingship
of the Waziri was occupied in escorting the Manyuema of
the Arab raiders to the northern boundary of Waziri in
accordance with the promise which Tarzan had made them.
Before he left them he exacted a pledge from them that they
would not lead any expeditions against the Waziri in the
futurenor was it a difficult promise to obtain. They had had
sufficient experience with the fighting tactics of the new
Waziri chief not to have the slightest desire to accompany
another predatory force within the boundaries of his domain.

Almost immediately upon his return to the village Tarzan
commenced making preparations for leading an expedition
in search of the ruined city of gold which old Waziri had
described to him. He selected fifty of the sturdiest
warriors of his tribechoosing only men who seemed anxious
to accompany him on the arduous marchand share the dangers
of a new and hostile country.

The fabulous wealth of the fabled city had been almost
constantly in his mind since Waziri had recounted the
strange adventures of the former expedition which had
stumbled upon the vast ruins by chance. The lure of
adventure may have been quite as powerful a factor in urging
Tarzan of the Apes to undertake the journey as the lure of
goldbut the lure of gold was theretoofor he had learned
among civilized men something of the miracles that may
be wrought by the possessor of the magic yellow metal. What
he would do with a golden fortune in the heart of savage
Africa it had not occurred to him to consider--it would be
enough to possess the power to work wonderseven though he
never had an opportunity to employ it.

So one glorious tropical morning Wazirichief of the Waziri
set out at the head of fifty clean-limbed ebon warriors
in quest of adventure and of riches. They followed the course
which old Waziri had described to Tarzan. For days they
marched--up one riveracross a low divide; down another
river; up a thirduntil at the end of the twenty-fifth day
they camped upon a mountainsidefrom the summit of
which they hoped to catch their first view of the marvelous
city of treasure.

Early the next morning they were climbing the almost
perpendicular crags which formed the lastbut greatest
natural barrier between them and their destination.
It was nearly noon before Tarzanwho headed the thin
line of climbing warriorsscrambled over the top of
the last cliff and stood upon the little flat table-land
of the mountaintop.

On either hand towered mighty peaks thousands of feet
higher than the pass through which they were entering the
forbidden valley. Behind him stretched the wooded valley
across which they had marched for many daysand at the
opposite side the low range which marked the boundary of
their own country.

But before him was the view that centered his attention.
Here lay a desolate valley--a shallownarrow valley dotted
with stunted trees and covered with many great bowlders.
And on the far side of the valley lay what appeared to be
a mighty cityits great wallsits lofty spiresits turrets
minaretsand domes showing red and yellow in the sunlight.
Tarzan was yet too far away to note the marks of ruin--to
him it appeared a wonderful city of magnificent beauty
and in imagination he peopled its broad avenues and its huge
temples with a throng of happyactive people.

For an hour the little expedition rested upon the mountain-
topand then Tarzan led them down into the valley below.
There was no trailbut the way was less arduous than the
ascent of the opposite face of the mountain had been.
Once in the valley their progress was rapidso that it
was still light when they halted before the towering walls
of the ancient city.

The outer wall was fifty feet in height where it had not
fallen into ruinbut nowhere as far as they could see had
more than ten or twenty feet of the upper courses fallen away.
It was still a formidable defense. On several occasions
Tarzan had thought that he discerned things moving behind
the ruined portions of the wall near to themas though
creatures were watching them from behind the bulwarks of
the ancient pile. And often he felt the sensation of unseen
eyes upon himbut not once could he be sure that it was more
than imagination.

That night they camped outside the city. Onceat midnight
they were awakened by a shrill scream from beyond the great wall.
It was very high at firstdescending gradually until it
ended in a series of dismal moans. It had a strange effect
upon the blacksalmost paralyzing them with terror while
it lastedand it was an hour before the camp settled
down to sleep once more. In the morning the effects of it
were still visible in the fearfulsidelong glances that the
Waziri continually cast at the massive and forbidding structure
which loomed above them.

It required considerable encouragement and urging on
Tarzan's part to prevent the blacks from abandoning the
venture on the spot and hastening back across the valley
toward the cliffs they had scaled the day before. But at length
by dint of commandsand threats that he would enter the
city alonethey agreed to accompany him.

For fifteen minutes they marched along the face of the
wall before they discovered a means of ingress. Then they
came to a narrow cleft about twenty inches wide. Withina
flight of concrete stepsworn hollow by centuries of use
rose before themto disappear at a sharp turning of the
passage a few yards ahead.

Into this narrow alley Tarzan made his wayturning his
giant shoulders sideways that they might enter at all.
Behind him trailed his black warriors. At the turn in the
cleft the stairs endedand the path was level; but it wound
and twisted in a serpentine fashionuntil suddenly at a sharp
angle it debouched upon a narrow courtacross which
loomed an inner wall equally as high as the outer. This inner
wall was set with little round towers alternating along its
entire summit with pointed monoliths. In places these had

fallenand the wall was ruinedbut it was in a much better
state of preservation than the outer wall.

Another narrow passage led through this walland at its
end Tarzan and his warriors found themselves in a broad avenue
on the opposite side of which crumbling edifices of hewn granite
loomed dark and forbidding. Upon the crumbling debris along the
face of the buildings trees had grownand vines wound in and
out of the hollowstaring windows; but the building directly
opposite them seemed less overgrown than the othersand in
a much better state of preservation. It was a massive pile
surmounted by an enormous dome. At either side of its great
entrance stood rows of tall pillarseach capped by a huge
grotesque bird carved from the solid rock of the monoliths.

As the ape-man and his companions stood gazing in varying
degrees of wonderment at this ancient city in the midst
of savage Africaseveral of them became aware of
movement within the structure at which they were looking.
Dimshadowy shapes appeared to be moving about in the
semi-darkness of the interior. There was nothing tangible
that the eye could grasp--only an uncanny suggestion of life
where it seemed that there should be no lifefor living
things seemed out of place in this weirddead city of the
long-dead past.

Tarzan recalled something that he had read in the library at
Paris of a lost race of white men that native legend described
as living in the heart of Africa. He wondered if he were not
looking upon the ruins of the civilization that this strange
people had wrought amid the savage surroundings of their
strange and savage home. Could it be possible that even now
a remnant of that lost race inhabited the ruined grandeur that
had once been their progenitor? Again he became conscious
of a stealthy movement within the great temple before him.
Come!he saidto his Waziri. "Let us have a look at what
lies behind those ruined walls."

His men were loath to follow himbut when they saw that
he was bravely entering the frowning portal they trailed a few
paces behind in a huddled group that seemed the personification
of nervous terror. A single shriek such as they had
heard the night before would have been sufficient to have
sent them all racing madly for the narrow cleft that led
through the great walls to the outer world.

As Tarzan entered the building he was distinctly aware of
many eyes upon him. There was a rustling in the shadows
of a near-by corridorand he could have sworn that he
saw a human hand withdrawn from an embrasure that
opened above him into the domelike rotunda in which he
found himself.

The floor of the chamber was of concretethe walls of
smooth graniteupon which strange figures of men and beasts
were carved. In places tablets of yellow metal had been set
in the solid masonry of the walls.

When he approached closer to one of these tablets he saw
that it was of goldand bore many hieroglyphics. Beyond this
first chamber there were othersand back of them the building
branched out into enormous wings. Tarzan passed through
several of these chambersfinding many evidences of the
fabulous wealth of the original builders. In one room were

seven pillars of solid goldand in another the floor itself
was of the precious metal. And all the while that he explored
his blacks huddled close together at his backand
strange shapes hovered upon either hand and before them
and behindyet never close enough that any might say that
they were not alone.

The strainhoweverwas telling upon the nerves of the Waziri.
They begged Tarzan to return to the sunlight. They said that
no good could come of such an expeditionfor the ruins were
haunted by the spirits of the dead who had once inhabited them.

They are watching us, O king,whispered Busuli. "They are
waiting until they have led us into the innermost recesses of
their strongholdand then they will fall upon us and tear
us to pieces with their teeth. That is the way with spirits.
My mother's unclewho is a great witch doctorhas
told me all about it many times."

Tarzan laughed. "Run back into the sunlightmy children
he said. I will join you when I have searched this old ruin
from top to bottomand found the goldor found that there
is none. At least we may take the tablets from the walls
though the pillars are too heavy for us to handle; but there
should be great storerooms filled with gold--gold that we
can carry away upon our backs with ease. Run on nowout
into the fresh air where you may breathe easier."

Some of the warriors started to obey their chief with alacrity
but Busuli and several others hesitated to leave him--hesitated
between love and loyalty for their kingand superstitious fear
of the unknown. And thenquite unexpectedlythat occurred which
decided the question without the necessity for further discussion.
Out of the silence of the ruined temple there rangclose to
their earsthe same hideous shriek they had heard the previous
nightand with horrified cries the black warriors turned and
fled through the empty halls of the age-old edifice.

Behind them stood Tarzan of the Apes where they had left
hima grim smile upon his lips--waiting for the enemy he
fully expected was about to pounce upon him. But again
silence reignedexcept for the faint suggestion of the sound
of naked feet moving stealthily in near-by places.

Then Tarzan wheeled and passed on into the depths of the temple.
From room to room he wentuntil he came to one at which
a rudebarred door still stoodand as he put his shoulder
against it to push it inagain the shriek of warning
rang out almost beside him. It was evident that he was
being warned to refrain from desecrating this particular room.
Or could it be that within lay the secret to the treasure stores?

At any ratethe very fact that the strangeinvisible
guardians of this weird place had some reason for wishing him
not to enter this particular chamber was sufficient to treble
Tarzan's desire to do soand though the shrieking was repeated
continuouslyhe kept his shoulder to the door until it gave
before his giant strength to swing open upon creaking wooden hinges.

Within all was black as the tomb. There was no window
to let in the faintest ray of lightand as the corridor upon
which it opened was itself in semi-darknesseven the open door
shed no relieving rays within. Feeling before him upon the floor
with the butt of his spearTarzan entered the Stygian gloom.

Suddenly the door behind him closedand at the same time
hands clutched him from every direction out of the darkness.

The ape-man fought with all the savage fury of self-
preservation backed by the herculean strength that was his.
But though he felt his blows landand his teeth sink into soft
fleshthere seemed always two new hands to take the place
of those that he fought off. At last they dragged him down
and slowlyvery slowlythey overcame him by the mere
weight of their numbers. And then they bound him--his
hands behind his back and his feet trussed up to meet them.
He had heard no sound except the heavy breathing of his
antagonistsand the noise of the battle. He knew not what
manner of creatures had captured himbut that they were
human seemed evident from the fact that they had bound him.

Presently they lifted him from the floorand half dragging
half pushing himthey brought him out of the black
chamber through another doorway into an inner courtyard
of the temple. Here he saw his captors. There must have
been a hundred of them--shortstocky menwith great beards
that covered their faces and fell upon their hairy breasts.

The thickmatted hair upon their heads grew low over
their receding browsand hung about their shoulders and
their backs. Their crooked legs were short and heavytheir
arms long and muscular. About their loins they wore the
skins of leopards and lionsand great necklaces of the
claws of these same animals depended upon their breasts.
Massive circlets of virgin gold adorned their arms and legs.
For weapons they carried heavyknotted bludgeonsand in the
belts that confined their single garments each had a long
wicked-looking knife.

But the feature of them that made the most startling
impression upon their prisoner was their white skins--neither
in color nor feature was there a trace of the negroid about them.
Yetwith their receding foreheadswicked little close-set eyes
and yellow fangsthey were far from prepossessing in appearance.

During the fight within the dark chamberand while
they had been dragging Tarzan to the inner courtno word
had been spokenbut now several of them exchanged grunting
monosyllabic conversation in a language unfamiliar to
the ape-manand presently they left him lying upon the
concrete floor while they trooped off on their short legs into
another part of the temple beyond the court.

As Tarzan lay there upon his back he saw that the temple
entirely surrounded the little inclosureand that on all sides
its lofty walls rose high above him. At the top a little patch
of blue sky was visibleandin one directionthrough an
embrasurehe could see foliagebut whether it was beyond
or within the temple he did not know.

About the courtfrom the ground to the top of the temple
were series of open galleriesand now and then the captive
caught glimpses of bright eyes gleaming from beneath masses
of tumbling hairpeering down upon him from above.

The ape-man gently tested the strength of the bonds that
held himand while he could not be sure it seemed that they
were of insufficient strength to withstand the strain of his
mighty muscles when the time came to make a break for

freedom; but he did not dare to put them to the crucial test
until darkness had fallenor he felt that no spying eyes were
upon him.

He had lain within the court for several hours before
the first rays of sunlight penetrated the vertical shaft;
almost simultaneously he heard the pattering of bare feet
in the corridors about himand a moment later saw the
galleries above fill with crafty faces as a score or more
entered the courtyard.

For a moment every eye was bent upon the noonday sun
and then in unison the people in the galleries and those in
the court below took up the refrain of a lowweird chant.
Presently those about Tarzan began to dance to the cadence
of their solemn song. They circled him slowlyresembling in
their manner of dancing a number of clumsyshuffling bears;
but as yet they did not look at himkeeping their little eyes
fixed upon the sun.

For ten minutes or more they kept up their monotonous
chant and stepsand then suddenlyand in perfect unison
they turned toward their victim with upraised bludgeons
and emitting fearful howlsthe while they contorted their
features into the most diabolical expressionsthey rushed
upon him.

At the same instant a female figure dashed into the midst
of the bloodthirsty hordeandwith a bludgeon similar to
their ownexcept that it was wrought from goldbeat back
the advancing men.

Chapter 20


For a moment Tarzan thought that by some strange freak
of fate a miracle had saved himbut when he realized the
ease with which the girl hadsingle-handedbeaten off
twenty gorilla-like malesand an instant lateras he saw
them again take up their dance about him while she addressed
them in a singsong monotonewhich bore every evidence of
rotehe came to the conclusion that it was all but a part
of the ceremony of which he was the central figure.

After a moment or two the girl drew a knife from her girdle
andleaning over Tarzancut the bonds from his legs.
Thenas the men stopped their danceand approachedshe
motioned to him to rise. Placing the rope that had been
about his legs around his neckshe led him across the
courtyardthe men following in twos.

Through winding corridors she ledfarther and farther
into the remoter precincts of the templeuntil they came to a
great chamber in the center of which stood an altar. Then it
was that Tarzan translated the strange ceremony that had
preceded his introduction into this holy of holies.

He had fallen into the hands of descendants of the ancient
sun worshippers. His seeming rescue by a votaress of the

high priestess of the sun had been but a part of the mimicry
of their heathen ceremony--the sun looking down upon him
through the opening at the top of the court had claimed him
as his ownand the priestess had come from the inner
temple to save him from the polluting hands of worldlings-to
save him as a human offering to their flaming deity.

And had he needed further assurance as to the correctness
of his theory he had only to cast his eyes upon the brownishred
stains that caked the stone altar and covered the floor
in its immediate vicinityor to the human skulls which
grinned from countless niches in the towering walls.

The priestess led the victim to the altar steps. Again the
galleries above filled with watcherswhile from an arched
doorway at the east end of the chamber a procession of females
filed slowly into the room. They worelike the men
only skins of wild animals caught about their waists with
rawhide belts or chains of gold; but the black masses of their
hair were incrusted with golden headgear composed of many
circular and oval pieces of gold ingeniously held together to
form a metal cap from which depended at each side of
the headlong strings of oval pieces falling to the waist.

The females were more symmetrically proportioned than
the malestheir features were much more perfectthe shapes
of their heads and their largesoftblack eyes denoting far
greater intelligence and humanity than was possessed by
their lords and masters.

Each priestess bore two golden cupsand as they formed in
line along one side of the altar the men formed opposite them
advancing and taking each a cup from the female opposite.
Then the chant began once moreand presently from
a dark passageway beyond the altar another female
emerged from the cavernous depths beneath the chamber.

The high priestessthought Tarzan. She was a young woman
with a rather intelligent and shapely face. Her ornaments
were similar to those worn by her votariesbut much more
elaboratemany being set with diamonds. Her bare arms
and legs were almost concealed by the massivebejeweled
ornaments which covered themwhile her single leopard
skin was supported by a close-fitting girdle of golden rings
set in strange designs with innumerable small diamonds.
In the girdle she carried a longjeweled knifeand in her
hand a slender wand in lieu of a bludgeon.

As she advanced to the opposite side of the altar she
haltedand the chanting ceased. The priests and priestesses
knelt before herwhile with wand extended above them she
recited a long and tiresome prayer. Her voice was soft and
musical--Tarzan could scarce realize that its possessor
in a moment more would be transformed by the fanatical
ecstasy of religious zeal into a wild-eyed and bloodthirsty
executionerwhowith dripping knifewould be the first to
drink her victim's redwarm blood from the little golden cup
that stood upon the altar.

As she finished her prayer she let her eyes rest for the first
time upon Tarzan. With every indication of considerable
curiosity she examined him from head to foot. Then she
addressed himand when she had finished stood waitingas
though she expected a reply.

I do not understand your language,said Tarzan.
Possibly we may speak together in another tongue?
But she could not understand himthough he tried French
EnglishArabWaziriandas a last resortthe mongrel
tongue of the West Coast.

She shook her headand it seemed that there was a note of
weariness in her voice as she motioned to the priests to
continue with the rites. These now circled in a repetition of
their idiotic dancewhich was terminated finally at a command
from the priestesswho had stood throughoutstill
looking intently upon Tarzan.

At her signal the priests rushed upon the ape-manand
lifting him bodilylaid him upon his back across the altar
his head hanging over one edgehis legs over the opposite.
Then they and the priestesses formed in two lineswith
their little golden cups in readiness to capture a share of the
victim's lifeblood after the sacrificial knife had accomplished
its work.

In the line of priests an altercation arose as to who
should have first place. A burly brute with all the refined
intelligence of a gorilla stamped upon his bestial face was
attempting to push a smaller man to second placebut the
smaller one appealed to the high priestesswho in a cold
peremptory voice sent the larger to the extreme end of the line.
Tarzan could hear him growling and rumbling as he went
slowly to the inferior station.

Then the priestessstanding above himbegan reciting
what Tarzan took to be an invocationthe while she slowly
raised her thinsharp knife aloft. It seemed ages to the
ape-man before her arm ceased its upward progress and the
knife halted high above his unprotected breast.

Then it started downwardslowly at firstbut as the
incantation increased in rapiditywith greater speed. At the
end of the line Tarzan could still hear the grumbling of the
disgruntled priest. The man's voice rose louder and louder.
A priestess near him spoke in sharp tones of rebuke. The knife
was quite near to Tarzan's breast nowbut it halted for an
instant as the high priestess raised her eyes to shoot her swift
displeasure at the instigator of this sacrilegious interruption.

There was a sudden commotion in the direction of the
disputantsand Tarzan rolled his head in their direction
in time to see the burly brute of a priest leap upon the
woman opposite himdashing out her brains with a single
blow of his heavy cudgel. Then that happened which Tarzan
had witnessed a hundred times before among the wild denizens
of his own savage jungle. He had seen the thing fall
upon Kerchakand Tublatand Terkoz; upon a dozen of the
other mighty bull apes of his tribe; and upon Tantor
the elephant; there was scarce any of the males of the forest
that did not at times fall prey to it. The priest went mad
and with his heavy bludgeon ran amuck among his fellows.

His screams of rage were frightful as he dashed hither
and thitherdealing terrific blows with his giant weaponor
sinking his yellow fangs into the flesh of some luckless victim.
And during it the priestess stood with poised knife above
Tarzanher eyes fixed in horror upon the maniacal thing

that was dealing out death and destruction to her votaries.

Presently the room was emptied except for the dead and
dying on the floorthe victim upon the altarthe high
priestessand the madman. As the cunning eyes of the latter
fell upon the woman they lighted with a new and sudden lust.
Slowly he crept toward herand now he spoke; but this
time there fell upon Tarzan's surprised ears a language he
could understand; the last one that he would ever have
thought of employing in attempting to converse with human
beings--the low guttural barking of the tribe of great
anthropoids--his own mother tongue. And the woman answered
the man in the same language.

He was threatening--she attempting to reason with himfor it
was quite evident that she saw that he was past her authority.
The brute was quite close now--creeping with clawlike hands
extended toward her around the end of the altar.
Tarzan strained at the bonds which held his arms pinioned
behind him. The woman did not see--she had forgotten
her prey in the horror of the danger that threatened herself.
As the brute leaped past Tarzan to clutch his victimthe
ape-man gave one superhuman wrench at the thongs that held him.
The effort sent him rolling from the altar to the stone
floor on the opposite side from that on which the priestess
stood; but as he sprang to his feet the thongs dropped from
his freed armsand at the same time he realized that he
was alone in the inner temple--the high priestess and the
mad priest had disappeared.

And then a muffled scream came from the cavernous mouth
of the dark hole beyond the sacrificial altar through which the
priestess had entered the temple. Without even a thought for
his own safetyor the possibility for escape which this rapid
series of fortuitous circumstances had thrust upon him
Tarzan of the Apes answered the call of the woman in danger.
With a little bound he was at the gaping entrance to the
subterranean chamberand a moment later was running down
a flight of age-old concrete steps that led he knew not where.

The faint light that filtered in from above showed him
a largelow-ceiled vault from which several doorways led off
into inky darknessbut there was no need to thread an unknown
wayfor there before him lay the objects of his search--the
mad brute had the girl upon the floorand gorilla-like
fingers were clutching frantically at her throat as she
struggled to escape the fury of the awful thing upon her.

As Tarzan's heavy hand fell upon his shoulder the priest
dropped his victimand turned upon her would-be rescuer.
With foam-flecked lips and bared fangs the mad sun-worshiper
battled with the tenfold power of the maniac. In the
blood lust of his fury the creature had undergone a sudden
reversion to typewhich left him a wild beastforgetful of
the dagger that projected from his belt--thinking only of
nature's weapons with which his brute prototype had battled.

But if he could use his teeth and hands to advantagehe
found one even better versed in the school of savage warfare
to which he had revertedfor Tarzan of the Apes closed
with himand they fell to the floor tearing and rending at one
another like two bull apes; while the primitive priestess
stood flattened against the wallwatching with widefearfascinated
eyes the growingsnapping beasts at her feet.

At last she saw the stranger close one mighty hand upon
the throat of his antagonistand as he forced the bruteman's
head far back rain blow after blow upon the upturned face.
A moment later he threw the still thing from himand
arisingshook himself like a lion. He placed a foot
upon the carcass before himand raised his head to give the
victory cry of his kindbut as his eyes fell upon the opening
above him leading into the temple of human sacrifice he
thought better of his intended act.

The girlwho had been half paralyzed by fear as the two
men foughthad just commenced to give thought to her
probable fate now thatthough released from the clutches of
a madmanshe had fallen into the hands of one whom but a
moment before she had been upon the point of killing.
She looked about for some means of escape. The black mouth
of a diverging corridor was near at handbut as she
turned to dart into it the ape-man's eyes fell upon herand
with a quick leap he was at her sideand a restraining hand
was laid upon her arm.

Wait!said Tarzan of the Apesin the language of the
tribe of Kerchak.

The girl looked at him in astonishment.

Who are you,she whisperedwho speaks the language
of the first man?

I am Tarzan of the Apes,he answered in the vernacular
of the anthropoids.

What do you want of me?she continued. "For what
purpose did you save me from Tha?"

I could not see a woman murdered?It was a half question
that answered her.

But what do you intend to do with me now?she continued.

Nothing,he repliedbut you can do something for me--you
can lead me out of this place to freedom.He made the
suggestion without the slightest thought that she would accede.
He felt quite sure that the sacrifice would go on from the
point where it had been interrupted if the high priestess
had her waythough he was equally positive that they would
find Tarzan of the Apes unbound and with a long dagger
in his hand a much less tractable victim than Tarzan
disarmed and bound.

The girl stood looking at him for a long moment before
she spoke.

You are a very wonderful man,she said. "You are
such a man as I have seen in my daydreams ever since I
was a little girl. You are such a man as I imagine the
forbears of my people must have been--the great race of people
who built this mighty city in the heart of a savage world that
they might wrest from the bowels of the earth the fabulous
wealth for which they had sacrificed their far-distant civilization.

I cannot understand why you came to my rescue in the
first place, and now I cannot understand why, having me

within your power, you do not wish to be revenged upon
me for having sentenced you to death--for having almost
put you to death with my own hand.

I presume,replied the ape-manthat you but followed
the teachings of your religion. I cannot blame YOU for that,
no matter what I may think of your creed. But who are you
--what people have I fallen among?

I am La, high priestess of the Temple of the Sun, in the
city of Opar. We are descendants of a people who came to
this savage world more than ten thousand years ago in search
of gold. Their cities stretched from a great sea under the
rising sun to a great sea into which the sun descends at night
to cool his flaming brow. They were very rich and very
powerful, but they lived only a few months of the year in
their magnificent palaces here; the rest of the time they
spent in their native land, far, far to the north.

Many ships went back and forth between this new world
and the old. During the rainy season there were but few
of the inhabitants remained hereonly those who
superintended the working of the mines by the black slaves
and the merchants who had to stay to supply their wants
and the soldiers who guarded the cities and the mines.

It was at one of these times that the great calamity occurred.
When the time came for the teeming thousands to return none came.
For weeks the people waited. Then they sent out a great galley
to learn why no one came from the mother country, but though
they sailed about for many months, they were unable to find
any trace of the mighty land that had for countless ages
borne their ancient civilization--it had sunk into the sea.

From that day dated the downfall of my people.
Disheartened and unhappythey soon became a prey to the
black hordes of the north and the black hordes of the south.
One by one the cities were deserted or overcome. The last
remnant was finally forced to take shelter within this mighty
mountain fortress. Slowly we have dwindled in powerin
civilizationin intellectin numbersuntil now we are no
more than a small tribe of savage apes.

In fact, the apes live with us, and have for many ages.
We call them the first men--we speak their language quite
as much as we do our own; only in the rituals of the temple
do we make any attempt to retain our mother tongue. In time
it will be forgotten, and we will speak only the language
of the apes; in time we will no longer banish those of our
people who mate with apes, and so in time we shall descend
to the very beasts from which ages ago our progenitors may
have sprung.

But why are you more human than the others?asked
the man.

For some reason the women have not reverted to savagery
so rapidly as the men. It may be because only the
lower types of men remained here at the time of the great
catastrophe, while the temples were filled with the noblest
daughters of the race. My strain has remained clearer
than the rest because for countless ages my foremothers were
high priestesses--the sacred office descends from mother
to daughter. Our husbands are chosen for us from the noblest

in the land. The most perfect man, mentally and physically,
is selected to be the husband of the high priestess.

From what I saw of the gentlemen above,said Tarzan
with a grinthere should be little trouble in choosing from
among them.

The girl looked at him quizzically for a moment.

Do not be sacrilegious,she said. "They are very holy
men--they are priests."

Then there are others who are better to look upon?he asked.

The others are all more ugly than the priests,she replied.

Tarzan shuddered at her fatefor even in the dim light of
the vault he was impressed by her beauty.

But how about myself?he asked suddenly. "Are you
going to lead me to liberty?"

You have been chosen by The Flaming God as his own,
she answered solemnly. "Not even I have the power to
save you--should they find you again. But I do not intend
that they shall find you. You risked your life to save mine.
I may do no less for you. It will be no easy matter--it may
require days; but in the end I think that I can lead you beyond
the walls. Comethey will look here for me presentlyand
if they find us together we shall both be lost--they would
kill me did they think that I had proved false to my god."

You must not take the risk, then,he said quickly. "I will
return to the templeand if I can fight my way to freedom
there will be no suspicion thrown upon you."

But she would not have it soand finally persuaded him
to follow hersaying that they had already remained in the
vault too long to prevent suspicion from falling upon her
even if they returned to the temple.

I will hide you, and then return alone,she saidtelling
them that I was long unconscious after you killed Tha, and
that I do not know whither you escaped.

And so she led him through winding corridors of gloom
until finally they came to a small chamber into which a little
light filtered through a stone grating in the ceiling.

This is the Chamber of the Dead,she said. "None will
think of searching here for you--they would not dare. I will
return after it is dark. By that time I may have found a
plan to effect your escape."

She was goneand Tarzan of the Apes was left alone in
the Chamber of the Deadbeneath the long-dead city of Opar.

Chapter 21

The Castaways

Clayton dreamed that he was drinking his fill of water
puredelightful drafts of fresh water. With a start he
gained consciousness to find himself wet through by
torrents of rain that were falling upon his body and his
upturned face. A heavy tropical shower was beating down
upon them. He opened his mouth and drank. Presently he
was so revived and strengthened that he was enabled to
raise himself upon his hands. Across his legs lay
Monsieur Thuran. A few feet aft Jane Porter was huddled
in a pitiful little heap in the bottom of the boat--she
was quite still. Clayton knew that she was dead.

After infinite labor he released himself from Thuran's
pinioning bodyand with renewed strength crawled toward the girl.
He raised her head from the rough boards of the boat's bottom.
There might be life in that poorstarved frame even yet.
He could not quite abandon all hopeand so he seized a
water-soaked rag and squeezed the precious drops between
the swollen lips of the hideous thing that had but a few
short days before glowed with the resplendent life of
happy youth and glorious beauty.

For some time there was no sign of returning animation
but at last his efforts were rewarded by a slight tremor of
the half-closed lids. He chafed the thin handsand forced a
few more drops of water into the parched throat. The girl
opened her eyeslooking up at him for a long time before
she could recall her surroundings.

Water?she whispered. "Are we saved?"

It is raining,he explained. "We may at least drink.
Already it has revived us both."

Monsieur Thuran?she asked. "He did not kill you. Is he dead?"

I do not know,replied Clayton. "If he lives and this
rain revives him--" But he stopped thereremembering too
late that he must not add further to the horrors which the
girl already had endured.

But she guessed what he would have said.

Where is he?she asked.

Clayton nodded his head toward the prostrate form of
the Russian. For a time neither spoke.

I will see if I can revive him,said Clayton at length.

No,she whisperedextending a detaining hand toward him.
Do not do that--he will kill you when the water has
given him strength. If he is dying, let him die. Do not leave
me alone in this boat with that beast.

Clayton hesitated. His honor demanded that he attempt
to revive Thuranand there was the possibilitytoothat the
Russian was beyond human aid. It was not dishonorable to
hope so. As he sat fighting out his battle he presently raised
his eyes from the body of the manand as they passed above
the gunwale of the boat he staggered weakly to his feet with
a little cry of joy.

Land, Jane!he almost shouted through his cracked lips.
Thank God, land!

The girl lookedtooand therenot a hundred yards away
she saw a yellow beachandbeyondthe luxurious foliage
of a tropical jungle.

Now you may revive him,said Jane Porterfor shetoo
had been haunted with the pangs of conscience which had
resulted from her decision to prevent Clayton from offering
succor to their companion.

It required the better part of half an hour before the
Russian evinced sufficient symptoms of returning consciousness
to open his eyesand it was some time later before
they could bring him to a realization of their good fortune.
By this time the boat was scraping gently upon the sandy bottom.

Between the refreshing water that he had drunk and the
stimulus of renewed hopeClayton found strength to stagger
through the shallow water to the shore with a line made
fast to the boat's bow. This he fastened to a small tree which
grew at the top of a low bankfor the tide was at floodand
he feared that the boat might carry them all out to sea again
with the ebbsince it was quite likely that it would be beyond
his strength to get Jane Porter to the shore for several hours.
Next he managed to stagger and crawl toward the nearby
junglewhere he had seen evidences of profusion of
tropical fruit. His former experience in the jungle of
Tarzan of the Apes had taught him which of the many growing
things were edibleand after nearly an hour of absence he
returned to the beach with a little armful of food.

The rain had ceasedand the hot sun was beating down so
mercilessly upon her that Jane Porter insisted on making an
immediate attempt to gain the land. Still further invigorated
by the food Clayton had broughtthe three were able to reach
the half shade of the small tree to which their boat was moored.
Herethoroughly exhaustedthey threw themselves down to rest
sleeping until dark.

For a month they lived upon the beach in comparative safety.
As their strength returned the two men constructed a rude
shelter in the branches of a treehigh enough from the
ground to insure safety from the larger beasts of prey.
By day they gathered fruits and trapped small rodents; at night
they lay cowering within their frail shelter while savage
denizens of the jungle made hideous the hours of darkness.

They slept upon litters of jungle grassesand for covering
at night Jane Porter had only an old ulster that belonged
to Claytonthe same garment that he had worn upon that
memorable trip to the Wisconsin woods. Clayton had erected
a frail partition of boughs to divide their arboreal shelter
into two rooms--one for the girl and the other for Monsieur
Thuran and himself.

From the first the Russian had exhibited every trait of his
true character--selfishnessboorishnessarrogance
cowardiceand lust. Twice had he and Clayton come to
blows because of Thuran's attitude toward the girl.
Clayton dared not leave her alone with him for an instant.
The existence of the Englishman and his fiancee was one
continual nightmare of horrorand yet they lived on in

hope of ultimate rescue.

Jane Porter's thoughts often reverted to her other experience
on this savage shore. Ahif the invincible forest god
of that dead past were but with them now. No longer would
there be aught to fear from prowling beastsor from the
bestial Russian. She could not well refrain from comparing
the scant protection afforded her by Clayton with what she
might have expected had Tarzan of the Apes been for a
single instant confronted by the sinister and menacing
attitude of Monsieur Thuran. Oncewhen Clayton had gone
to the little stream for waterand Thuran had spoken coarsely
to hershe voiced her thoughts.

It is well for you, Monsieur Thuran,she saidthat the
poor Monsieur Tarzan who was lost from the ship that brought
you and Miss Strong to Cape Town is not here now.

You knew the pig?asked Thuranwith a sneer.

I knew the man,she replied. "The only real manI
thinkthat I have ever known."

There was something in her tone of voice that led the Russian
to attribute to her a deeper feeling for his enemy than
friendshipand he grasped at the suggestion to be further
revenged upon the man whom he supposed dead by besmirching
his memory to the girl.

He was worse than a pig,he cried. "He was a poltroon
and a coward. To save himself from the righteous wrath of
the husband of a woman he had wrongedhe perjured his
soul in an attempt to place the blame entirely upon her.
Not succeeding in thishe ran away from France to escape
meeting the husband upon the field of honor. That is why
he was on board the ship that bore Miss Strong and myself to
Cape Town. I know whereof I speakfor the woman in the
case is my sister. Something more I know that I have never
told another--your brave Monsieur Tarzan leaped overboard
in an agony of fear because I recognized himand insisted
that he make reparation to me the following morning--we
could have fought with knives in my stateroom."

Jane Porter laughed. "You do not for a moment imagine
that one who has known both Monsieur Tarzan and you
could ever believe such an impossible tale?"

Then why did he travel under an assumed name?asked
Monsieur Thuran.

I do not believe you,she criedbut nevertheless the
seed of suspicion was sownfor she knew that Hazel Strong
had known her forest god only as John Caldwellof London.

A scant five miles north of their rude shelterall unknown
to themand practically as remote as though separated by
thousands of miles of impenetrable junglelay the snug
little cabin of Tarzan of the Apes. While farther up the
coasta few miles beyond the cabinin crude but well-built
shelterslived a little party of eighteen souls--the occupants
of the three boats from the LADY ALICE from which Clayton's
boat had become separated.

Over a smooth sea they had rowed to the mainland in less

than three days. None of the horrors of shipwreck had been
theirsand though depressed by sorrowand suffering from
the shock of the catastrophe and the unaccustomed hardships
of their new existence there was none much the worse
for the experience.

All were buoyed by the hope that the fourth boat had
been picked upand that a thorough search of the coast
would be quickly made. As all the firearms and ammunition
on the yacht had been placed in Lord Tennington's boat
the party was well equipped for defenseand for hunting
the larger game for food.

Professor Archimedes Q. Porter was their only immediate anxiety.
Fully assured in his own mind that his daughter had been
picked up by a passing steamerhe gave over the last
vestige of apprehension concerning her welfareand
devoted his giant intellect solely to the consideration of
those momentous and abstruse scientific problems which he
considered the only proper food for thought in one of
his erudition. His mind appeared blank to the influence
of all extraneous matters.

Never,said the exhausted Mr. Samuel T. Philanderto
Lord Tenningtonnever has Professor Porter been more
difficult--er--I might say, impossible. Why, only this
morning, after I had been forced to relinquish my surveillance
for a brief half hour he was entirely missing upon my return.
And, bless me, sir, where do you imagine I discovered him?
A half mile out in the ocean, sir, in one of the lifeboats,
rowing away for dear life. I do not know how he attained
even that magnificent distance from shore, for he had but a
single oar, with which he was blissfully rowing about in circles.

When one of the sailors had taken me out to him in
another boat the professor became quite indignant at my
suggestion that we return at once to land. `WhyMr. Philander'
he said`I am surprised that yousira man of letters
yourselfshould have the temerity so to interrupt the
progress of science. I had about deduced from certain astronomic
phenomena I have had under minute observation during the
past several tropic nights an entirely new nebular hypothesis
which will unquestionably startle the scientific world. I wish
to consult a very excellent monograph on Laplace's hypothesis
which I understand is in a certain private collection in
New York City. Your interferenceMr. Philanderwill result
in an irreparable delayfor I was just rowing over to obtain
this pamphlet.' And it was with the greatest difficulty that I
persuaded him to return to shorewithout resorting to force
concluded Mr. Philander.

Miss Strong and her mother were very brave under the
strain of almost constant apprehension of the attacks of
savage beasts. Nor were they quite able to accept so readily
as the others the theory that Jane, Clayton, and Monsieur Thuran
had been picked up safely.

Jane Porter's Esmeralda was in a constant state of tears at the
cruel fate which had separated her from her poli'le honey."

Lord Tennington's great-hearted good nature never deserted
him for a moment. He was still the jovial hostseeking
always for the comfort and pleasure of his guests. With the
men of his yacht he remained the just but firm commander

--there was never any more question in the jungle than there
had been on board the LADY ALICE as to who was the final
authority in all questions of importanceand in all
emergencies requiring cool and intelligent leadership.

Could this well-organized and comparatively secure party
of castaways have seen the raggedfear-haunted trio a few
miles south of them they would scarcely have recognized in
them the formerly immaculate members of the little company
that had laughed and played upon the LADY ALICE.
Clayton and Monsieur Thuran were almost nakedso torn
had their clothes been by the thorn bushes and tangled
vegetation of the matted jungle through which they had been
compelled to force their way in search of their ever more
difficult food supply.

Jane Porter had of course not been subjected to these
strenuous expeditionsbut her apparel wasnevertheless
in a sad state of disrepair.

Claytonfor lack of any better occupationhad carefully
saved the skin of every animal they had killed. By stretching
them upon the stems of treesand diligently scraping them
he had managed to save them in a fair conditionand now
that his clothes were threatening to cover his nakedness no
longerhe commenced to fashion a rude garment of them
using a sharp thorn for a needleand bits of tough grass and
animal tendons in lieu of thread.

The result when completed was a sleeveless garment which
fell nearly to his knees. As it was made up of numerous
small pelts of different species of rodentsit presented a
rather strange and wonderful appearancewhichtogether
with the vile stench which permeated itrendered it anything
other than a desirable addition to a wardrobe. But the time
came when for the sake of decency he was compelled to don
itand even the misery of their condition could not prevent
Jane Porter from laughing heartily at sight of him.

LaterThuran also found it necessary to construct a similar
primitive garmentso thatwith their bare legs and heavily
bearded facesthey looked not unlike reincarnations of two
prehistoric progenitors of the human race. Thuran acted like one.

Nearly two months of this existence had passed when the
first great calamity befell them. It was prefaced by an
adventure which came near terminating abruptly the sufferings
of two of them--terminating them in the grim and horrible
manner of the jungleforever.

Thurandown with an attack of jungle feverlay in the
shelter among the branches of their tree of refuge.
Clayton had been into the jungle a few hundred yards
in search of food. As he returned Jane Porter walked
to meet him. Behind the mancunning and crafty
crept an old and mangy lion. For three days his ancient
thews and sinews had proved insufficient for the task of
providing his cavernous belly with meat. For months he
had eaten less and less frequentlyand farther and farther
had he roamed from his accustomed haunts in search of
easier prey. At last he had found nature's weakest and
most defenseless creature--in a moment more Numa would dine.

Claytonall unconscious of the lurking death behind him

strode out into the open toward Jane. He had reached her
sidea hundred feet from the tangled edge of jungle when
past his shoulder the girl saw the tawny head and the
wicked yellow eyes as the grasses partedand the huge
beastnose to groundstepped softly into view.

So frozen with horror was she that she could utter no
soundbut the fixed and terrified gaze of her fear-widened
eyes spoke as plainly to Clayton as words. A quick glance
behind him revealed the hopelessness of their situation.
The lion was scarce thirty paces from themand they were
equally as far from the shelter. The man was armed with
a stout stick--as efficacious against a hungry lion
he realizedas a toy pop-gun charged with a tethered cork.

Numaravenous with hungerhad long since learned the
futility of roaring and moaning as he searched for prey
but now that it was as surely his as though already he had
felt the soft flesh beneath his still mighty pawhe opened his
huge jawsand gave vent to his long-pent rage in a series of
deafening roars that made the air tremble.

Run, Jane!cried Clayton. "Quick! Run for the shelter!"
But her paralyzed muscles refused to respondand she stood
mute and rigidstaring with ghastly countenance at the
living death creeping toward them.

Thuranat the sound of that awful roarhad come to
the opening of the shelterand as he saw the tableau below
him he hopped up and downshrieking to them in Russian.

Run! Run!he cried. "Runor I shall be left all alone in
this horrible place and then he broke down and commenced to weep.
For a moment this new voice distracted the attention of the
lion, who halted to cast an inquiring glance in the direction
of the tree. Clayton could endure the strain no longer.
Turning his back upon the beast, he buried his head in
his arms and waited.

The girl looked at him in horror. Why did he not do
something? If he must die, why not die like a man--bravely;
beating at that terrible face with his puny stick, no matter how
futile it might be. Would Tarzan of the Apes have done thus?
Would he not at least have gone down to his death fighting
heroically to the last?

Now the lion was crouching for the spring that would end
their young lives beneath cruel, rending, yellow fangs.
Jane Porter sank to her knees in prayer, closing her eyes
to shut out the last hideous instant. Thuran, weak
from fever, fainted.

Seconds dragged into minutes, long minutes into an eternity,
and yet the beast did not spring. Clayton was almost
unconscious from the prolonged agony of fright--his
knees trembled--a moment more and he would collapse.

Jane Porter could endure it no longer. She opened her eyes.
Could she be dreaming?

William she whispered; look!"

Clayton mastered himself sufficiently to raise his head and
turn toward the lion. An ejaculation of surprise burst from

his lips. At their very feet the beast lay crumpled in death.
A heavy war spear protruded from the tawny hide. It had
entered the great back above the right shoulderandpassing
entirely through the bodyhad pierced the savage heart.

Jane Porter had risen to her feet; as Clayton turned back
to her she staggered in weakness. He put out his arms to
save her from fallingand then drew her close to
him--pressing her head against his shoulderhe stooped
to kiss her in thanksgiving.

Gently the girl pushed him away.

Please do not do that, William,she said. "I have lived a
thousand years in the past brief moments. I have learned in
the face of death how to live. I do not wish to hurt you more
than is necessary; but I can no longer bear to live out the
impossible position I have attempted because of a false sense
of loyalty to an impulsive promise I made you.

The last few seconds of my life have taught me that it
would be hideous to attempt further to deceive myself and
you, or to entertain for an instant longer the possibility of
ever becoming your wife, should we regain civilization.

Why, Jane,he criedwhat do you mean? What has our
providential rescue to do with altering your feelings toward me?
You are but unstrung--tomorrow you will be yourself again.

I am more nearly myself this minute than I have been for
over a year,she replied. "The thing that has just happened
has again forced to my memory the fact that the bravest man
that ever lived honored me with his love. Until it was too
late I did not realize that I returned itand so I sent him away.
He is dead nowand I shall never marry. I certainly could
not wed another less brave than he without harboring constantly
a feeling of contempt for the relative cowardice of my husband.
Do you understand me?"

Yes,he answeredwith bowed headhis face mantling
with the flush of shame.

And it was the next day that the great calamity befell.

Chapter 22

The Treasure Vaults of Opar

It was quite dark before Lathe high priestessreturned to
the Chamber of the Dead with food and drink for Tarzan.
She bore no lightfeeling with her hands along the
crumbling walls until she gained the chamber. Through the
stone grating abovea tropic moon served dimly to illuminate
the interior.

Tarzancrouching in the shadows at the far side of the
room as the first sound of approaching footsteps reached him
came forth to meet the girl as he recognized that it was she.

They are furious,were her first words. "Never before

has a human sacrifice escaped the altar. Already fifty have
gone forth to track you down. They have searched the
temple--all save this single room."

Why do they fear to come here?he asked.

It is the Chamber of the Dead. Here the dead return to worship.
See this ancient altar? It is here that the dead sacrifice the
living--if they find a victim here. That is the reason
our people shun this chamber. Were one to enter he knows
that the waiting dead would seize him for their sacrifice.

But you?he asked.

I am high priestess--I alone am safe from the dead.
It is I who at rare intervals bring them a human sacrifice
from the world above. I alone may enter here in safety.

Why have they not seized me?he askedhumoring her
grotesque belief.

She looked at him quizzically for a moment. Then she replied:

It is the duty of a high priestess to instruct, to interpret--
according to the creed that others, wiser than herself, have
laid down; but there is nothing in the creed which says that
she must believe. The more one knows of one's religion the
less one believes--no one living knows more of mine than I.

Then your only fear in aiding me to escape is that your
fellow mortals may discover your duplicity?

That is all--the dead are dead; they cannot harm--or help.
We must therefore depend entirely upon ourselves, and the
sooner we act the better it will be. I had difficulty in
eluding their vigilance but now in bringing you this morsel
of food. To attempt to repeat the thing daily would be the
height of folly. Come, let us see how far we may go toward
liberty before I must return.

She led him back to the chamber beneath the altar room.
Here she turned into one of the several corridors leading
from it. In the darkness Tarzan could not see which one.
For ten minutes they groped slowly along a winding passage
until at length they came to a closed door. Here he heard
her fumbling with a keyand presently came the sound of a
metal bolt grating against metal. The door swung in on
scraping hingesand they entered.

You will be safe here until tomorrow night,she said.

Then she went outandclosing the doorlocked it behind her.

Where Tarzan stood it was dark as Erebus. Not even his
trained eyes could penetrate the utter blackness.
Cautiously he moved forward until his out-stretched hand
touched a wallthen very slowly he traveled around the
four walls of the chamber.

Apparently it was about twenty feet square. The floor
was of concretethe walls of the dry masonry that marked
the method of construction above ground. Small pieces of
granite of various sizes were ingeniously laid together
without mortar to construct these ancient foundations.

The first time around the walls Tarzan thought he detected
a strange phenomenon for a room with no windows but a
single door. Again he crept carefully around close to
the wall. Nohe could not be mistaken! He paused before
the center of the wall opposite the door. For a moment he
stood quite motionlessthen he moved a few feet to one side.
Again he returnedonly to move a few feet to the other side.

Once more he made the entire circuit of the roomfeeling
carefully every foot of the walls. Finally he stopped again
before the particular section that had aroused his curiosity.
There was no doubt of it! A distinct draft of fresh air was
blowing into the chamber through the intersection of the
masonry at that particular point--and nowhere else.

Tarzan tested several pieces of the granite which made up
the wall at this spotand finally was rewarded by finding
one which lifted out readily. It was about ten inches wide
with a face some three by six inches showing within the chamber.
One by one the ape-man lifted out similarly shaped stones.
The wall at this point was constructed entirelyit seemed
of these almost perfect slabs. In a short time he had
removed some dozenwhen he reached in to test the next
layer of masonry. To his surprisehe felt nothing behind the
masonry he had removed as far as his long arm could reach.

It was a matter of but a few minutes to remove enough
of the wall to permit his body to pass through the aperture.
Directly ahead of him he thought he discerned a faint glow
--scarcely more than a less impenetrable darkness.
Cautiously he moved forward on hands and kneesuntil at about
fifteen feetor the average thickness of the foundation
wallsthe floor ended abruptly in a sudden drop. As far out
as he could reach he felt nothingnor could he find the
bottom of the black abyss that yawned before himthough
clinging to the edge of the floorhe lowered his body into
the darkness to its full length.
Finally it occurred to him to look upand there above him
he saw through a round opening a tiny circular patch of
starry sky. Feeling up along the sides of the shaft as far
as he could reachthe ape-man discovered that so much of
the wall as he could feel converged toward the center of
the shaft as it rose. This fact precluded possibility of
escape in that direction.

As he sat speculating on the nature and uses of this
strange passage and its terminal shaftthe moon topped
the opening aboveletting a flood of softsilvery light into
the shadowy place. Instantly the nature of the shaft became
apparent to Tarzanfor far below him he saw the shimmering
surface of water. He had come upon an ancient well--but
what was the purpose of the connection between the well
and the dungeon in which he had been hidden?

As the moon crossed the opening of the shaft its light
flooded the whole interiorand then Tarzan saw directly
across from him another opening in the opposite wall.
He wondered if this might not be the mouth of a passage
leading to possible escape. It would be worth investigating
at leastand this he determined to do.

Quickly returning to the wall he had demolished to
explore what lay beyond ithe carried the stones into the

passageway and replaced them from that side. The deep deposit
of dust which he had noticed upon the blocks as he
had first removed them from the wall had convinced him
that even if the present occupants of the ancient pile had
knowledge of this hidden passage they had made no use of
it for perhaps generations.

The wall replacedTarzan turned to the shaftwhich was
some fifteen feet wide at this point. To leap across the
intervening space was a small matter to the ape-manand a
moment later he was proceeding along a narrow tunnel
moving cautiously for fear of being precipitated into another
shaft such as he had just crossed.

He had advanced some hundred feet when he came to a
flight of steps leading downward into Stygian gloom.
Some twenty feet belowthe level floor of the tunnel
recommencedand shortly afterward his progress was stopped
by a heavy wooden door which was secured by massive wooden
bars upon the side of Tarzan's approach. This fact suggested
to the ape-man that he might surely be in a passageway
leading to the outer worldfor the boltsbarring progress
from the opposite sidetended to substantiate this hypothesis
unless it were merely a prison to which it led.

Along the tops of the bars were deep layers of dust--a further
indication that the passage had lain long unused. As he
pushed the massive obstacle asideits great hinges shrieked
out in weird protest against this unaccustomed disturbance.
For a moment Tarzan paused to listen for any responsive
note which might indicate that the unusual night
noise had alarmed the inmates of the temple; but as he heard
nothing he advanced beyond the doorway.

Carefully feeling abouthe found himself within a large
chamberalong the walls of whichand down the length of
the floorwere piled many tiers of metal ingots of an odd
though uniform shape. To his groping hands they felt not
unlike double-headed bootjacks. The ingots were quite
heavyand but for the enormous number of them he would
have been positive that they were gold; but the thought of
the fabulous wealth these thousands of pounds of metal
would have represented were they in reality goldalmost
convinced him that they must be of some baser metal.

At the far end of the chamber he discovered another
barred doorand again the bars upon the inside renewed
the hope that he was traversing an ancient and forgotten
passageway to liberty. Beyond the door the passage ran
straight as a war spearand it soon became evident to
the ape-man that it had already led him beyond the outer
walls of the temple. If he but knew the direction it was
leading him! If toward the westthen he must also be
beyond the city's outer walls.

With increasing hopes he forged ahead as rapidly as he
dareduntil at the end of half an hour he came to another
flight of steps leading upward. At the bottom this
flight was of concretebut as he ascended his naked feet
felt a sudden change in the substance they were treading.
The steps of concrete had given place to steps of granite.
Feeling with his handsthe ape-man discovered that these
latter were evidently hewed from rockfor there was no
crack to indicate a joint.

For a hundred feet the steps wound spirally upuntil at a
sudden turning Tarzan came into a narrow cleft between
two rocky walls. Above him shone the starry skyand before
him a steep incline replaced the steps that had terminated
at its foot. Up this pathway Tarzan hastenedand at
its upper end came out upon the rough top of a huge
granite bowlder.

A mile away lay the ruined city of Oparits domes and
turrets bathed in the soft light of the equatorial moon.
Tarzan dropped his eyes to the ingot he had brought away
with him. For a moment he examined it by the moon's bright
raysthen he raised his head to look out upon the ancient
piles of crumbling grandeur in the distance.

Opar,he musedOpar, the enchanted city of a dead
and forgotten past. The city of the beauties and the beasts.
City of horrors and death; but--city of fabulous riches.
The ingot was of virgin gold.

The bowlder on which Tarzan found himself lay well out
in the plain between the city and the distant cliffs he and his
black warriors had scaled the morning previous. To descend
its rough and precipitous face was a task of infinite labor
and considerable peril even to the ape-man; but at last he
felt the soft soil of the valley beneath his feetand without
a backward glance at Opar he turned his face toward the
guardian cliffsand at a rapid trot set off across the valley.

The sun was just rising as he gained the summit of the
flat mountain at the valley's western boundary. Far beneath
him he saw smoke arising above the tree-tops of the forest
at the base of the foothills.

Man,he murmured. "And there were fifty who went
forth to track me down. Can it be they?"

Swiftly he descended the face of the cliffanddropping
into a narrow ravine which led down to the far foresthe
hastened onward in the direction of the smoke. Striking the
forest's edge about a quarter of a mile from the point at
which the slender column arose into the still airhe took to
the trees. Cautiously he approached until there suddenly
burst upon his view a rude BOMAin the center of which
squatted about their tiny firessat his fifty black Waziri.
He called to them in their own tongue:

Arise, my children, and greet thy king!

With exclamations of surprise and fear the warriors leaped
to their feetscarcely knowing whether to flee or not.
Then Tarzan dropped lightly from an overhanging branch into
their midst. When they realized that it was indeed their
chief in the fleshand no materialized spiritthey went mad
with joy.

We were cowards, oh, Waziri,cried Busuli. "We ran
away and left you to your fate; but when our panic was
over we swore to return and save youor at least take
revenge upon your murderers. We were but now preparing to
scale the heights once more and cross the desolate valley to
the terrible city."

Have you seen fifty frightful men pass down from the
cliffs into this forest, my children?asked Tarzan.

Yes, Waziri,replied Busuli. "They passed us late yesterday
as we were about to turn back after you. They had no woodcraft.
We heard them coming for a mile before we saw themand as we
had other business in hand we withdrew into the forest and let
them pass. They were waddling rapidly along upon short legs
and now and then one would go upon all fours like Bolgani
the gorilla. They were indeed fifty frightful menWaziri."

When Tarzan had related his adventures and told them
of the yellow metal he had foundnot one demurred when
he outlined a plan to return by night and bring away what
they could carry of the vast treasure; and so it was that as
dusk fell across the desolate valley of Opar fifty ebon
warriors trailed at a smart trot over the dry and dusty
ground toward the giant bowlder that loomed before the city.

If it had seemed a difficult task to descend the face of
the bowlderTarzan soon found that it would be next to
impossible to get his fifty warriors to the summit. Finally the
feat was accomplished by dint of herculean efforts upon the
part of the ape-man. Ten spears were fastened end to end
and with one end of this remarkable chain attached to his
waistTarzan at last succeeded in reaching the summit.

Once therehe drew up one of his blacksand in this way
the entire party was finally landed in safety upon the
bowlder's top. Immediately Tarzan led them to the
treasure chamberwhere to each was allotted a load of
two ingotsfor each about eighty pounds.

By midnight the entire party stood once more at the
foot of the bowlderbut with their heavy loads it was midforenoon
ere they reached the summit of the cliffs.
From there on the homeward journey was slowas these proud
fighting men were unaccustomed to the duties of porters.
But they bore their burdens uncomplaininglyand at the end
of thirty days entered their own country.

Hereinstead of continuing on toward the northwest and
their villageTarzan guided them almost directly westuntil
on the morning of the thirty-third day he bade them break
camp and return to their own villageleaving the gold where
they had stacked it the previous night.

And you, Waziri?they asked.

I shall remain here for a few days, my children,he replied.
Now hasten back to thy wives and children.

When they had gone Tarzan gathered up two of the ingots
andspringing into a treeran lightly above the tangled and
impenetrable mass of undergrowth for a couple of hundred yards
to emerge suddenly upon a circular clearing about which the
giants of the jungle forest towered like a guardian host.
In the center of this natural amphitheaterwas a little
flat-topped mound of hard earth.

Hundreds of times before had Tarzan been to this secluded
spotwhich was so densely surrounded by thorn bushes
and tangled vines and creepers of huge girth that
not even Sheetathe leopardcould worm his sinuous way

withinnor Tantorwith his giant strengthforce the
barriers which protected the council chamber of the great
apes from all but the harmless denizens of the savage jungle.

Fifty trips Tarzan made before he had deposited all the
ingots within the precincts of the amphitheater. Then from
the hollow of an ancientlightning-blasted tree he produced
the very spade with which he had uncovered the chest of
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter which he had onceapelike
buried in this selfsame spot. With this he dug a long trench
into which he laid the fortune that his blacks had carried
from the forgotten treasure vaults of the city of Opar.

That night he slept within the amphitheaterand early the
next morning set out to revisit his cabin before returning to
his Waziri. Finding things as he had left themhe went
forth into the jungle to huntintending to bring his prey to
the cabin where he might feast in comfortspending the
night upon a comfortable couch.

For five miles toward the south he roamedtoward the
banks of a fair-sized river that flowed into the sea about six
miles from his cabin. He had gone inland about half a mile
when there came suddenly to his trained nostrils the one
scent that sets the whole savage jungle aquiver--Tarzan
smelled man.

The wind was blowing off the oceanso Tarzan knew that
the authors of the scent were west of him. Mixed with the
man scent was the scent of Numa. Man and lion.
I had better hasten,thought the ape-manfor he had
recognized the scent of whites. "Numa may be a-hunting."

When he came through the trees to the edge of the jungle
he saw a woman kneeling in prayerand before her stood a
wildprimitive-looking white manhis face buried in his arms.
Behind the man a mangy lion was advancing slowly toward this
easy prey. The man's face was averted; the woman's bowed
in prayer. He could not see the features of either.

Already Numa was about to spring. There was not a
second to spare. Tarzan could not even unsling his bow and
fit an arrow in time to send one of his deadly poisoned
shafts into the yellow hide. He was too far away to reach
the beast in time with his knife. There was but a single
hope--a lone alternative. And with the quickness of thought
the ape-man acted.

A brawny arm flew back--for the briefest fraction of an
instant a huge spear poised above the giant's shoulder--and
then the mighty arm shot outand swift death tore through
the intervening leaves to bury itself in the heart of the
leaping lion. Without a sound he rolled over at the very
feet of his intended victims--dead.

For a moment neither the man nor the woman moved. Then the
latter opened her eyes to look with wonder upon the dead
beast behind her companion. As that beautiful head went
up Tarzan of the Apes gave a gasp of incredulous astonishment.
Was he mad? It could not be the woman he loved!
Butindeedit was none other.

And the woman roseand the man took her in his arms
to kiss herand of a sudden the ape-man saw red through

a bloody mist of murderand the old scar upon his
forehead burned scarlet against his brown hide.

There was a terrible expression upon his savage face as he
fitted a poisoned shaft to his bow. An ugly light gleamed
in those gray eyes as he sighted full at the back of the
unsuspecting man beneath him.

For an instant he glanced along the polished shaft
drawing the bowstring far backthat the arrow might pierce
through the heart for which it was aimed.

But he did not release the fatal messenger. Slowly the
point of the arrow drooped; the scar upon the brown
forehead faded; the bowstring relaxed; and Tarzan of the Apes
with bowed headturned sadly into the jungle toward the
village of the Waziri.

Chapter 23

The Fifty Frightful Men

For several long minutes Jane Porter and William Cecil
Clayton stood silently looking at the dead body of the
beast whose prey they had so narrowly escaped becoming.

The girl was the first to speak again after her outbreak
of impulsive avowal.

Who could it have been?she whispered.

God knows!was the man's only reply.

If it is a friend, why does he not show himself?
continued Jane. "Wouldn't it be well to call out to him
and at least thank him?"

Mechanically Clayton did her biddingbut there was no response.

Jane Porter shuddered. "The mysterious jungle she murmured.
The terrible jungle. It renders even the manifestations of
friendship terrifying."

We had best return to the shelter,said Clayton. "You
will be at least a little safer there. I am no protection
whatever he added bitterly.

Do not say thatWilliam she hastened to urge, acutely
sorry for the wound her words had caused. You have
done the best you could. You have been nobleand selfsacrificing
and brave. It is no fault of yours that you are
not a superman. There is only one other man I have ever
known who could have done more than you. My words were
ill chosen in the excitement of the reaction--I did not wish
to wound you. All that I wish is that we may both understand
once and for all that I can never marry you--that such a
marriage would be wicked."

I think I understand,he replied. "Let us not speak of
it again--at least until we are back in civilization."

The next day Thuran was worse. Almost constantly he was in
a state of delirium. They could do nothing to relieve him
nor was Clayton over-anxious to attempt anything. On the
girl's account he feared the Russian--in the bottom

of his heart he hoped the man would die. The thought
that something might befall him that would leave her
entirely at the mercy of this beast caused him greater
anxiety than the probability that almost certain death
awaited her should she be left entirely alone upon the
outskirts of the cruel forest.

The Englishman had extracted the heavy spear from the body
of the lionso that when he went into the forest to hunt
that morning he had a feeling of much greater security than
at any time since they had been cast upon the savage shore.
The result was that he penetrated farther from the shelter
than ever before.

To escape as far as possible from the mad ravings of the
fever-stricken RussianJane Porter had descended from the
shelter to the foot of the tree--she dared not venture farther.
Herebeside the crude ladder Clayton had constructed for her
she sat looking out to seain the always surviving hope
that a vessel might be sighted.

Her back was toward the jungleand so she did not see
the grasses partor the savage face that peered from between.
Littlebloodshotclose-set eyes scanned her intently
roving from time to time about the open beach for indications
of the presence of others than herself. Presently another
head appearedand then another and another. The man in
the shelter commenced to rave againand the heads
disappeared as silently and as suddenly as they had come.
But soon they were thrust forth once moreas the girl
gave no sign of perturbation at the continued wailing
of the man above.

One by one grotesque forms emerged from the jungle to
creep stealthily upon the unsuspecting woman. A faint
rustling of the grasses attracted her attention. She turned
and at the sight that confronted her staggered to her
feet with a little shriek of fear. Then they closed upon her
with a rush. Lifting her bodily in his longgorilla-like arms
one of the creatures turned and bore her into the jungle.
A filthy paw covered her mouth to stifle her screams.
Added to the weeks of torture she had already undergone
the shock was more than she could withstand. Shattered nerves
collapsedand she lost consciousness.
When she regained her senses she found herself in the
thick of the primeval forest. It was night. A huge fire burned
brightly in the little clearing in which she lay. About it
squatted fifty frightful men. Their heads and faces were
covered with matted hair. Their long arms rested upon the bent
knees of their shortcrooked legs. They were gnawinglike
beastsupon unclean food. A pot boiled upon the edge of the
fireand out of it one of the creatures would occasionally
drag a hunk of meat with a sharpened stick.

When they discovered that their captive had regained
consciousnessa piece of this repulsive stew was tossed to her
from the foul hand of a nearby feaster. It rolled close to her
sidebut she only closed her eyes as a qualm of nausea
surged through her.

For many days they traveled through the dense forest. The girl
footsore and exhaustedwas half draggedhalf pushed through
the longhottedious days. Occasionallywhen she would
stumble and fallshe was cuffed and kicked by the nearest
of the frightful men. Long before they reached their
journey's end her shoes had been discarded--the soles
entirely gone. Her clothes were torn to mere shreds and
tattersand through the pitiful rags her once white and
tender skin showed raw and bleeding from contact with the
thousand pitiless thorns and brambles through which she
had been dragged.

The last two days of the journey found her in such utter
exhaustion that no amount of kicking and abuse could force
her to her poorbleeding feet. Outraged nature had reached
the limit of enduranceand the girl was physically powerless
to raise herself even to her knees.

As the beasts surrounded herchattering threateningly the
while they goaded her with their cudgels and beat and kicked
her with their fists and feetshe lay with closed eyes
praying for the merciful death that she knew alone could
give her surcease from suffering; but it did not comeand
presently the fifty frightful men realized that their victim
was no longer able to walkand so they picked her up and
carried her the balance of the journey.

Late one afternoon she saw the ruined walls of a mighty
city looming before thembut so weak and sick was she
that it inspired not the faintest shadow of interest.
Wherever they were bearing herthere could be but one
end to her captivity among these fierce half brutes.

At last they passed through two great walls and came
to the ruined city within. Into a crumbling pile they bore
herand here she was surrounded by hundreds more of the
same creatures that had brought her; but among them were
females who looked less horrible. At sight of them the
first faint hope that she had entertained came to mitigate
her misery. But it was short-livedfor the women offered
her no sympathythoughon the other handneither did
they abuse her.

After she had been inspected to the entire satisfaction
of the inmates of the building she was borne to a dark
chamber in the vaults beneathand here upon the bare floor
she was leftwith a metal bowl of water and another of food.

For a week she saw only some of the women whose duty
it was to bring her food and water. Slowly her strength was
returning--soon she would be in fit condition to offer as
a sacrifice to The Flaming God. Fortunate indeed it was that
she could not know the fate for which she was destined.

As Tarzan of the Apes moved slowly through the jungle
after casting the spear that saved Clayton and Jane Porter
from the fangs of Numahis mind was filled with all the
sorrow that belongs to a freshly opened heart wound.

He was glad that he had stayed his hand in time to
prevent the consummation of the thing that in the first mad
wave of jealous wrath he had contemplated. Only the fraction

of a second had stood between Clayton and death at the
hands of the ape-man. In the short moment that had
elapsed after he had recognized the girl and her companion
and the relaxing of the taut muscles that held the poisoned
shaft directed at the Englishman's heartTarzan had been
swayed by the swift and savage impulses of brute life.

He had seen the woman he craved--his woman--his mate
--in the arms of another. There had been but one course
open to himaccording to the fierce jungle code that guided
him in this other existence; but just before it had become
too late the softer sentiments of his inherent chivalry had
risen above the flaming fires of his passion and saved him.
A thousand times he gave thanks that they had triumphed
before his fingers had released that polished arrow.

As he contemplated his return to the Waziri the idea became
repugnant. He did not wish to see a human being again.
At least he would range alone through the jungle for a time
until the sharp edge of his sorrow had become blunted. Like his
fellow beastshe preferred to suffer in silence and alone.

That night he slept again in the amphitheater of the apes
and for several days he hunted from therereturning at night.
On the afternoon of the third day he returned early.
He had lain stretched upon the soft grass of the circular
clearing for but a few moments when he heard far to the
south a familiar sound. It was the passing through the
jungle of a band of great apes--he could not mistake that.
For several minutes he lay listening. They were coming
in the direction of the amphitheater.

Tarzan arose lazily and stretched himself. His keen ears
followed every movement of the advancing tribe. They were
upwindand presently he caught their scentthough he had
not needed this added evidence to assure him that he was right.

As they came closer to the amphitheater Tarzan of the Apes
melted into the branches upon the other side of the arena.
There he waited to inspect the newcomers. Nor had he long
to wait.

Presently a fiercehairy face appeared among the lower
branches opposite him. The cruel little eyes took in the
clearing at a glancethen there was a chattered report
returned to those behind. Tarzan could hear the words.
The scout was telling the other members of the tribe that the
coast was clear and that they might enter the amphitheater
in safety.

First the leader dropped lightly upon the soft carpet of
the grassy floorand thenone by onenearly a hundred
anthropoids followed him. There were the huge adults and
several young. A few nursing babes clung close to the
shaggy necks of their savage mothers.

Tarzan recognized many members of the tribe. It was
the same into which he had come as a tiny babe. Many of
the adults had been little apes during his boyhood. He had
frolicked and played about this very jungle with them
during their brief childhood. He wondered if they would
remember him--the memory of some apes is not overlongand
two years may be an eternity to them.

From the talk which he overheard he learned that they
had come to choose a new king--their late chief had fallen a
hundred feet beneath a broken limb to an untimely end.

Tarzan walked to the end of an overhanging limb in
plain view of them. The quick eyes of a female caught
sight of him first. With a barking guttural she called
the attention of the others. Several huge bulls stood
erect to get a better view of the intruder. With bared
fangs and bristling necks they advanced slowly toward him
with deep-throatedominous growls.

Karnath, I am Tarzan of the Apes,said the ape-man in
the vernacular of the tribe. "You remember me. Together we
teased Numa when we were still little apesthrowing sticks
and nuts at him from the safety of high branches."

The brute he had addressed stopped with a look of halfcomprehending
dull wonderment upon his savage face.

And Magor,continued Tarzanaddressing anotherdo you
not recall your former king--he who slew the mighty Kerchak?
Look at me! Am I not the same Tarzan--mighty hunter--invincible
fighter--that you all knew for many seasons?

The apes all crowded forward nowbut more in curiosity
than threatening. They muttered among themselves for
a few moments.

What do you want among us now?asked Karnath.

Only peace,answered the ape-man.

Again the apes conferred. At length Karnath spoke again.

Come in peace, then, Tarzan of the Apes,he said.

And so Tarzan of the Apes dropped lightly to the turf
into the midst of the fierce and hideous horde--he had
completed the cycle of evolutionand had returned to be once
again a brute among brutes.

There were no greetings such as would have taken place
among men after a separation of two years. The majority
of the apes went on about the little activities that the
advent of the ape-man had interruptedpaying no further
attention to him than as though he had not been gone from
the tribe at all.

One or two young bulls who had not been old enough
to remember him sidled up on all fours to sniff at himand
one bared his fangs and growled threateningly--he wished
to put Tarzan immediately into his proper place. Had Tarzan
backed offgrowlingthe young bull would quite probably
have been satisfiedbut always after Tarzan's station among
his fellow apes would have been beneath that of the bull
which had made him step aside.

But Tarzan of the Apes did not back off. Insteadhe swung
his giant palm with all the force of his mighty musclesand
catching the young bull alongside the headsent him
sprawling across the turf. The ape was up and at him again
in a secondand this time they closed with tearing fingers
and rending fangs--or at least that had been the intention of

the young bull; but scarcely had they gone downgrowling
and snappingthan the ape-man's fingers found the throat
of his antagonist.

Presently the young bull ceased to struggleand lay quite still.
Then Tarzan released his hold and arose--he did not wish to kill
only to teach the young apeand others who might be watching
that Tarzan of the Apes was still master.

The lesson served its purpose--the young apes kept out
of his wayas young apes should when their betters were
aboutand the old bulls made no attempt to encroach upon
his prerogatives. For several days the she-apes with young
remained suspicious of himand when he ventured too near
rushed upon him with wide mouths and hideous roars.
Then Tarzan discreetly skipped out of harm's wayfor
that also is a custom among the apes--only mad bulls will
attack a mother. But after a while even they became
accustomed to him.

He hunted with them as in days gone byand when they
found that his superior reason guided him to the best food
sourcesand that his cunning rope ensnared toothsome game
that they seldom if ever tastedthey came again to look up
to him as they had in the past after he had become their king.
And so it was that before they left the amphitheater to return
to their wanderings they had once more chosen him as their leader.

The ape-man felt quite contented with his new lot. He was
not happy--that he never could be againbut he was at
least as far from everything that might remind him of his
past misery as he could be. Long since he had given up every
intention of returning to civilizationand now he had decided
to see no more his black friends of the Waziri. He had
foresworn humanity forever. He had started life an ape--as
an ape he would die.

He could nothowevererase from his memory the fact
that the woman he loved was within a short journey of the
stamping-ground of his tribe; nor could he banish the
haunting fear that she might be constantly in danger.
That she was illy protected he had seen in the brief
instant that had witnessed Clayton's inefficiency.
The more Tarzan thought of itthe more keenly his
conscience pricked him.

Finally he came to loathe himself for permitting his own selfish
sorrow and jealousy to stand between Jane Porter and safety.
As the days passed the thing preyed more and more upon
his mindand he had about determined to return to the
coast and place himself on guard over Jane Porter and
Claytonwhen news reached him that altered all his plans
and sent him dashing madly toward the east in reckless
disregard of accident and death.

Before Tarzan had returned to the tribea certain young
bullnot being able to secure a mate from among his own
peoplehadaccording to customfared forth through the
wild junglelike some knight-errant of oldto win a fair
lady from some neighboring community.

He had but just returned with his brideand was narrating his
adventures quickly before he should forget them. Among other
things he told of seeing a great tribe of strange-looking apes.

They were all hairy-faced bulls but one,he saidand
that one was a she, lighter in color even than this stranger,
and he chucked a thumb at Tarzan.

The ape-man was all attention in an instant. He asked
questions as rapidly as the slow-witted anthropoid could
answer them.

Were the bulls short, with crooked legs?

They were.

Did they wear the skins of Numa and Sheeta about their
loins, and carry sticks and knives?

They did.

And were there many yellow rings about their arms and legs?


And the she one--was she small and slender, and very white?


Did she seem to be one of the tribe, or was she a prisoner?

They dragged her along--sometimes by an arm--sometimes
by the long hair that grew upon her head; and always they
kicked and beat her. Oh, but it was great fun to watch them.

God!muttered Tarzan.

Where were they when you saw them, and which way
were they going?continued the ape-man.

They were beside the second water back there,and he
pointed to the south. "When they passed me they were going
toward the morningupward along the edge of the water."

When was this?asked Tarzan.

Half a moon since.

Without another word the ape-man sprang into the trees
and fled like a disembodied spirit eastward in the direction
of the forgotten city of Opar.

Chapter 24

How Tarzan Came Again to Opar

When Clayton returned to the shelter and found Jane Porter
was missinghe became frantic with fear and grief.
He found Monsieur Thuran quite rationalthe fever having
left him with the surprising suddenness which is one
of its peculiarities. The Russianweak and exhausted
still lay upon his bed of grasses within the shelter.

When Clayton asked him about the girl he seemed surprised
to know that she was not there.

I have heard nothing unusual,he said. "But then I have
been unconscious much of the time."

Had it not been for the man's very evident weakness
Clayton should have suspected him of having sinister
knowledge of the girl's whereabouts; but he could see that
Thuran lacked sufficient vitality even to descendunaided
from the shelter. He could notin his present physical
conditionhave harmed the girlnor could he have climbed
the rude ladder back to the shelter.

Until dark the Englishman searched the nearby jungle for a
trace of the missing one or a sign of the trail of her abductor.
But though the spoor left by the fifty frightful men
unversed in woodcraft as they werewould have been
as plain to the densest denizen of the jungle as a city street
to the Englishmanyet he crossed and recrossed it twenty
times without observing the slightest indication that many
men had passed that way but a few short hours since.

As he searchedClayton continued to call the girl's name
aloudbut the only result of this was to attract Numa
the lion. Fortunately the man saw the shadowy form worming
its way toward him in time to climb into the branches of a tree
before the beast was close enough to reach him. This put an
end to his search for the balance of the afternoonas the
lion paced back and forth beneath him until dark.

Even after the beast had leftClayton dared not descend
into the awful blackness beneath himand so he spent a
terrifying and hideous night in the tree. The next morning
he returned to the beachrelinquishing the last hope of
succoring Jane Porter.

During the week that followedMonsieur Thuran rapidly
regained his strengthlying in the shelter while Clayton
hunted food for both. The men never spoke except as
necessity demanded. Clayton now occupied the section of
the shelter which had been reserved for Jane Porterand
only saw the Russian when he took food or water to himor
performed the other kindly offices which common humanity required.

When Thuran was again able to descend in search of food
Clayton was stricken with fever. For days he lay tossing
in delirium and sufferingbut not once did the Russian
come near him. Food the Englishman could not have eaten
but his craving for water amounted practically to torture.
Between the recurrent attacks of deliriumweak though he
washe managed to reach the brook once a day and fill a tiny
can that had been among the few appointments of the lifeboat.

Thuran watched him on these occasions with an expression
of malignant pleasure--he seemed really to enjoy the
suffering of the man whodespite the just contempt in which
he held himhad ministered to him to the best of his
ability while he lay suffering the same agonies.
At last Clayton became so weak that he was no longer
able to descend from the shelter. For a day he suffered for
water without appealing to the Russianbut finallyunable
to endure it longerhe asked Thuran to fetch him a drink.
The Russian came to the entrance to Clayton's rooma

dish of water in his hand. A nasty grin contorted his features.

Here is water,he said. "But first let me remind you that
you maligned me before the girl--that you kept her to
yourselfand would not share her with me--"

Clayton interrupted him. "Stop!" he cried. Stop!
What manner of cur are you that you traduce the character
of a good woman whom we believe dead! God! I was a fool
ever to let you live--you are not fit to live even in
this vile land."

Here is your water,said the Russian. "All you will
get and he raised the basin to his lips and drank; what
was left he threw out upon the ground below. Then he turned
and left the sick man.

Clayton rolled over, and, burying his face in his arms, gave
up the battle.

The next day Thuran determined to set out toward the
north along the coast, for he knew that eventually he must
come to the habitations of civilized men--at least he could
be no worse off than he was here, and, furthermore, the
ravings of the dying Englishman were getting on his nerves.
So he stole Clayton's spear and set off upon his journey.
He would have killed the sick man before he left had it not
occurred to him that it would really have been a kindness
to do so.

That same day he came to a little cabin by the beach,
and his heart filled with renewed hope as he saw this
evidence of the proximity of civilization, for he thought it
but the outpost of a nearby settlement. Had he known to
whom it belonged, and that its owner was at that very moment
but a few miles inland, Nikolas Rokoff would have
fled the place as he would a pestilence. But he did not
know, and so he remained for a few days to enjoy the
security and comparative comforts of the cabin. Then he
took up his northward journey once more.

In Lord Tennington's camp preparations were going forward
to build permanent quarters, and then to send out an
expedition of a few men to the north in search of relief.

As the days had passed without bringing the longed-for
succor, hope that Jane Porter, Clayton, and Monsieur Thuran
had been rescued began to die. No one spoke of the matter
longer to Professor Porter, and he was so immersed in his
scientific dreaming that he was not aware of the elapse of time.

Occasionally he would remark that within a few days
they should certainly see a steamer drop anchor off their
shore, and that then they should all be reunited happily.
Sometimes he spoke of it as a train, and wondered if it were
being delayed by snowstorms.

If I didn't know the dear old fellow so well by now
Tennington remarked to Miss Strong, I should be quite
certain that he was--er--not quite rightdon't you know."
If it were not so pathetic it would be ridiculous,said
the girlsadly. "Iwho have known him all my lifeknow
how he worships Jane; but to others it must seem that he is
perfectly callous to her fate. It is only that he is so

absolutely impractical that he cannot conceive of so real a
thing as death unless nearly certain proof of it is thrust
upon him."

You'd never guess what he was about yesterday,
continued Tennington. "I was coming in alone from
a little hunt when I met him walking rapidly along the
game trail that I was following back to camp. His hands
were clasped beneath the tails of his long black coat
and his top hat was set firmly down upon his head
as with eyes bent upon the ground he hastened on
probably to some sudden death had I not intercepted him.

`Why, where in the world are you bound, professor?' I
asked him. `I am going into town, Lord Tennington,' he said,
as seriously as possible, `to complain to the postmaster about
the rural free delivery service we are suffering from here.
Why, sir, I haven't had a piece of mail in weeks. There should
be several letters for me from Jane. The matter must be
reported to Washington at once.'

And would you believe itMiss Strong continued Tennington,
I had the very deuce of a job to convince the old
fellow that there was not only no rural free deliverybut
no townand that he was not even on the same continent as
Washingtonnor in the same hemisphere.

When he did realize he commenced to worry about his
daughter--I think it is the first time that he really
has appreciated our position here, or the fact that Miss
Porter may not have been rescued.

I hate to think about it,said the girland yet I can
think of nothing else than the absent members of our party.

Let us hope for the best,replied Tennington. "You yourself
have set us each a splendid example of braveryfor in a
way your loss has been the greatest."

Yes,she replied; "I could have loved Jane Porter no more
had she been my own sister."

Tennington did not show the surprise he felt. That was not
at all what he meant. He had been much with this fair
daughter of Maryland since the wreck of the LADY ALICE
and it had recently come to him that he had grown much more
fond of her than would prove good for the peace of his mind
for he recalled almost constantly now the confidence which
Monsieur Thuran had imparted to him that he and Miss Strong
were engaged. He wondered ifafter allThuran had been
quite accurate in his statement. He had never seen the slightest
indication on the girl's part of more than ordinary friendship.

And then in Monsieur Thuran's loss, if they are lost, you
would suffer a severe bereavement,he ventured.

She looked up at him quickly. "Monsieur Thuran had become
a very dear friend she said. I liked him very much
though I have known him but a short time."

Then you were not engaged to marry him?he blurted out.
Heavens, nol!she cried. "I did not care for him at all
in that way."

There was something that Lord Tennington wanted to say
to Hazel Strong--he wanted very badly to say itand to
say it at once; but somehow the words stuck in his throat.
He started lamely a couple of timescleared his throat
became red in the faceand finally ended by remarking
that he hoped the cabins would be finished before the
rainy season commenced.

Butthough he did not know ithe had conveyed to the
girl the very message he intendedand it left her happy-happier
than she had ever before been in all her life.

Just then further conversation was interrupted by the sight
of a strange and terrible-looking figure which emerged from
the jungle just south of the camp. Tennington and the girl
saw it at the same time. The Englishman reached for his
revolverbut when the half-nakedbearded creature called
his name aloud and came running toward them he dropped
his hand and advanced to meet it.

None would have recognized in the filthyemaciated creature
covered by a single garment of small skinsthe immaculate
Monsieur Thuran the party had last seen upon the deck
of the LADY ALICE.

Before the other members of the little community were apprised
of his presence Tennington and Miss Strong questioned him
regarding the other occupants of the missing boat.

They are all dead,replied Thuran. "The three sailors
died before we made land. Miss Porter was carried off into
the jungle by some wild animal while I was lying delirious
with fever. Clayton died of the same fever but a few days since.
And to think that all this time we have been separated by
but a few miles--scarcely a day's march. It is terrible!"

How long Jane Porter lay in the darkness of the vault beneath
the temple in the ancient city of Opar she did not know.
For a time she was delirious with feverbut after this
passed she commenced slowly to regain her strength.
Every day the woman who brought her food beckoned to her
to arisebut for many days the girl could only shake her
head to indicate that she was too weak.

But eventually she was able to gain her feetand then to
stagger a few steps by supporting herself with one hand
upon the wall. Her captors now watched her with
increasing interest. The day was approachingand the
victim was gaining in strength.

Presently the day cameand a young woman whom Jane Porter
had not seen before came with several others to her dungeon.
Here some sort of ceremony was performed--that it was of
a religious nature the girl was sureand so she took
new heartand rejoiced that she had fallen among people
upon whom the refining and softening influences of religion
evidently had fallen. They would treat her humanely--of
that she was now quite sure.

And so when they led her from her dungeonthrough long
dark corridorsand up a flight of concrete steps to a brilliant
courtyardshe went willinglyeven gladly--for was she not
among the servants of God? It might beof coursethat their

interpretation of the supreme being differed from her own
but that they owned a god was sufficient evidence to her that
they were kind and good.

But when she saw a stone altar in the center of the courtyard
and dark-brown stains upon it and the nearby concrete of
the floorshe began to wonder and to doubt. And as they
stooped and bound her anklesand secured her wrists
behind herher doubts were turned to fear. A moment later
as she was lifted and placed supine across the altar's top
hope left her entirelyand she trembled in an agony of fright.

During the grotesque dance of the votaries which followed
she lay frozen in horrornor did she require the sight
of the thin blade in the hands of the high priestess as it
rose slowly above her to enlighten her further as to her doom.

As the hand began its descentJane Porter closed her eyes
and sent up a silent prayer to the Maker she was so soon to
face--then she succumbed to the strain upon her tired
nervesand swooned.

Day and night Tarzan of the Apes raced through the primeval
forest toward the ruined city in which he was positive
the woman he loved lay either a prisoner or dead.

In a day and a night he covered the same distance that
the fifty frightful men had taken the better part of a week to
traversefor Tarzan of the Apes traveled along the middle
terrace high above the tangled obstacles that impede
progress upon the ground.

The story the young bull ape had told made it clear to him
that the girl captive had been Jane Porterfor there was not
another small white "she" in all the jungle. The "bulls" he
had recognized from the ape's crude description as the
grotesque parodies upon humanity who inhabit the ruins of Opar.
And the girl's fate he could picture as plainly as though
he were an eyewitness to it. When they would lay her across
that trim altar he could not guessbut that her dearfrail
body would eventually find its way there he was confident.

Butfinallyafter what seemed long ages to the impatient
ape-manhe topped the barrier cliffs that hemmed the desolate
valleyand below him lay the grim and awful ruins of
the now hideous city of Opar. At a rapid trot he started
across the dry and dustybowlder-strewn ground toward the
goal of his desires.

Would he be in time to rescue? He hoped against hope.
At least he could be revengedand in his wrath it seemed
to him that he was equal to the task of wiping out the entire
population of that terrible city. It was nearly noon when he
reached the great bowlder at the top of which terminated the
secret passage to the pits beneath the city. Like a cat he scaled
the precipitous sides of the frowning granite KOPJE.
A moment later he was running through the darkness of the
longstraight tunnel that led to the treasure vault.
Through this he passedthen on and on until at last he
came to the well-like shaft upon the opposite side of which
lay the dungeon with the false wall.

As he paused a moment upon the brink of the well a faint

sound came to him through the opening above. His quick
ears caught and translated it--it was the dance of death that
preceded a sacrificeand the singsong ritual of the
high priestess. He could even recognize the woman's voice.
Could it be that the ceremony marked the very thing he
had so hastened to prevent? A wave of horror swept over him.
Was heafter allto be just a moment too late? Like a
frightened deer he leaped across the narrow chasm to the
continuation of the passage beyond. At the false wall he
tore like one possessed to demolish the barrier that
confronted him--with giant muscles he forced the opening
thrusting his head and shoulders through the first small
hole he madeand carrying the balance of the wall with him
to clatter resoundingly upon the cement floor of the dungeon.

With a single leap he cleared the length of the chamber and
threw himself against the ancient door. But here he stopped.
The mighty bars upon the other side were proof even against
such muscles as his. It needed but a moment's effort to
convince him of the futility of endeavoring to force that
impregnable barrier. There was but one other wayand that
led back through the long tunnels to the bowlder a mile
beyond the city's wallsand then back across the open as
he had come to the city first with his Waziri.

He realized that to retrace his steps and enter the city
from above ground would mean that he would be too late to
save the girlif it were indeed she who lay upon the sacrificial
altar above him. But there seemed no other wayand so he
turned and ran swiftly back into the passageway beyond the
broken wall. At the well he heard again the monotonous
voice of the high priestessandas he glanced aloftthe
openingtwenty feet aboveseemed so near that he was
tempted to leap for it in a mad endeavor to reach the inner
courtyard that lay so near.

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.
He would attempt it. Turning back to the tumbled wall
he seized one of the largeflat slabs that had composed it.
Hastily making one end of his rope fast to the piece of granite
he returned to the shaftandcoiling the balance of the rope on
the floor beside himthe ape-man took the heavy slab in both
handsandswinging it several times to get the distance and
the direction fixedhe let the weight fly up at a slight angle
so thatinstead of falling straight back into the shaft again
it grazed the far edgetumbling over into the court beyond.

Tarzan dragged for a moment upon the slack end of the
rope until he felt that the stone was lodged with fair
security at the shaft's topthen he swung out over the black
depths beneath. The moment his full weight came upon the
rope he felt it slip from above. He waited there in awful
suspense as it dropped in little jerksinch by inch.
The stone was being dragged up the outside of the masonry
surrounding the top of the shaft--would it catch at the very edge
or would his weight drag it over to fall upon him as he hurtled
into the unknown depths below?

Chapter 25

Through the Forest Primeval

For a briefsickening moment Tarzan felt the slipping of
the rope to which he clungand heard the scraping of
the block of stone against the masonry above.

Then of a sudden the rope was still--the stone had caught at
the very edge. Gingerly the ape-man clambered up the frail rope.
In a moment his head was above the edge of the shaft.
The court was empty. The inhabitants of Opar were viewing
the sacrifice. Tarzan could hear the voice of La from the
nearby sacrificial court. The dance had ceased. It must be
almost time for the knife to fall; but even as he thought these
things he was running rapidly toward the sound of the high
priestess' voice.

Fate guided him to the very doorway of the great roofless chamber.
Between him and the altar was the long row of priests and
priestessesawaiting with their golden cups the spilling
of the warm blood of their victim. La's hand was descending
slowly toward the bosom of the frailquiet figure that lay
stretched upon the hard stone. Tarzan gave a gasp that was
almost a sob as he recognized the features of the girl he loved.
And then the scar upon his forehead turned to a flaming band of
scarleta red mist floated before his eyesandwith the
awful roar of the bull ape gone madhe sprang like a huge
lion into the midst of the votaries.

Seizing a cudgel from the nearest priesthe laid about him like
a veritable demon as he forged his rapid way toward the altar.
The hand of La had paused at the first noise of interruption.
When she saw who the author of it was she went white.
She had never been able to fathom the secret of the
strange white man's escape from the dungeon in which she
had locked him. She had not intended that he should ever
leave Oparfor she had looked upon his giant frame and
handsome face with the eyes of a woman and not those
of a priestess.

In her clever mind she had concocted a story of wonderful
revelation from the lips of the flaming god himself
in which she had been ordered to receive this white
stranger as a messenger from him to his people on earth.
That would satisfy the people of Oparshe knew. The man
would be satisfiedshe felt quite sureto remain and be her
husband rather than to return to the sacrificial altar.

But when she had gone to explain her plan to him he
had disappearedthough the door had been tightly locked
as she had left it. And now he had returned--materialized
from thin air--and was killing her priests as though they
had been sheep. For the moment she forgot her victim
and before she could gather her wits together again the
huge white man was standing before herthe woman who had
lain upon the altar in his arms.

One side, La,he cried. "You saved me onceand so I
would not harm you; but do not interfere or attempt to
followor I shall have to kill you also."

As he spoke he stepped past her toward the entrance to the
subterranean vaults.

Who is she?asked the high priestesspointing at
the unconscious woman.

She is mine,said Tarzan of the Apes.

For a moment the girl of Opar stood wide-eyed and staring.
Then a look of hopeless misery suffused her eyes-tears
welled into themand with a little cry she sank to
the cold floorjust as a swarm of frightful men dashed past
her to leap upon the ape-man.

But Tarzan of the Apes was not there when they reached
out to seize him. With a light bound he had disappeared
into the passage leading to the pits belowand when his
pursuers came more cautiously after they found the chamber
emptythey but laughed and jabbered to one anotherfor
they knew that there was no exit from the pits other than the
one through which he had entered. If he came out at all he
must come this wayand they would wait and watch for him above.

And so Tarzan of the Apescarrying the unconscious Jane
Portercame through the pits of Opar beneath the temple of
The Flaming God without pursuit. But when the men of
Opar had talked further about the matterthey recalled to
mind that this very man had escaped once before into the
pitsandthough they had watched the entrance he had
not come forth; and yet today he had come upon them from
the outside. They would again send fifty men out into the
valley to find and capture this desecrater of their temple.

After Tarzan reached the shaft beyond the broken wall
he felt so positive of the successful issue of his flight that
he stopped to replace the tumbled stonesfor he was not
anxious that any of the inmates should discover this
forgotten passageand through it come upon the treasure chamber.
It was in his mind to return again to Opar and bear away
a still greater fortune than he had already buried in the
amphitheater of the apes.

On through the passageways he trottedpast the first door
and through the treasure vault; past the second door and
into the longstraight tunnel that led to the lofty hidden
exit beyond the city. Jane Porter was still unconscious.

At the crest of the great bowlder he halted to cast a
backward glance toward the city. Coming across the plain
he saw a band of the hideous men of Opar. For a moment
he hesitated. Should he descend and make a race for the distant
cliffsor should he hide here until night? And then a glance at
the girl's white face determined him. He could not keep her
here and permit her enemies to get between them and liberty.
For aught he knew they might have been followed
through the tunnelsand to have foes before and behind
would result in almost certain capturesince he could not
fight his way through the enemy burdened as he was with
the unconscious girl.

To descend the steep face of the bowlder with Jane
Porter was no easy taskbut by binding her across his
shoulders with the grass rope he succeeded in reaching the
ground in safety before the Oparians arrived at the great rock.
As the descent had been made upon the side away from the city
the searching party saw nothing of itnor did they dream
that their prey was so close before them.

By keeping the KOPJE between them and their pursuers
Tarzan of the Apes managed to cover nearly a mile before
the men of Opar rounded the granite sentinel and saw
the fugitive before them. With loud cries of savage delight
they broke into a mad runthinking doubtless that they
would soon overhaul the burdened runner; but they both
underestimated the powers of the ape-man and overestimated
the possibilities of their own shortcrooked legs.

By maintaining an easy trotTarzan kept the distance
between them always the same. Occasionally he would glance
at the face so near his own. Had it not been for the faint
beating of the heart pressed so close against his ownhe
would not have known that she was aliveso white and drawn
was the poortired face.

And thus they came to the flat-topped mountain and the
barrier cliffs. During the last mile Tarzan had let himself out
running like a deer that he might have ample time to descend
the face of the cliffs before the Oparians could reach the
summit and hurl rocks down upon them. And so it was that
he was half a mile down the mountainside ere the fierce little
men came panting to the edge.

With cries of rage and disappointment they ranged along
the cliff top shaking their cudgelsand dancing up and
down in a perfect passion of anger. But this time they did
not pursue beyond the boundary of their own country.
Whether it was because they recalled the futility of their
former long and irksome searchor after witnessing the ease
with which the ape-man swung along before themand the
last burst of speedthey realized the utter hopelessness of
further pursuitit is difficult to say; but as Tarzan reached
the woods that began at the base of the foothills which
skirted the barrier cliffs they turned their faces once more
toward Opar.

Just within the forest's edgewhere he could yet watch the
cliff topsTarzan laid his burden upon the grassand going to
the near-by rivulet brought water with which he bathed
her face and hands; but even this did not revive herand
greatly worriedhe gathered the girl into his strong arms once
more and hurried on toward the west.

Late in the afternoon Jane Porter regained consciousness.
She did not open her eyes at once--she was trying to recall
the scenes that she had last witnessed. Ahshe remembered now.
The altarthe terrible priestessthe descending knife.
She gave a little shudderfor she thought that either this was
death or that the knife had buried itself in her heart and
she was experiencing the brief delirium preceding death.
And when finally she mustered courage to open her eyes
the sight that met them confirmed her fearsfor she saw that
she was being borne through a leafy paradise in the arms
of her dead love. "If this be death she murmured, thank
God that I am dead."

You spoke, Jane!cried Tarzan. "You are regaining consciousness!"

Yes, Tarzan of the Apes,she repliedand for the first
time in months a smile of peace and happiness lighted her face.

Thank God!cried the ape-mancoming to the ground in

a little grassy clearing beside the stream. "I was in time
after all."

In time? What do you mean?she questioned.

In time to save you from death upon the altar, dear,
he replied. "Do you not remember?"
Save me from death?she askedin a puzzled tone.
Are we not both dead, my Tarzan?

He had placed her upon the grass by nowher back resting
against the stem of a huge tree. At her question he
stepped back where he could the better see her face.

Dead!he repeatedand then he laughed. "You are not
Jane; and if you will return to the city of Opar and ask
them who dwell there they will tell you that I was not dead
a few short hours ago. Nodearwe are both very much alive."

But both Hazel and Monsieur Thuran told me that you
had fallen into the ocean many miles from land,she urged
as though trying to convince him that he must indeed
be dead. "They said that there was no question but that
it must have been youand less that you could have survived
or been picked up."

How can I convince you that I am no spirit?he asked
with a laugh. "It was I whom the delightful Monsieur Thuran
pushed overboardbut I did not drown--I will tell you all
about it after a while--and here I am very much the same
wild man you first knewJane Porter."

The girl rose slowly to her feet and came toward him.

I cannot even yet believe it,she murmured. "It cannot
be that such happiness can be true after all the hideous
things that I have passed through these awful months since
the LADY ALICE went down."

She came close to him and laid a handsoft and trembling
upon his arm.

It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken
in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my
heart--kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever.

Tarzan of the Apes needed no second invitation. He took
the girl he loved in his strong armsand kissed her not once
but a hundred timesuntil she lay there panting for breath;
yet when he stopped she put her arms about his neck and
drew his lips down to hers once more.

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?he asked.

If you are not alive, my man,she answeredI pray
that I may die thus before I awaken to the terrible
realities of my last waking moments.

For a while both were silent--gazing into each others'
eyes as though each still questioned the reality of the
wonderful happiness that had come to them. The pastwith all
its hideous disappointments and horrorswas forgotten--the
future did not belong to them; but the present--ahit was
theirs; none could take it from them. It was the girl who

first broke the sweet silence.

Where are we going, dear?she asked. "What are we
going to do?"

Where would you like best to go?he asked. "What would
you like best to do?"

To go where you go, my man; to do whatever seems
best to you,she answered.

But Clayton?he asked. For a moment he had forgotten
that there existed upon the earth other than they two.
We have forgotten your husband.

I am not married, Tarzan of the Apes,she cried.
Nor am I longer promised in marriage. The day before those
awful creatures captured me I spoke to Mr. Clayton of my
love for you, and he understood then that I could not keep
the wicked promise that I had made. It was after we had
been miraculously saved from an attacking lion.She paused
suddenly and looked up at hima questioning light in her eyes.
Tarzan of the Apes,she criedit was you who did
that thing? It could have been no other.

He dropped his eyesfor he was ashamed.

How could you have gone away and left me?she cried reproachfully.

Don't, Jane!he pleaded. "Please don't! You cannot
know how I have suffered since for the cruelty of that act
or how I suffered thenfirst in jealous rageand then in
bitter resentment against the fate that I had not deserved.
I went back to the apes after thatJaneintending never
again to see a human being." He told her then of his life
since he had returned to the jungle--of how he had dropped
like a plummet from a civilized Parisian to a savage Waziri
warriorand from there back to the brute that he had been raised.

She asked him many questionsand at last fearfully of the
things that Monsieur Thuran had told her--of the woman in Paris.
He narrated every detail of his civilized life to her
omitting nothingfor he felt no shamesince his heart always
had been true to her. When he had finished he sat looking at
heras though waiting for her judgmentand his sentence.

I knew that he was not speaking the truth,she said.
Oh, what a horrible creature he is!

You are not angry with me, then?he asked.

And her replythough apparently most irrelevantwas
truly feminine.

Is Olga de Coude very beautiful?she asked.

And Tarzan laughed and kissed her again. "Not one-tenth
so beautiful as youdear he said.

She gave a contented little sigh, and let her head rest
against his shoulder. He knew that he was forgiven.

That night Tarzan built a snug little bower high among
the swaying branches of a giant tree, and there the tired

girl slept, while in a crotch beneath her the ape-man curled,
ready, even in sleep, to protect her.

It took them many days to make the long journey to
the coast. Where the way was easy they walked hand in hand
beneath the arching boughs of the mighty forest, as might
in a far-gone past have walked their primeval forbears.
When the underbrush was tangled he took her in his great arms,
and bore her lightly through the trees, and the days were all
too short, for they were very happy. Had it not been for
their anxiety to reach and succor Clayton they would have drawn
out the sweet pleasure of that wonderful journey indefinitely.

On the last day before they reached the coast Tarzan caught
the scent of men ahead of them--the scent of black men.
He told the girl, and cautioned her to maintain silence.
There are few friends in the jungle he remarked dryly.

In half an hour they came stealthily upon a small party of
black warriors filing toward the west. As Tarzan saw them
he gave a cry of delight--it was a band of his own Waziri.
Busuli was there, and others who had accompanied him to Opar.
At sight of him they danced and cried out in exuberant joy.
For weeks they had been searching for him, they told him.

The blacks exhibited considerable wonderment at the
presence of the white girl with him, and when they found that
she was to be his woman they vied with one another to do
her honor. With the happy Waziri laughing and dancing
about them they came to the rude shelter by the shore.

There was no sign of life, and no response to their calls.
Tarzan clambered quickly to the interior of the little tree
hut, only to emerge a moment later with an empty tin.
Throwing it down to Busuli, he told him to fetch water, and
then he beckoned Jane Porter to come up.

Together they leaned over the emaciated thing that once
had been an English nobleman. Tears came to the girl's eyes
as she saw the poor, sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, and the
lines of suffering upon the once young and handsome face.

He still lives said Tarzan. We will do all that can be
done for himbut I fear that we are too late."

When Busuli had brought the water Tarzan forced a few
drops between the cracked and swollen lips. He wetted the
hot forehead and bathed the pitiful limbs.

Presently Clayton opened his eyes. A faintshadowy smile
lighted his countenance as he saw the girl leaning over him.
At sight of Tarzan the expression changed to one of wonderment.

It's all right, old fellow,said the ape-man. "We've found
you in time. Everything will be all right nowand we'll
have you on your feet again before you know it."

The Englishman shook his head weakly. "It's too late
he whispered. But it's just as well. I'd rather die."

Where is Monsieur Thuran?asked the girl.

He left me after the fever got bad. He is a devil.
When I begged for the water that I was too weak to get he drank

before me, threw the rest out, and laughed in my face.
At the thought of it the man was suddenly animated by a spark
of vitality. He raised himself upon one elbow. "Yes he
almost shouted; I will live. I will live long enough to find
and kill that beast!" But the brief effort left him weaker than
beforeand he sank back again upon the rotting grasses that
with his old ulsterhad been the bed of Jane Porter.

Don't worry about Thuran,said Tarzan of the Apes
laying a reassuring hand on Clayton's forehead. "He belongs
to meand I shall get him in the endnever fear."

For a long time Clayton lay very still. Several times
Tarzan had to put his ear quite close to the sunken chest
to catch the faint beating of the wornout heart.
Toward evening he aroused again for a brief moment.

Jane,he whispered. The girl bent her head closer to catch
the faint message. "I have wronged you--and him he nodded
weakly toward the ape-man. I loved you so--it is a poor
excuse to offer for injuring you; but I could not bear to
think of giving you up. I do not ask your forgiveness. I only
wish to do now the thing I should have done over a year ago."
He fumbled in the pocket of the ulster beneath him
for something that he had discovered there while he lay
between the paroxysms of fever. Presently he found it--a
crumpled bit of yellow paper. He handed it to the girl
and as she took it his arm fell limply across his chesthis
head dropped backand with a little gasp he stiffened and
was still. Then Tarzan of the Apes drew a fold of the ulster
across the upturned face.

For a moment they remained kneeling therethe girl's
lips moving in silent prayerand as they rose and stood on
either side of the now peaceful formtears came to the ape-
man's eyesfor through the anguish that his own heart had
suffered he had learned compassion for the suffering of others.

Through her own tears the girl read the message upon
the bit of faded yellow paperand as she read her eyes went
very wide. Twice she read those startling words before she
could fully comprehend their meaning.

Finger prints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.

She handed the paper to Tarzan. "And he has known it all
this time she said, and did not tell you?"

I knew it first, Jane,replied the man. "I did not know
that he knew it at all. I must have dropped this message
that night in the waiting room. It was there that I received it."

And afterward you told us that your mother was a she-ape,
and that you had never known your father?she asked incredulously.

The title and the estates meant nothing to me without you,
dear,he replied. "And if I had taken them away
from him I should have been robbing the woman I love-don't
you understandJane?" It was as though he attempted
to excuse a fault.

She extended her arms toward him across the body of the
dead manand took his hands in hers.

And I would have thrown away a love like that!she said.

Chapter 26

The Passing of the Ape-Man

The next morning they set out upon the short journey to
Tarzan's cabin. Four Waziri bore the body of the dead Englishman.
It had been the ape-man's suggestion that Clayton be buried
beside the former Lord Greystoke near the edge of the
jungle against the cabin that the older man had built.

Jane Porter was glad that it was to be soand in her
heart of hearts she wondered at the marvelous fineness of
character of this wondrous manwhothough raised by brutes
and among bruteshad the true chivalry and tenderness which
only associates with the refinements of the highest civilization.

They had proceeded some three miles of the five that
had separated them from Tarzan's own beach when the
Waziri who were ahead stopped suddenlypointing in
amazement at a strange figure approaching them along the beach.
It was a man with a shiny silk hatwho walked slowly with
bent headand hands clasped behind him underneath the
tails of his longblack coat.

At sight of him Jane Porter uttered a little cry of surprise
and joyand ran quickly ahead to meet him. At the sound of
her voice the old man looked upand when he saw who it was
confronting him hetoocried out in relief and happiness.
As Professor Archimedes Q. Porter folded his daughter in his
arms tears streamed down his seamed old faceand it was several
minutes before he could control himself sufficiently to speak.

When a moment later he recognized Tarzan it was with
difficulty that they could convince him that his sorrow had
not unbalanced his mindfor with the other members of the
party he had been so thoroughly convinced that the ape-man
was dead it was a problem to reconcile the conviction with
the very lifelike appearance of Jane's "forest god." The old
man was deeply touched at the news of Clayton's death.

I cannot understand it,he said. "Monsieur Thuran
assured us that Clayton passed away many days ago."

Thuran is with you?asked Tarzan.

Yes; he but recently found us and led us to your cabin.
We were camped but a short distance north of it. Bless me,
but he will be delighted to see you both.

And surprised,commented Tarzan.

A short time later the strange party came to the clearing
in which stood the ape-man's cabin. It was filled with people
coming and goingand almost the first whom Tarzan saw
was D'Arnot.

Paul!he cried. "In the name of sanity what are you
doing here? Or are we all insane?"

It was quickly explainedhoweveras were many other
seemingly strange things. D'Arnot's ship had been cruising
along the coaston patrol dutywhen at the lieutenant's
suggestion they had anchored off the little landlocked harbor
to have another look at the cabin and the jungle in which
many of the officers and men had taken part in exciting
adventures two years before. On landing they had found Lord
Tennington's partyand arrangements were being made to
take them all on board the following morningand carry
them back to civilization.

Hazel Strong and her motherEsmeraldaand Mr. Samuel

T. Philander were almost overcome by happiness at Jane
Porter's safe return. Her escape seemed to them little short
of miraculousand it was the consensus of opinion that it
could have been achieved by no other man than Tarzan of
the Apes. They loaded the uncomfortable ape-man with
eulogies and attentions until he wished himself back in the
amphitheater of the apes.
All were interested in his savage Waziriand many were
the gifts the black men received from these friends of their
kingbut when they learned that he might sail away from
them upon the great canoe that lay at anchor a mile off
shore they became very sad.

As yet the newcomers had seen nothing of Lord Tennington
and Monsieur Thuran. They had gone out for fresh
meat early in the dayand had not yet returned.

How surprised this man, whose name you say is Rokoff,
will be to see you,said Jane Porter to Tarzan.

His surprise will be short-lived,replied the ape-man
grimlyand there was that in his tone that made her look up
into his face in alarm. What she read there evidently
confirmed her fearsfor she put her hand upon his armand
pleaded with him to leave the Russian to the laws of France.

In the heart of the jungle, dear,she saidwith no
other form of right or justice to appeal to other than your
own mighty muscles, you would be warranted in executing
upon this man the sentence he deserves; but with the strong
arm of a civilized government at your disposal it would be
murder to kill him now. Even your friends would have to
submit to your arrest, or if you resisted it would plunge
us all into misery and unhappiness again. I cannot bear to
lose you again, my Tarzan. Promise me that you will but
turn him over to Captain Dufranne, and let the law take its
course--the beast is not worth risking our happiness for.

He saw the wisdom of her appealand promised. A half
hour later Rokoff and Tennington emerged from the jungle.
They were walking side by side. Tennington was the first to
note the presence of strangers in the camp. He saw the
black warriors palavering with the sailors from the cruiser
and then he saw a lithebrown giant talking with Lieutenant
D'Arnot and Captain Dufranne.

Who is that, I wonder,said Tennington to Rokoffand

as the Russian raised his eyes and met those of the ape-man
full upon himhe staggered and went white.

SAPRISTI!he criedand before Tennington realized what
he intended he had thrown his gun to his shoulderand
aiming point-blank at Tarzan pulled the trigger. But the
Englishman was close to him--so close that his hand reached
the leveled barrel a fraction of a second before the hammer
fell upon the cartridgeand the bullet that was intended for
Tarzan's heart whirred harmlessly above his head.

Before the Russian could fire again the ape-man was
upon him and had wrested the firearm from his grasp.
Captain DufranneLieutenant D'Arnotand a dozen sailors had
rushed up at the sound of the shotand now Tarzan turned
the Russian over to them without a word. He had explained
the matter to the French commander before Rokoff arrived
and the officer gave immediate orders to place the Russian
in irons and confine him on board the cruiser.

Just before the guard escorted the prisoner into the small
boat that was to transport him to his temporary prison
Tarzan asked permission to search himand to his delight
found the stolen papers concealed upon his person.

The shot had brought Jane Porter and the others from
the cabinand a moment after the excitement had died
down she greeted the surprised Lord Tennington. Tarzan joined
them after he had taken the papers from Rokoffandas he
approachedJane Porter introduced him to Tennington.

John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, my lord,she said.

The Englishman looked his astonishment in spite of his
most herculean efforts to appear courteousand it required
many repetitions of the strange story of the ape-man as told
by himselfJane Porterand Lieutenant D'Arnot to convince
Lord Tennington that they were not all quite mad.

At sunset they buried William Cecil Clayton beside the
jungle graves of his uncle and his auntthe former Lord
and Lady Greystoke. And it was at Tarzan's request that
three volleys were fired over the last resting place of
a brave man, who met his death bravely.

Professor Porterwho in his younger days had been ordained
a ministerconducted the simple services for the dead.
About the gravewith bowed headsstood as strange
a company of mourners as the sun ever looked down upon.
There were French officers and sailorstwo English lords
Americansand a score of savage African braves.

Following the funeral Tarzan asked Captain Dufranne to
delay the sailing of the cruiser a couple of days while he
went inland a few miles to fetch his "belongings and the
officer gladly granted the favor.

Late the next afternoon Tarzan and his Waziri returned
with the first load of belongings and when the party saw
the ancient ingots of virgin gold they swarmed upon the ape-
man with a thousand questions; but he was smilingly obdurate
to their appeals--he declined to give them the slightest
clew as to the source of his immense treasure. There are a
thousand that I left behind he explained, for every one

that I brought awayand when these are spent I may wish
to return for more."

The next day he returned to camp with the balance of
his ingotsand when they were stored on board the cruiser
Captain Dufranne said he felt like the commander of an oldtime
Spanish galleon returning from the treasure cities of
the Aztecs. "I don't know what minute my crew will cut my
throatand take over the ship he added.

The next morning, as they were preparing to embark upon
the cruiser, Tarzan ventured a suggestion to Jane Porter.

Wild beasts are supposed to be devoid of sentiment he
said, but nevertheless I should like to be married in the
cabin where I was bornbeside the graves of my mother and
my fatherand surrounded by the savage jungle that always
has been my home."

Would it be quite regular, dear?she asked. "For if it
would I know of no other place in which I should rather be
married to my forest god than beneath the shade of his
primeval forest."

And when they spoke of it to the others they were assured
that it would be quite regularand a most splendid
termination of a remarkable romance. So the entire party
assembled within the little cabin and about the door to
witness the second ceremony that Professor Porter was to
solemnize within three days.

D'Arnot was to be best manand Hazel Strong bridesmaid
until Tennington upset all the arrangements by another
of his marvelous "ideas."

If Mrs. Strong is agreeable,he saidtaking the bridesmaid's
hand in hisHazel and I think it would be ripping to make it
a double wedding.

The next day they sailedand as the cruiser steamed slowly
out to sea a tall manimmaculate in white flanneland a
graceful girl leaned against her rail to watch the receding
shore line upon which danced twenty nakedblack warriors
of the Waziriwaving their war spears above their savage
headsand shouting farewells to their departing king.

I should hate to think that I am looking upon the jungle
for the last time, dear,he saidwere it not that I know
that I am going to a new world of happiness with you forever,
andbending downTarzan of the Apes kissed his
mate upon her lips.