Tarzan of the Apes..............................................................................................................................................1

Edgar Rice Burroughs ..............................................................................................................................1

I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other. I may credit the seductive

influence of an old vintage upon the narrator for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulity during

When my convivial host discovered that he had told me so much, and that I was prone to doubtfulness, his

foolish pride assumed the task the old vintage had commenced, and so he unearthed written evidence in the

form of musty manuscript, and dry official records of the British Colonial Office to support many of the

I do not say the story is true, for I did not witness the happenings which it portrays, but the fact that in the

telling of it to you I have taken fictitious names for the principal characters quite sufficiently evidences the

The yellow, mildewed pages of the diary of a man long dead, and the records of the Colonial Office dovetail

perfectly with the narrative of my convivial host, and so I give you the story as I painstakingly pieced it out

If you do not find it credible you will at least be as one with me in acknowledging that it is unique,

From the records of the Colonial Office and from the dead man's diary we learn that a certain young English

nobleman, whom we shall call John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, was commissioned to make a peculiarly

delicate investigation of conditions in a British West Coast African Colony from whose simple native

inhabitants another European power was known to be recruiting soldiers for its native army, which it used

solely for the forcible collection of rubber and ivory from the savage tribes along the Congo and the

Aruwimi. The natives of the British Colony complained that many of their young men were enticed away

through the medium of fair and glowing promises, but that few if any ever returned to their families.

The Englishmen in Africa went even further, saying that these poor blacks were held in virtual slavery, since

after their terms of enlistment expired their ignorance was imposed upon by their white officers, and they

And so the Colonial Office appointed John Clayton to a new post in British West Africa, but his confidential

instructions centered on a thorough investigation of the unfair treatment of black British subjects by the

officers of a friendly European power. Why he was sent, is, however, of little moment to this story, for he

Clayton was the type of Englishman that one likes best to associate with the noblest monuments of historic

achievement upon a thousand victorious battlefieldsa strong, virile man mentally, morally, and

In stature he was above the average height; his eyes were gray, his features regular and strong; his carriage

Political ambition had caused him to seek transference from the army to the Colonial Office and so we find

him, still young, entrusted with a delicate and important commission in the service of the Queen.

When he received this appointment he was both elated and appalled. The preferment seemed to him in the

nature of a wellmerited reward for painstaking and intelligent service, and as a stepping stone to posts of

greater importance and responsibility; but, on the other hand, he had been married to the Hon. Alice

Rutherford for scarce a three months, and it was the thought of taking this fair young girl into the dangers and

For her sake he would have refused the appointment, but she would not have it so. Instead she insisted that he

There were mothers and brothers and sisters, and aunts and cousins to express various opinions on the

We know only that on a bright May morning in 1888, John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady Alice sailed from

A month later they arrived at Freetown where they chartered a small sailing vessel, the Fuwalda, which was

And here John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady Alice, his wife, vanished from the eyes and from the knowledge of

Two months after they weighed anchor and cleared from the port of Freetown a half dozen British war

vessels were scouring the south Atlantic for trace of them or their little vessel, and it was almost immediately

that the wreckage was found upon the shores of St. Helena which convinced the world that the Fuwalda had

gone down with all on board, and hence the search was stopped ere it had scarce begun; though hope lingered

The Fuwalda, a barkentine of about one hundred tons, was a vessel of the type often seen in coastwise trade

in the far southern Atlantic, their crews composed of the offscourings of the seaunhanged murderers and

The Fuwalda was no exception to the rule. Her officers were swarthy bullies, hating and hated by their crew.

The captain, while a competent seaman, was a brute in his treatment of his men. He knew, or at least he used,

but two arguments in his dealings with thema belaying pin and a revolvernor is it likely that the motley

So it was that from the second day out from Freetown John Clayton and his young wife witnessed scenes

upon the deck of the Fuwalda such as they had believed were never enacted outside the covers of printed

It was on the morning of the second day that the first link was forged in what was destined to form a chain of

circumstances ending in a life for one then unborn such as has never been paralleled in the history of man.

Two sailors were washing down the decks of the Fuwalda, the first mate was on duty, and the captain had

The men were working backwards toward the little party who were facing away from the sailors. Closer and

closer they came, until one of them was directly behind the captain. In another moment he would have passed

But just that instant the officer turned to leave Lord and Lady Greystoke, and, as he did so, tripped against the

sailor and sprawled headlong upon the deck, overturning the water pail so that he was drenched in its dirty

For an instant the scene was ludicrous; but only for an instant. With a volley of awful oaths, his face suffused

with the scarlet of mortification and rage, the captain regained his feet, and with a terrific blow felled the

The man was small and rather old, so that the brutality of the act was thus accentuated. The other seaman,

however, was neither old nor smalla huge bear of a man, with fierce black mustachios, and a great bull

As he saw his mate go down he crouched, and, with a low snarl, sprang upon the captain crushing him to his

From scarlet the officer's face went white, for this was mutiny; and mutiny he had met and subdued before in

his brutal career. Without waiting to rise he whipped a revolver from his pocket, firing point blank at the

great mountain of muscle towering before him; but, quick as he was, John Clayton was almost as quick, so

that the bullet which was intended for the sailor's heart lodged in the sailor's leg instead, for Lord Greystoke

Words passed between Clayton and the captain, the former making it plain that he was disgusted with the

brutality displayed toward the crew, nor would he countenance anything further of the kind while he and

The captain was on the point of making an angry reply, but, thinking better of it, turned on his heel and black

He did not care to antagonize an English official, for the Queen's mighty arm wielded a punitive instrument

The two sailors picked themselves up, the older man assisting his wounded comrade to rise. The big fellow,

who was known among his mates as Black Michael, tried his leg gingerly, and, finding that it bore his

Though the fellow's tone was surly, his words were evidently well meant. Ere he had scarce finished his little

speech he had turned and was limping off toward the forecastle with the very apparent intention of

They did not see him again for several days, nor did the captain accord them more than the surliest of grunts

They took their meals in his cabin, as they had before the unfortunate occurrence; but the captain was careful

The other officers were coarse, illiterate fellows, but little above the villainous crew they bullied, and were

only too glad to avoid social intercourse with the polished English noble and his lady, so that the Claytons

This in itself accorded perfectly with their desires, but it also rather isolated them from the life of the little

ship so that they were unable to keep in touch with the daily happenings which were to culminate so soon in

There was in the whole atmosphere of the craft that undefinable something which presages disaster.

Outwardly, to the knowledge of the Claytons, all went on as before upon the little vessel; but that there was

an undertow leading them toward some unknown danger both felt, though they did not speak of it to each

On the second day after the wounding of Black Michael, Clayton came on deck just in time to see the limp

body of one of the crew being carried below by four of his fellows while the first mate, a heavy belaying pin

Clayton asked no questionshe did not need toand the following day, as the great lines of a British

battleship grew out of the distant horizon, he half determined to demand that he and Lady Alice be put aboard

her, for his fears were steadily increasing that nothing but harm could result from remaining on the lowering,

Toward noon they were within speaking distance of the British vessel, but when Clayton had nearly decided

to ask the captain to put them aboard her, the obvious ridiculousness of such a request became suddenly

apparent. What reason could he give the officer commanding her majesty's ship for desiring to go back in the

What if he told them that two insubordinate seamen had been roughly handled by their officers? They would

but laugh in their sleeves and attribute his reason for wishing to leave the ship to but one thingcowardice.

John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, did not ask to be transferred to the British manofwar. Late in the afternoon

he saw her upper works fade below the far horizon, but not before he learned that which confirmed his

greatest fears, and caused him to curse the false pride which had restrained him from seeking safety for his

young wife a few short hours before, when safety was within reacha safety which was now gone forever.

It was midafternoon that brought the little old sailor, who had been felled by the captain a few days before,

to where Clayton and his wife stood by the ship's side watching the ever diminishing outlines of the great

battleship. The old fellow was polishing brasses, and as he came edging along until close to Clayton he said,

"'Ell's to pay, sir, on this 'ere craft, an' mark my word for it, sir. 'Ell's to pay."

"Wy, hasn't ye seen wats goin' on? Hasn't ye 'eard that devil's spawn of a capting an' is mates knockin' the

"Two busted 'eads yeste'day, an' three today. Black Michael's as good as new agin an' 'e's not the bully to

"Mutiny!" exclaimed the old fellow. "Mutiny! They means murder, sir, an' mark my word for it, sir."

"Hit's comin', sir; hit's comin' but I'm not asayin' wen, an' I've said too damned much now, but ye was a

good sort t'other day an' I thought it no more'n right to warn ye. But keep a still tongue in yer 'ead an' when ye

"That's all, only keep a still tongue in yer 'ead, or they'll put a pill between yer ribs, an' mark my word for it,

sir," and the old fellow went on with his polishing, which carried him away from where the Claytons were

"You should warn the captain at once, John. Possibly the trouble may yet be averted," she said.

"I suppose I should, but yet from purely selfish motives I am almost prompted to `keep a still tongue in my

'ead.' Whatever they do now they will spare us in recognition of my stand for this fellow Black Michael, but

should they find that I had betrayed them there would be no mercy shown us, Alice."

"You have but one duty, John, and that lies in the interest of vested authority. If you do not warn the captain

you are as much a party to whatever follows as though you had helped to plot and carry it out with your own

"You do not understand, dear," replied Clayton. "It is of you I am thinkingthere lies my first duty. The

captain has brought this condition upon himself, so why then should I risk subjecting my wife to unthinkable

horrors in a probably futile attempt to save him from his own brutal folly? You have no conception, dear, of

"Duty is duty, John, and no amount of sophistries may change it. I would be a poor wife for an English lord

were I to be responsible for his shirking a plain duty. I realize the danger which must follow, but I can face it

"Have it as you will then, Alice," he answered, smiling. "Maybe we are borrowing trouble. While I do not

like the looks of things on board this ship, they may not be so bad after all, for it is possible that the `Ancient

Mariner' was but voicing the desires of his wicked old heart rather than speaking of real facts.

"Mutiny on the high sea may have been common a hundred years ago, but in this good year 1888 it is the

"But there goes the captain to his cabin now. If I am going to warn him I might as well get the beastly job

So saying he strolled carelessly in the direction of the companionway through which the captain had passed,

"I have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard today, because I feel that, while there may be

nothing to it, it is as well that you be forearmed. In short, the men contemplate mutiny and murder."

"It's a lie!" roared the captain. "And if you have been interfering again with the discipline of this ship, or

meddling in affairs that don't concern you you can take the consequences, and be damned. I don't care

whether you are an English lord or not. I'm captain of this here ship, and from now on you keep your

The captain had worked himself up to such a frenzy of rage that he was fairly purple of face, and he shrieked

the last words at the top of his voice, emphasizing his remarks by a loud thumping of the table with one huge

"Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something

Whereupon he turned and left the captain with the same indifferent ease that was habitual with him, and

which was more surely calculated to raise the ire of a man of Billings' class than a torrent of invective.

So, whereas the captain might easily have been brought to regret his hasty speech had Clayton attempted to

conciliate him, his temper was now irrevocably set in the mold in which Clayton had left it, and the last

"Well, Alice," said Clayton, as he rejoined his wife, "I might have saved my breath. The fellow proved most

"He and his blasted old ship may hang, for aught I care; and until we are safely off the thing I shall spend my

energies in looking after our own welfare. And I rather fancy the first step to that end should be to go to our

cabin and look over my revolvers. I am sorry now that we packed the larger guns and the ammunition with

They found their quarters in a bad state of disorder. Clothing from their open boxes and bags strewed the

"Evidently someone was more anxious about our belongings than we," said Clayton. "Let's have a look

A thorough search revealed the fact that nothing had been taken but Clayton's two revolvers and the small

"Those are the very things I most wish they had left us," said Clayton, "and the fact that they wished for them

"What are we to do, John?" asked his wife. "Perhaps you were right in that our best chance lies in

"If the officers are able to prevent a mutiny, we have nothing to fear, while if the mutineers are victorious our

As they started to straighten up their cabin, Clayton and his wife simultaneously noticed the corner of a piece

of paper protruding from beneath the door of their quarters. As Clayton stooped to reach for it he was amazed

to see it move further into the room, and then he realized that it was being pushed inward by someone from

Quickly and silently he stepped toward the door, but, as he reached for the knob to throw it open, his wife's

"No, John," she whispered. "They do not wish to be seen, and so we cannot afford to see them. Do not forget

Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his side. Thus they stood watching the little bit of white paper until it

Then Clayton stooped and picked it up. It was a bit of grimy, white paper roughly folded into a ragged

square. Opening it they found a crude message printed almost illegibly, and with many evidences of an

Translated, it was a warning to the Claytons to refrain from reporting the loss of the revolvers, or from

"I rather imagine we'll be good," said Clayton with a rueful smile. "About all we can do is to sit tight and wait

Nor did they have long to wait, for the next morning as Clayton was emerging on deck for his accustomed

The sight which met his eyes confirmed his worst fears. Facing the little knot of officers was the entire

At the first volley from the officers the men ran for shelter, and from points of vantage behind masts,

wheelhouse and cabin they returned the fire of the five men who represented the hated authority of the ship.

Two of their number had gone down before the captain's revolver. They lay where they had fallen between

the combatants. But then the first mate lunged forward upon his face, and at a cry of command from Black

Michael the mutineers charged the remaining four. The crew had been able to muster but six firearms, so

The captain had emptied his revolver and was reloading as the charge was made. The second mate's gun had

jammed, and so there were but two weapons opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon the officers,

Both sides were cursing and swearing in a frightful manner, which, together with the reports of the firearms

and the screams and groans of the wounded, turned the deck of the Fuwalda to the likeness of a madhouse.

Before the officers had taken a dozen backward steps the men were upon them. An ax in the hands of a burly

Negro cleft the captain from forehead to chin, and an instant later the others were down: dead or wounded

Short and grisly had been the work of the mutineers of the Fuwalda, and through it all John Clayton had

stood leaning carelessly beside the companionway puffing meditatively upon his pipe as though he had been

As the last officer went down he thought it was time that he returned to his wife lest some members of the

Though outwardly calm and indifferent, Clayton was inwardly apprehensive and wrought up, for he feared

for his wife's safety at the hands of these ignorant, halfbrutes into whose hands fate had so remorselessly

As he turned to descend the ladder he was surprised to see his wife standing on the steps almost at his side.

"Since the beginning," she replied. "How awful, John. Oh, how awful! What can we hope for at the hands of

"Breakfast, I hope," he answered, smiling bravely in an attempt to allay her fears.

"At least," he added, "I'm going to ask them. Come with me, Alice. We must not let them think we expect any

The men had by this time surrounded the dead and wounded officers, and without either partiality or

compassion proceeded to throw both living and dead over the sides of the vessel. With equal heartlessness

Presently one of the crew spied the approaching Claytons, and with a cry of: "Here's two more for the fishes,"

But Black Michael was even quicker, so that the fellow went down with a bullet in his back before he had

With a loud roar, Black Michael attracted the attention of the others, and, pointing to Lord and Lady

"I'm captain of this ship now, an' what I says goes," he added, turning to Clayton. "Just keep to yourselves,

The Claytons heeded Black Michael's instructions so well that they saw but little of the crew and knew

Occasionally they heard faint echoes of brawls and quarreling among the mutineers, and on two occasions the

vicious bark of firearms rang out on the still air. But Black Michael was a fit leader for this band of

On the fifth day following the murder of the ship's officers, land was sighted by the lookout. Whether island

or mainland, Black Michael did not know, but he announced to Clayton that if investigation showed that the

place was habitable he and Lady Greystoke were to be put ashore with their belongings.

"You'll be all right there for a few months," he explained, "and by that time we'll have been able to make an

inhabited coast somewhere and scatter a bit. Then I'll see that yer gover'ment's notified where you be an'

"It would be a hard matter to land you in civilization without a lot o' questions being asked, an' none o' us

Clayton remonstrated against the inhumanity of landing them upon an unknown shore to be left to the

But his words were of no avail, and only tended to anger Black Michael, so he was forced to desist and make

About three o'clock in the afternoon they came about off a beautiful wooded shore opposite the mouth of

Black Michael sent a small boat filled with men to sound the entrance in an effort to determine if the Fuwalda

In about an hour they returned and reported deep water through the passage as well as far into the little basin.

Before dark the barkentine lay peacefully at anchor upon the bosom of the still, mirrorlike surface of the

The surrounding shores were beautiful with semitropical verdure, while in the distance the country rose from

No signs of habitation were visible, but that the land might easily support human life was evidenced by the

abundant bird and animal life of which the watchers on the Fuwalda's deck caught occasional glimpses, as

well as by the shimmer of a little river which emptied into the harbor, insuring fresh water in plenitude.

As darkness settled upon the earth, Clayton and Lady Alice still stood by the ship's rail in silent

contemplation of their future abode. From the dark shadows of the mighty forest came the wild calls of

savage beaststhe deep roar of the lion, and, occasionally, the shrill scream of a panther.

The woman shrank closer to the man in terrorstricken anticipation of the horrors lying in wait for them in

the awful blackness of the nights to come, when they should be alone upon that wild and lonely shore.

Later in the evening Black Michael joined them long enough to instruct them to make their preparations for

landing on the morrow. They tried to persuade him to take them to some more hospitable coast near enough

to civilization so that they might hope to fall into friendly hands. But no pleas, or threats, or promises of

"I am the only man aboard who would not rather see ye both safely dead, and, while I know that's the sensible

way to make sure of our own necks, yet Black Michael's not the man to forget a favor. Ye saved my life once,

"The men won't stand for any more, and if we don't get ye landed pretty quick they may even change their

minds about giving ye that much show. I'll put all yer stuff ashore with ye as well as cookin' utensils an' some

old sails for tents, an' enough grub to last ye until ye can find fruit and game.

"With yer guns for protection, ye ought to be able to live here easy enough until help comes. When I get

safely hid away I'll see to it that the British gover'ment learns about where ye be; for the life of me I couldn't

tell 'em exactly where, for I don't know myself. But they'll find ye all right."

After he had left them they went silently below, each wrapped in gloomy forebodings.

Clayton did not believe that Black Michael had the slightest intention of notifying the British government of

their whereabouts, nor was he any too sure but that some treachery was contemplated for the following day

when they should be on shore with the sailors who would have to accompany them with their belongings.

Once out of Black Michael's sight any of the men might strike them down, and still leave Black Michael's

And even should they escape that fate was it not but to be faced with far graver dangers? Alone, he might

But what of Alice, and that other little life so soon to be launched amidst the hardships and grave dangers of a

The man shuddered as he meditated upon the awful gravity, the fearful helplessness, of their situation. But it

was a merciful Providence which prevented him from foreseeing the hideous reality which awaited them in

Early next morning their numerous chests and boxes were hoisted on deck and lowered to waiting small boats

There was a great quantity and variety of stuff, as the Claytons had expected a possible five to eight years'

residence in their new home. Thus, in addition to the many necessities they had brought, there were also

Black Michael was determined that nothing belonging to the Claytons should be left on board. Whether out

of compassion for them, or in furtherance of his own selfinterests, it would be difficult to say.

There was no question but that the presence of property of a missing British official upon a suspicious vessel

would have been a difficult thing to explain in any civilized port in the world.

So zealous was he in his efforts to carry out his intentions that he insisted upon the return of Clayton's

Into the small boats were also loaded salt meats and biscuit, with a small supply of potatoes and beans,

matches, and cooking vessels, a chest of tools, and the old sails which Black Michael had promised them.

As though himself fearing the very thing which Clayton had suspected, Black Michael accompanied them to

shore, and was the last to leave them when the small boats, having filled the ship's casks with fresh water,

As the boats moved slowly over the smooth waters of the bay, Clayton and his wife stood silently watching

their departurein the breasts of both a feeling of impending disaster and utter hopelessness.

And behind them, over the edge of a low ridge, other eyes watchedclose set, wicked eyes, gleaming

As the Fuwalda passed through the narrow entrance to the harbor and out of sight behind a projecting point,

Lady Alice threw her arms about Clayton's neck and burst into uncontrolled sobs.

Bravely had she faced the dangers of the mutiny; with heroic fortitude she had looked into the terrible future;

but now that the horror of absolute solitude was upon them, her overwrought nerves gave way, and the

He did not attempt to check her tears. It were better that nature have her way in relieving these longpent

emotions, and it was many minutes before the girllittle more than a child she wascould again gain

"Oh, John," she cried at last, "the horror of it. What are we to do? What are we to do?"

"There is but one thing to do, Alice," and he spoke as quietly as though they were sitting in their snug living

room at home, "and that is work. Work must be our salvation. We must not give ourselves time to think, for

"We must work and wait. I am sure that relief will come, and come quickly, when once it is apparent that the

"But John, if it were only you and I," she sobbed, "we could endure it I know; but"

"Yes, dear," he answered, gently, "I have been thinking of that, also; but we must face it, as we must face

whatever comes, bravely and with the utmost confidence in our ability to cope with circumstances whatever

"Hundreds of thousands of years ago our ancestors of the dim and distant past faced the same problems which

we must face, possibly in these same primeval forests. That we are here today evidences their victory.

"What they did may we not do? And even better, for are we not armed with ages of superior knowledge, and

have we not the means of protection, defense, and sustenance which science has given us, but of which they

were totally ignorant? What they accomplished, Alice, with instruments and weapons of stone and bone,

"Ah, John, I wish that I might be a man with a man's philosophy, but I am but a woman, seeing with my heart

rather than my head, and all that I can see is too horrible, too unthinkable to put into words.

"I only hope you are right, John. I will do my best to be a brave primeval woman, a fit mate for the primeval

Clayton's first thought was to arrange a sleeping shelter for the night; something which might serve to protect

He opened the box containing his rifles and ammunition, that they might both be armed against possible

attack while at work, and then together they sought a location for their first night's sleeping place.

A hundred yards from the beach was a little level spot, fairly free of trees; here they decided eventually to

build a permanent house, but for the time being they both thought it best to construct a little platform in the

To this end Clayton selected four trees which formed a rectangle about eight feet square, and cutting long

branches from other trees he constructed a framework around them, about ten feet from the ground, fastening

the ends of the branches securely to the trees by means of rope, a quantity of which Black Michael had

Across this framework Clayton placed other smaller branches quite close together. This platform he paved

with the huge fronds of elephant's ear which grew in profusion about them, and over the fronds he laid a great

Seven feet higher he constructed a similar, though lighter platform to serve as roof, and from the sides of this

When completed he had a rather snug little nest, to which he carried their blankets and some of the lighter

It was now late in the afternoon, and the balance of the daylight hours were devoted to the building of a rude

All during the day the forest about them had been filled with excited birds of brilliant plumage, and dancing,

chattering monkeys, who watched these new arrivals and their wonderful nest building operations with every

Notwithstanding that both Clayton and his wife kept a sharp lookout they saw nothing of larger animals,

though on two occasions they had seen their little simian neighbors come screaming and chattering from the

nearby ridge, casting frightened glances back over their little shoulders, and evincing as plainly as though

Just before dusk Clayton finished his ladder, and, filling a great basin with water from the nearby stream,

As it was quite warm, Clayton had left the side curtains thrown back over the roof, and as they sat, like Turks,

upon their blankets, Lady Alice, straining her eyes into the darkening shadows of the wood, suddenly reached

As Clayton turned his eyes in the direction she indicated, he saw silhouetted dimly against the shadows

For a moment it stood as though listening and then turned slowly, and melted into the shadows of the jungle.

"I do not know, Alice," he answered gravely, "it is too dark to see so far, and it may have been but a shadow

"No, John, if it was not a man it was some huge and grotesque mockery of man. Oh, I am afraid."

He gathered her in his arms, whispering words of courage and love into her ears.

Soon after, he lowered the curtain walls, tying them securely to the trees so that, except for a little opening

As it was now pitch dark within their tiny aerie they lay down upon their blankets to try to gain, through

Clayton lay facing the opening at the front, a rifle and a brace of revolvers at his hand.

Scarcely had they closed their eyes than the terrifying cry of a panther rang out from the jungle behind them.

Closer and closer it came until they could hear the great beast directly beneath them. For an hour or more

they heard it sniffing and clawing at the trees which supported their platform, but at last it roamed away

across the beach, where Clayton could see it clearly in the brilliant moonlighta great, handsome beast, the

During the long hours of darkness they caught but fitful snatches of sleep, for the night noises of a great

jungle teeming with myriad animal life kept their overwrought nerves on edge, so that a hundred times they

were startled to wakefulness by piercing screams, or the stealthy moving of great bodies beneath them.

Morning found them but little, if at all refreshed, though it was with a feeling of intense relief that they saw

As soon as they had made their meager breakfast of salt pork, coffee and biscuit, Clayton commenced work

upon their house, for he realized that they could hope for no safety and no peace of mind at night until four

The task was an arduous one and required the better part of a month, though he built but one small room. He

constructed his cabin of small logs about six inches in diameter, stopping the chinks with clay which he

At one end he built a fireplace of small stones from the beach. These also he set in clay and when the house

had been entirely completed he applied a coating of the clay to the entire outside surface to the thickness of

In the window opening he set small branches about an inch in diameter both vertically and horizontally, and

so woven that they formed a substantial grating that could withstand the strength of a powerful animal. Thus

they obtained air and proper ventilation without fear of lessening the safety of their cabin.

The Ashaped roof was thatched with small branches laid close together and over these long jungle grass and

The door he built of pieces of the packingboxes which had held their belongings, nailing one piece upon

another, the grain of contiguous layers running transversely, until he had a solid body some three inches thick

and of such great strength that they were both moved to laughter as they gazed upon it.

Here the greatest difficulty confronted Clayton, for he had no means whereby to hang his massive door now

that he had built it. After two days' work, however, he succeeded in fashioning two massive hardwood

The stuccoing and other final touches were added after they moved into the house, which they had done as

soon as the roof was on, piling their boxes before the door at night and thus having a comparatively safe and

The building of a bed, chairs, table, and shelves was a relatively easy matter, so that by the end of the second

month they were well settled, and, but for the constant dread of attack by wild beasts and the ever growing

At night great beasts snarled and roared about their tiny cabin, but, so accustomed may one become to oft

repeated noises, that soon they paid little attention to them, sleeping soundly the whole night through.

Thrice had they caught fleeting glimpses of great manlike figures like that of the first night, but never at

sufficiently close range to know positively whether the halfseen forms were those of man or brute.

The brilliant birds and the little monkeys had become accustomed to their new acquaintances, and as they had

evidently never seen human beings before they presently, after their first fright had worn off, approached

closer and closer, impelled by that strange curiosity which dominates the wild creatures of the forest and the

jungle and the plain, so that within the first month several of the birds had gone so far as even to accept

One afternoon, while Clayton was working upon an addition to their cabin, for he contemplated building

several more rooms, a number of their grotesque little friends came shrieking and scolding through the trees

from the direction of the ridge. Ever as they fled they cast fearful glances back of them, and finally they

stopped near Clayton jabbering excitedly to him as though to warn him of approaching danger.

At last he saw it, the thing the little monkeys so feared the manbrute of which the Claytons had caught

It was approaching through the jungle in a semierect position, now and then placing the backs of its closed

fists upon the grounda great anthropoid ape, and, as it advanced, it emitted deep guttural growls and an

Clayton was at some distance from the cabin, having come to fell a particularly perfect tree for his building

operations. Grown careless from months of continued safety, during which time he had seen no dangerous

animals during the daylight hours, he had left his rifles and revolvers all within the little cabin, and now that

he saw the great ape crashing through the underbrush directly toward him, and from a direction which

practically cut him off from escape, he felt a vague little shiver play up and down his spine.

He knew that, armed only with an ax, his chances with this ferocious monster were small indeedand Alice;

There was yet a slight chance of reaching the cabin. He turned and ran toward it, shouting an alarm to his

Lady Greystoke had been sitting a little way from the cabin, and when she heard his cry she looked up to see

the ape springing with almost incredible swiftness, for so large and awkward an animal, in an effort to head

With a low cry she sprang toward the cabin, and, as she entered, gave a backward glance which filled her soul

with terror, for the brute had intercepted her husband, who now stood at bay grasping his ax with both hands

ready to swing it upon the infuriated animal when he should make his final charge.

"Close and bolt the door, Alice," cried Clayton. "I can finish this fellow with my ax."

The ape was a great bull, weighing probably three hundred pounds. His nasty, closeset eyes gleamed hatred

from beneath his shaggy brows, while his great canine fangs were bared in a horrid snarl as he paused a

Over the brute's shoulder Clayton could see the doorway of his cabin, not twenty paces distant, and a great

wave of horror and fear swept over him as he saw his young wife emerge, armed with one of his rifles.

She had always been afraid of firearms, and would never touch them, but now she rushed toward the ape with

But she would not heed, and just then the ape charged, so that Clayton could say no more.

The man swung his ax with all his mighty strength, but the powerful brute seized it in those terrible hands,

With an ugly snarl he closed upon his defenseless victim, but ere his fangs had reached the throat they

thirsted for, there was a sharp report and a bullet entered the ape's back between his shoulders.

Throwing Clayton to the ground the beast turned upon his new enemy. There before him stood the terrified

girl vainly trying to fire another bullet into the animal's body; but she did not understand the mechanism of

Almost simultaneously Clayton regained his feet, and without thought of the utter hopelessness of it, he

With little or no effort he succeeded, and the great bulk rolled inertly upon the turf before himthe ape was

A hasty examination of his wife revealed no marks upon her, and Clayton decided that the huge brute had

Gently he lifted his wife's still unconscious form, and bore her to the little cabin, but it was fully two hours

Her first words filled Clayton with vague apprehension. For some time after regaining her senses, Alice

gazed wonderingly about the interior of the little cabin, and then, with a satisfied sigh, said:

"O, John, it is so good to be really home! I have had an awful dream, dear. I thought we were no longer in

"There, there, Alice," he said, stroking her forehead, "try to sleep again, and do not worry your head about

That night a little son was born in the tiny cabin beside the primeval forest, while a leopard screamed before

Lady Greystoke never recovered from the shock of the great ape's attack, and, though she lived for a year

after her baby was born, she was never again outside the cabin, nor did she ever fully realize that she was not

Sometimes she would question Clayton as to the strange noises of the nights; the absence of servants and

friends, and the strange rudeness of the furnishings within her room, but, though he made no effort to deceive

In other ways she was quite rational, and the joy and happiness she took in the possession of her little son and

the constant attentions of her husband made that year a very happy one for her, the happiest of her young life.

That it would have been beset by worries and apprehension had she been in full command of her mental

faculties Clayton well knew; so that while he suffered terribly to see her so, there were times when he was

Long since had he given up any hope of rescue, except through accident. With unremitting zeal he had

Skins of lion and panther covered the floor. Cupboards and bookcases lined the walls. Odd vases made by his

own hand from the clay of the region held beautiful tropical flowers. Curtains of grass and bamboo covered

the windows, and, most arduous task of all, with his meager assortment of tools he had fashioned lumber to

That he had been able to turn his hands at all to such unaccustomed labor was a source of mild wonder to

him. But he loved the work because it was for her and the tiny life that had come to cheer them, though

adding a hundredfold to his responsibilities and to the terribleness of their situation.

During the year that followed, Clayton was several times attacked by the great apes which now seemed to

continually infest the vicinity of the cabin; but as he never again ventured outside without both rifle and

He had strengthened the window protections and fitted a unique wooden lock to the cabin door, so that when

he hunted for game and fruits, as it was constantly necessary for him to do to insure sustenance, he had no

At first he shot much of the game from the cabin windows, but toward the end the animals learned to fear the

In his leisure Clayton read, often aloud to his wife, from the store of books he had brought for their new

home. Among these were many for little childrenpicture books, primers, readersfor they had known that

their little child would be old enough for such before they might hope to return to England.

At other times Clayton wrote in his diary, which he had always been accustomed to keep in French, and in

which he recorded the details of their strange life. This book he kept locked in a little metal box.

A year from the day her little son was born Lady Alice passed quietly away in the night. So peaceful was her

end that it was hours before Clayton could awake to a realization that his wife was dead.

The horror of the situation came to him very slowly, and it is doubtful that he ever fully realized the enormity

of his sorrow and the fearful responsibility that had devolved upon him with the care of that wee thing, his

The last entry in his diary was made the morning following her death, and there he recites the sad details in a

matterof fact way that adds to the pathos of it; for it breathes a tired apathy born of long sorrow and

hopelessness, which even this cruel blow could scarcely awake to further suffering:

And as John Clayton wrote the last words his hand was destined ever to pen, he dropped his head wearily

upon his outstretched arms where they rested upon the table he had built for her who lay still and cold in the

For a long time no sound broke the deathlike stillness of the jungle midday save the piteous wailing of the

In the forest of the tableland a mile back from the ocean old Kerchak the Ape was on a rampage of rage

The younger and lighter members of his tribe scampered to the higher branches of the great trees to escape

his wrath; risking their lives upon branches that scarce supported their weight rather than face old Kerchak in

The other males scattered in all directions, but not before the infuriated brute had felt the vertebra of one snap

A luckless young female slipped from an insecure hold upon a high branch and came crashing to the ground

With a wild scream he was upon her, tearing a great piece from her side with his mighty teeth, and striking

her viciously upon her head and shoulders with a broken tree limb until her skull was crushed to a jelly.

And then he spied Kala, who, returning from a search for food with her young babe, was ignorant of the state

of the mighty male's temper until suddenly the shrill warnings of her fellows caused her to scamper madly for

But Kerchak was close upon her, so close that he had almost grasped her ankle had she not made a furious

leap far into space from one tree to anothera perilous chance which apes seldom if ever take, unless so

She made the leap successfully, but as she grasped the limb of the further tree the sudden jar loosened the

hold of the tiny babe where it clung frantically to her neck, and she saw the little thing hurled, turning and

With a low cry of dismay Kala rushed headlong to its side, thoughtless now of the danger from Kerchak; but

With low moans, she sat cuddling the body to her; nor did Kerchak attempt to molest her. With the death of

Kerchak was a huge king ape, weighing perhaps three hundred and fifty pounds. His forehead was extremely

low and receding, his eyes bloodshot, small and close set to his coarse, flat nose; his ears large and thin, but

His awful temper and his mighty strength made him supreme among the little tribe into which he had been

Now that he was in his prime, there was no simian in all the mighty forest through which he roved that dared

Old Tantor, the elephant, alone of all the wild savage life, feared him notand he alone did Kerchak fear.

When Tantor trumpeted, the great ape scurried with his fellows high among the trees of the second terrace.

The tribe of anthropoids over which Kerchak ruled with an iron hand and bared fangs, numbered some six or

eight families, each family consisting of an adult male with his females and their young, numbering in all

Kala was the youngest mate of a male called Tublat, meaning broken nose, and the child she had seen dashed

Notwithstanding her youth, she was large and powerfula splendid, cleanlimbed animal, with a round,

high forehead, which denoted more intelligence than most of her kind possessed. So, also, she had a great

But she was still an ape, a huge, fierce, terrible beast of a species closely allied to the gorilla, yet more

intelligent; which, with the strength of their cousin, made her kind the most fearsome of those aweinspiring

When the tribe saw that Kerchak's rage had ceased they came slowly down from their arboreal retreats and

The young played and frolicked about among the trees and bushes. Some of the adults lay prone upon the soft

mat of dead and decaying vegetation which covered the ground, while others turned over pieces of fallen

branches and clods of earth in search of the small bugs and reptiles which formed a part of their food.

Others, again, searched the surrounding trees for fruit, nuts, small birds, and eggs.

They had passed an hour or so thus when Kerchak called them together, and, with a word of command to

They traveled for the most part upon the ground, where it was open, following the path of the great elephants

whose comings and goings break the only roads through those tangled mazes of bush, vine, creeper, and tree.

When they walked it was with a rolling, awkward motion, placing the knuckles of their closed hands upon the

But when the way was through the lower trees they moved more swiftly, swinging from branch to branch

with the agility of their smaller cousins, the monkeys. And all the way Kala carried her little dead baby

It was shortly after noon when they reached a ridge overlooking the beach where below them lay the tiny

He had seen many of his kind go to their deaths before the loud noise made by the little black stick in the

hands of the strange white ape who lived in that wonderful lair, and Kerchak had made up his brute mind to

own that deathdealing contrivance, and to explore the interior of the mysterious den.

He wanted, very, very much, to feel his teeth sink into the neck of the queer animal that he had learned to

hate and fear, and because of this, he came often with his tribe to reconnoiter, waiting for a time when the

Of late they had quit attacking, or even showing themselves; for every time they had done so in the past the

little stick had roared out its terrible message of death to some member of the tribe.

Today there was no sign of the man about, and from where they watched they could see that the cabin door

was open. Slowly, cautiously, and noiselessly they crept through the jungle toward the little cabin.

There were no growls, no fierce screams of ragethe little black stick had taught them to come quietly lest

On, on they came until Kerchak himself slunk stealthily to the very door and peered within. Behind him were

Inside the den they saw the strange white ape lying half across a table, his head buried in his arms; and on the

bed lay a figure covered by a sailcloth, while from a tiny rustic cradle came the plaintive wailing of a babe.

Noiselessly Kerchak entered, crouching for the charge; and then John Clayton rose with a sudden start and

The sight that met his eyes must have frozen him with horror, for there, within the door, stood three great bull

apes, while behind them crowded many more; how many he never knew, for his revolvers were hanging on

When the king ape released the limp form which had been John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, he turned his

attention toward the little cradle; but Kala was there before him, and when he would have grasped the child

she snatched it herself, and before he could intercept her she had bolted through the door and taken refuge in

As she took up the little live baby of Alice Clayton she dropped the dead body of her own into the empty

cradle; for the wail of the living had answered the call of universal motherhood within her wild breast which

High up among the branches of a mighty tree she hugged the shrieking infant to her bosom, and soon the

instinct that was as dominant in this fierce female as it had been in the breast of his tender and beautiful

motherthe instinct of mother lovereached out to the tiny manchild's halfformed understanding, and he

Then hunger closed the gap between them, and the son of an English lord and an English lady nursed at the

In the meantime the beasts within the cabin were warily examining the contents of this strange lair.

Once satisfied that Clayton was dead, Kerchak turned his attention to the thing which lay upon the bed,

Gingerly he lifted one corner of the shroud, but when he saw the body of the woman beneath he tore the cloth

roughly from her form and seized the still, white throat in his huge, hairy hands.

A moment he let his fingers sink deep into the cold flesh, and then, realizing that she was already dead, he

turned from her, to examine the contents of the room; nor did he again molest the body of either Lady Alice

The rifle hanging upon the wall caught his first attention; it was for this strange, deathdealing thunderstick

that he had yearned for months; but now that it was within his grasp he scarcely had the temerity to seize it.

Cautiously he approached the thing, ready to flee precipitately should it speak in its deep roaring tones, as he

had heard it speak before, the last words to those of his kind who, through ignorance or rashness, had

Deep in the beast's intelligence was something which assured him that the thunderstick was only dangerous

when in the hands of one who could manipulate it, but yet it was several minutes ere he could bring himself

Instead, he walked back and forth along the floor before it, turning his head so that never once did his eyes

Using his long arms as a man uses crutches, and rolling his huge carcass from side to side with each stride,

the great king ape paced to and fro, uttering deep growls, occasionally punctuated with the earpiercing

Presently he halted before the rifle. Slowly he raised a huge hand until it almost touched the shining barrel,

It was as though the great brute by this show of fearlessness, and through the medium of his wild voice, was

endeavoring to bolster up his courage to the point which would permit him to take the rifle in his hand.

Again he stopped, and this time succeeded in forcing his reluctant hand to the cold steel, only to snatch it

Time after time this strange ceremony was repeated, but on each occasion with increased confidence, until,

finally, the rifle was torn from its hook and lay in the grasp of the great brute.

Finding that it harmed him not, Kerchak began to examine it closely. He felt of it from end to end, peered

down the black depths of the muzzle, fingered the sights, the breech, the stock, and finally the trigger.

During all these operations the apes who had entered sat huddled near the door watching their chief, while

those outside strained and crowded to catch a glimpse of what transpired within.

Suddenly Kerchak's finger closed upon the trigger. There was a deafening roar in the little room and the apes

Kerchak was equally frightened, so frightened, in fact, that he quite forgot to throw aside the author of that

As he passed through the opening, the front sight of the rifle caught upon the edge of the inswung door with

When Kerchak came to a halt a short distance from the cabin and discovered that he still held the rifle, he

dropped it as he might have dropped a red hot iron, nor did he again attempt to recover itthe noise was too

much for his brute nerves; but he was now quite convinced that the terrible stick was quite harmless by itself

It was an hour before the apes could again bring themselves to approach the cabin to continue their

investigations, and when they finally did so, they found to their chagrin that the door was closed and so

The cleverly constructed latch which Clayton had made for the door had sprung as Kerchak passed out; nor

After roaming about the vicinity for a short time, they started back for the deeper forests and the higher land

Kala had not once come to earth with her little adopted babe, but now Kerchak called to her to descend with

the rest, and as there was no note of anger in his voice she dropped lightly from branch to branch and joined

Those of the apes who attempted to examine Kala's strange baby were repulsed with bared fangs and low

When they assured her that they meant the child no harm she permitted them to come close, but would not

It was as though she knew that her baby was frail and delicate and feared lest the rough hands of her fellows

Another thing she did, and which made traveling an onerous trial for her. Remembering the death of her own

little one, she clung desperately to the new babe, with one hand, whenever they were upon the march.

The other young rode upon their mothers' backs; their little arms tightly clasping the hairy necks before them,

Not so with Kala; she held the small form of the little Lord Greystoke tightly to her breast, where the dainty

hands clutched the long black hair which covered that portion of her body. She had seen one child fall from

Tenderly Kala nursed her little waif, wondering silently why it did not gain strength and agility as did the

little apes of other mothers. It was nearly a year from the time the little fellow came into her possession

Kala sometimes talked with the older females about her young hopeful, but none of them could understand

how a child could be so slow and backward in learning to care for itself. Why, it could not even find food

Had they known that the child had seen thirteen moons before it had come into Kala's possession they would

have considered its case as absolutely hopeless, for the little apes of their own tribe were as far advanced in

Tublat, Kala's husband, was sorely vexed, and but for the female's careful watching would have put the child

"He will never be a great ape," he argued. "Always will you have to carry him and protect him. What good

"Let us leave him quietly sleeping among the tall grasses, that you may bear other and stronger apes to guard

And then Tublat went to Kerchak to urge him to use his authority with Kala, and force her to give up little

Tarzan, which was the name they had given to the tiny Lord Greystoke, and which meant "WhiteSkin."

But when Kerchak spoke to her about it Kala threatened to run away from the tribe if they did not leave her in

peace with the child; and as this is one of the inalienable rights of the jungle folk, if they be dissatisfied

among their own people, they bothered her no more, for Kala was a fine cleanlimbed young female, and

As Tarzan grew he made more rapid strides, so that by the time he was ten years old he was an excellent

climber, and on the ground could do many wonderful things which were beyond the powers of his little

In many ways did he differ from them, and they often marveled at his superior cunning, but in strength and

size he was deficient; for at ten the great anthropoids were fully grown, some of them towering over six feet

From early childhood he had used his hands to swing from branch to branch after the manner of his giant

mother, and as he grew older he spent hour upon hour daily speeding through the tree tops with his brothers

He could spring twenty feet across space at the dizzy heights of the forest top, and grasp with unerring

precision, and without apparent jar, a limb waving wildly in the path of an approaching tornado.

He could drop twenty feet at a stretch from limb to limb in rapid descent to the ground, or he could gain the

utmost pinnacle of the loftiest tropical giant with the ease and swiftness of a squirrel.

Though but ten years old he was fully as strong as the average man of thirty, and far more agile than the most

His life among these fierce apes had been happy; for his recollection held no other life, nor did he know that

there existed within the universe aught else than his little forest and the wild jungle animals with which he

He was nearly ten before he commenced to realize that a great difference existed between himself and his

fellows. His little body, burned brown by exposure, suddenly caused him feelings of intense shame, for he

He attempted to obviate this by plastering himself from head to foot with mud, but this dried and fell off.

Besides it felt so uncomfortable that he quickly decided that he preferred the shame to the discomfort.

In the higher land which his tribe frequented was a little lake, and it was here that Tarzan first saw his face in

It was on a sultry day of the dry season that he and one of his cousins had gone down to the bank to drink. As

they leaned over, both little faces were mirrored on the placid pool; the fierce and terrible features of the ape

Tarzan was appalled. It had been bad enough to be hairless, but to own such a countenance! He wondered

That tiny slit of a mouth and those puny white teeth! How they looked beside the mighty lips and powerful

And the little pinched nose of his; so thin was it that it looked half starved. He turned red as he compared it

with the beautiful broad nostrils of his companion. Such a generous nose! Why it spread half across his face!

But when he saw his own eyes; ah, that was the final blow a brown spot, a gray circle and then blank

So intent was he upon this personal appraisement of his features that he did not hear the parting of the tall

grass behind him as a great body pushed itself stealthily through the jungle; nor did his companion, the ape,

hear either, for he was drinking and the noise of his sucking lips and gurgles of satisfaction drowned the quiet

Not thirty paces behind the two she crouchedSabor, the huge lionesslashing her tail. Cautiously she

moved a great padded paw forward, noiselessly placing it before she lifted the next. Thus she advanced; her

belly low, almost touching the surface of the grounda great cat preparing to spring upon its prey.

Now she was within ten feet of the two unsuspecting little playfellowscarefully she drew her hind feet well

So low she was crouching now that she seemed flattened to the earth except for the upward bend of the

An instant she paused thus, as though turned to stone, and then, with an awful scream, she sprang.

Sabor, the lioness, was a wise hunter. To one less wise the wild alarm of her fierce cry as she sprang would

have seemed a foolish thing, for could she not more surely have fallen upon her victims had she but quietly

But Sabor knew well the wondrous quickness of the jungle folk and their almost unbelievable powers of

hearing. To them the sudden scraping of one blade of grass across another was as effectual a warning as her

loudest cry, and Sabor knew that she could not make that mighty leap without a little noise.

Her wild scream was not a warning. It was voiced to freeze her poor victims in a paralysis of terror for the

tiny fraction of an instant which would suffice for her mighty claws to sink into their soft flesh and hold them

So far as the ape was concerned, Sabor reasoned correctly. The little fellow crouched trembling just an

Not so, however, with Tarzan, the manchild. His life amidst the dangers of the jungle had taught him to

meet emergencies with selfconfidence, and his higher intelligence resulted in a quickness of mental action

So the scream of Sabor, the lioness, galvanized the brain and muscles of little Tarzan into instant action.

Before him lay the deep waters of the little lake, behind him certain death; a cruel death beneath tearing claws

Tarzan had always hated water except as a medium for quenching his thirst. He hated it because he connected

it with the chill and discomfort of the torrential rains, and he feared it for the thunder and lightning and wind

The deep waters of the lake he had been taught by his wild mother to avoid, and further, had he not seen little

Neeta sink beneath its quiet surface only a few short weeks before never to return to the tribe?

But of the two evils his quick mind chose the lesser ere the first note of Sabor's scream had scarce broken the

quiet of the jungle, and before the great beast had covered half her leap Tarzan felt the chill waters close

He could not swim, and the water was very deep; but still he lost no particle of that selfconfidence and

Rapidly he moved his hands and feet in an attempt to scramble upward, and, possibly more by chance than

design, he fell into the stroke that a dog uses when swimming, so that within a few seconds his nose was

above water and he found that he could keep it there by continuing his strokes, and also make progress

He was much surprised and pleased with this new acquirement which had been so suddenly thrust upon him,

He was now swimming parallel to the bank and there he saw the cruel beast that would have seized him

The lioness was intently watching Tarzan, evidently expecting him to return to shore, but this the boy had no

Instead he raised his voice in the call of distress common to his tribe, adding to it the warning which would

Almost immediately there came an answer from the distance, and presently forty or fifty great apes swung

In the lead was Kala, for she had recognized the tones of her best beloved, and with her was the mother of the

Though more powerful and better equipped for fighting than the apes, the lioness had no desire to meet these

enraged adults, and with a snarl of hatred she sprang quickly into the brush and disappeared.

Tarzan now swam to shore and clambered quickly upon dry land. The feeling of freshness and exhilaration

which the cool waters had imparted to him, filled his little being with grateful surprise, and ever after he lost

no opportunity to take a daily plunge in lake or stream or ocean when it was possible to do so.

For a long time Kala could not accustom herself to the sight; for though her people could swim when forced

The adventure with the lioness gave Tarzan food for pleasurable memories, for it was such affairs which

broke the monotony of his daily lifeotherwise but a dull round of searching for food, eating, and sleeping.

The tribe to which he belonged roamed a tract extending, roughly, twentyfive miles along the seacoast and

some fifty miles inland. This they traversed almost continually, occasionally remaining for months in one

locality; but as they moved through the trees with great speed they often covered the territory in a very few

Much depended upon food supply, climatic conditions, and the prevalence of animals of the more dangerous

species; though Kerchak often led them on long marches for no other reason than that he had tired of

At night they slept where darkness overtook them, lying upon the ground, and sometimes covering their

heads, and more seldom their bodies, with the great leaves of the elephant's ear. Two or three might lie

cuddled in each other's arms for additional warmth if the night were chill, and thus Tarzan had slept in Kala's

That the huge, fierce brute loved this child of another race is beyond question, and he, too, gave to the great,

hairy beast all the affection that would have belonged to his fair young mother had she lived.

When he was disobedient she cuffed him, it is true, but she was never cruel to him, and was more often

Tublat, her mate, always hated Tarzan, and on several occasions had come near ending his youthful career.

Tarzan on his part never lost an opportunity to show that he fully reciprocated his foster father's sentiments,

and whenever he could safely annoy him or make faces at him or hurl insults upon him from the safety of his

His superior intelligence and cunning permitted him to invent a thousand diabolical tricks to add to the

Early in his boyhood he had learned to form ropes by twisting and tying long grasses together, and with these

he was forever tripping Tublat or attempting to hang him from some overhanging branch.

By constant playing and experimenting with these he learned to tie rude knots, and make sliding nooses; and

with these he and the younger apes amused themselves. What Tarzan did they tried to do also, but he alone

One day while playing thus Tarzan had thrown his rope at one of his fleeing companions, retaining the other

end in his grasp. By accident the noose fell squarely about the running ape's neck, bringing him to a sudden

Ah, here was a new game, a fine game, thought Tarzan, and immediately he attempted to repeat the trick.

Now, indeed, was the life of Tublat a living nightmare. In sleep, upon the march, night or day, he never knew

when that quiet noose would slip about his neck and nearly choke the life out of him.

Kala punished, Tublat swore dire vengeance, and old Kerchak took notice and warned and threatened; but all

Tarzan defied them all, and the thin, strong noose continued to settle about Tublat's neck whenever he least

The other apes derived unlimited amusement from Tublat's discomfiture, for Broken Nose was a disagreeable

In Tarzan's clever little mind many thoughts revolved, and back of these was his divine power of reason.

If he could catch his fellow apes with his long arm of many grasses, why not Sabor, the lioness?

It was the germ of a thought, which, however, was destined to mull around in his conscious and subconscious

The wanderings of the tribe brought them often near the closed and silent cabin by the little landlocked

He would peek into the curtained windows, or, climbing upon the roof, peer down the black depths of the

chimney in vain endeavor to solve the unknown wonders that lay within those strong walls.

His childlike imagination pictured wonderful creatures within, and the very impossibility of forcing

He could clamber about the roof and windows for hours attempting to discover means of ingress, but to the

It was in the next visit to the vicinity, following the adventure with old Sabor, that, as he approached the

cabin, Tarzan noticed that from a distance the door appeared to be an independent part of the wall in which it

was set, and for the first time it occurred to him that this might prove the means of entrance which had so

He was alone, as was often the case when he visited the cabin, for the apes had no love for it; the story of the

thunderstick having lost nothing in the telling during these ten years had quite surrounded the white man's

The story of his own connection with the cabin had never been told him. The language of the apes had so few

words that they could talk but little of what they had seen in the cabin, having no words to accurately describe

either the strange people or their belongings, and so, long before Tarzan was old enough to understand, the

Only in a dim, vague way had Kala explained to him that his father had been a strange white ape, but he did

On this day, then, he went directly to the door and spent hours examining it and fussing with the hinges, the

knob and the latch. Finally he stumbled upon the right combination, and the door swung creakingly open

For some minutes he did not dare venture within, but finally, as his eyes became accustomed to the dim light

In the middle of the floor lay a skeleton, every vestige of flesh gone from the bones to which still clung the

mildewed and moldered remnants of what had once been clothing. Upon the bed lay a similar gruesome

thing, but smaller, while in a tiny cradle nearby was a third, a wee mite of a skeleton.

To none of these evidences of a fearful tragedy of a long dead day did little Tarzan give but passing heed. His

wild jungle life had inured him to the sight of dead and dying animals, and had he known that he was looking

upon the remains of his own father and mother he would have been no more greatly moved.

The furnishings and other contents of the room it was which riveted his attention. He examined many things

minutelystrange tools and weapons, books, paper, clothing what little had withstood the ravages of time

He opened chests and cupboards, such as did not baffle his small experience, and in these he found the

Among other things he found a sharp hunting knife, on the keen blade of which he immediately proceeded to

cut his finger. Undaunted he continued his experiments, finding that he could hack and hew splinters of wood

For a long time this amused him, but finally tiring he continued his explorations. In a cupboard filled with

books he came across one with brightly colored picturesit was a child's illustrated alphabet

There were many apes with faces similar to his own, and further over in the book he found, under "M," some

little monkeys such as he saw daily flitting through the trees of his primeval forest. But nowhere was pictured

any of his own people; in all the book was none that resembled Kerchak, or Tublat, or Kala.

At first he tried to pick the little figures from the leaves, but he soon saw that they were not real, though he

The boats, and trains, and cows and horses were quite meaningless to him, but not quite so baffling as the odd

little figures which appeared beneath and between the colored picturessome strange kind of bug he thought

they might be, for many of them had legs though nowhere could he find one with eyes and a mouth. It was

his first introduction to the letters of the alphabet, and he was over ten years old.

Of course he had never before seen print, or ever had spoken with any living thing which had the remotest

idea that such a thing as a written language existed, nor ever had he seen anyone reading.

So what wonder that the little boy was quite at a loss to guess the meaning of these strange figures.

Near the middle of the book he found his old enemy, Sabor, the lioness, and further on, coiled Histah, the

Oh, it was most engrossing! Never before in all his ten years had he enjoyed anything so much. So absorbed

was he that he did not note the approaching dusk, until it was quite upon him and the figures were blurred.

He put the book back in the cupboard and closed the door, for he did not wish anyone else to find and destroy

his treasure, and as he went out into the gathering darkness he closed the great door of the cabin behind him

as it had been before he discovered the secret of its lock, but before he left he had noticed the hunting knife

lying where he had thrown it upon the floor, and this he picked up and took with him to show to his fellows.

He had taken scarce a dozen steps toward the jungle when a great form rose up before him from the shadows

of a low bush. At first he thought it was one of his own people but in another instant he realized that it was

So close was he that there was no chance for flight and little Tarzan knew that he must stand and fight for his

life; for these great beasts were the deadly enemies of his tribe, and neither one nor the other ever asked or

Had Tarzan been a fullgrown bull ape of the species of his tribe he would have been more than a match for

the gorilla, but being only a little English boy, though enormously muscular for such, he stood no chance

against his cruel antagonist. In his veins, though, flowed the blood of the best of a race of mighty fighters,

and back of this was the training of his short lifetime among the fierce brutes of the jungle.

He knew no fear, as we know it; his little heart beat the faster but from the excitement and exhilaration of

adventure. Had the opportunity presented itself he would have escaped, but solely because his judgment told

him he was no match for the great thing which confronted him. And since reason showed him that successful

flight was impossible he met the gorilla squarely and bravely without a tremor of a single muscle, or any sign

In fact he met the brute midway in its charge, striking its huge body with his closed fists and as futilely as he

had been a fly attacking an elephant. But in one hand he still clutched the knife he had found in the cabin of

his father, and as the brute, striking and biting, closed upon him the boy accidentally turned the point toward

the hairy breast. As the knife sank deep into its body the gorilla shrieked in pain and rage.

But the boy had learned in that brief second a use for his sharp and shining toy, so that, as the tearing, striking

beast dragged him to earth he plunged the blade repeatedly and to the hilt into its breast.

The gorilla, fighting after the manner of its kind, struck terrific blows with its open hand, and tore the flesh at

For a moment they rolled upon the ground in the fierce frenzy of combat. More and more weakly the torn and

bleeding arm struck home with the long sharp blade, then the little figure stiffened with a spasmodic jerk, and

Tarzan, the young Lord Greystoke, rolled unconscious upon the dead and decaying vegetation which carpeted

A mile back in the forest the tribe had heard the fierce challenge of the gorilla, and, as was his custom when

any danger threatened, Kerchak called his people together, partly for mutual protection against a common

enemy, since this gorilla might be but one of a party of several, and also to see that all members of the tribe

It was soon discovered that Tarzan was missing, and Tublat was strongly opposed to sending assistance.

Kerchak himself had no liking for the strange little waif, so he listened to Tublat, and, finally, with a shrug of

But Kala was of a different mind; in fact, she had not waited but to learn that Tarzan was absent ere she was

fairly flying through the matted branches toward the point from which the cries of the gorilla were still

Darkness had now fallen, and an early moon was sending its faint light to cast strange, grotesque shadows

Here and there the brilliant rays penetrated to earth, but for the most part they only served to accentuate the

Like some huge phantom, Kala swung noiselessly from tree to tree; now running nimbly along a great

branch, now swinging through space at the end of another, only to grasp that of a farther tree in her rapid

progress toward the scene of the tragedy her knowledge of jungle life told her was being enacted a short

The cries of the gorilla proclaimed that it was in mortal combat with some other denizen of the fierce wood.

Suddenly these cries ceased, and the silence of death reigned throughout the jungle.

Kala could not understand, for the voice of Bolgani had at last been raised in the agony of suffering and

death, but no sound had come to her by which she possibly could determine the nature of his antagonist.

That her little Tarzan could destroy a great bull gorilla she knew to be improbable, and so, as she neared the

spot from which the sounds of the struggle had come, she moved more warily and at last slowly and with

extreme caution she traversed the lowest branches, peering eagerly into the moon splashed blackness for a

Presently she came upon them, lying in a little open space full under the brilliant light of the moonlittle

With a low cry Kala rushed to Tarzan's side, and gathering the poor, bloodcovered body to her breast,

listened for a sign of life. Faintly she heard itthe weak beating of the little heart.

Tenderly she bore him back through the inky jungle to where the tribe lay, and for many days and nights she

sat guard beside him, bringing him food and water, and brushing the flies and other insects from his cruel

Of medicine or surgery the poor thing knew nothing. She could but lick the wounds, and thus she kept them

At first Tarzan would eat nothing, but rolled and tossed in a wild delirium of fever. All he craved was water,

and this she brought him in the only way she could, bearing it in her own mouth.

No human mother could have shown more unselfish and sacrificing devotion than did this poor, wild brute

At last the fever abated and the boy commenced to mend. No word of complaint passed his tight set lips,

A portion of his chest was laid bare to the ribs, three of which had been broken by the mighty blows of the

gorilla. One arm was nearly severed by the giant fangs, and a great piece had been torn from his neck,

With the stoicism of the brutes who had raised him he endured his suffering quietly, preferring to crawl away

from the others and lie huddled in some clump of tall grasses rather than to show his misery before their eyes.

Kala, alone, he was glad to have with him, but now that he was better she was gone longer at a time, in search

of food; for the devoted animal had scarcely eaten enough to support her own life while Tarzan had been so

After what seemed an eternity to the little sufferer he was able to walk once more, and from then on his

recovery was so rapid that in another month he was as strong and active as ever.

During his convalescence he had gone over in his mind many times the battle with the gorilla, and his first

thought was to recover the wonderful little weapon which had transformed him from a hopelessly outclassed

Also, he was anxious to return to the cabin and continue his investigations of its wondrous contents.

So, early one morning, he set forth alone upon his quest. After a little search he located the cleanpicked

bones of his late adversary, and close by, partly buried beneath the fallen leaves, he found the knife, now red

with rust from its exposure to the dampness of the ground and from the dried blood of the gorilla.

He did not like the change in its former bright and gleaming surface; but it was still a formidable weapon, and

one which he meant to use to advantage whenever the opportunity presented itself. He had in mind that no

In another moment he was at the cabin, and after a short time had again thrown the latch and entered. His first

concern was to learn the mechanism of the lock, and this he did by examining it closely while the door was

open, so that he could learn precisely what caused it to hold the door, and by what means it released at his

He found that he could close and lock the door from within, and this he did so that there would be no chance

He commenced a systematic search of the cabin; but his attention was soon riveted by the books which

seemed to exert a strange and powerful influence over him, so that he could scarce attend to aught else for the

Among the other books were a primer, some child's readers, numerous picture books, and a great dictionary.

All of these he examined, but the pictures caught his fancy most, though the strange little bugs which covered

Squatting upon his haunches on the table top in the cabin his father had builthis smooth, brown, naked

little body bent over the book which rested in his strong slender hands, and his great shock of long, black hair

falling about his well shaped head and bright, intelligent eyesTarzan of the apes, little primitive man,

presented a picture filled, at once, with pathos and with promisean allegorical figure of the primordial

His little face was tense in study, for he had partially grasped, in a hazy, nebulous way, the rudiments of a

thought which was destined to prove the key and the solution to the puzzling problem of the strange little

In his hands was a primer opened at a picture of a little ape similar to himself, but covered, except for hands

and face, with strange, colored fur, for such he thought the jacket and trousers to be. Beneath the picture were

And now he had discovered in the text upon the page that these three were repeated many times in the same

Another fact he learnedthat there were comparatively few individual bugs; but these were repeated many

Slowly he turned the pages, scanning the pictures and the text for a repetition of the combination BOY.

Presently he found it beneath a picture of another little ape and a strange animal which went upon four legs

like the jackal and resembled him not a little. Beneath this picture the bugs appeared as:

And so he progressed very, very slowly, for it was a hard and laborious task which he had set himself without

knowing ita task which might seem to you or me impossiblelearning to read without having the slightest

knowledge of letters or written language, or the faintest idea that such things existed.

He did not accomplish it in a day, or in a week, or in a month, or in a year; but slowly, very slowly, he

learned after he had grasped the possibilities which lay in those little bugs, so that by the time he was fifteen

he knew the various combinations of letters which stood for every pictured figure in the little primer and in

Of the meaning and use of the articles and conjunctions, verbs and adverbs and pronouns he had but the

One day when he was about twelve he found a number of lead pencils in a hitherto undiscovered drawer

beneath the table, and in scratching upon the table top with one of them he was delighted to discover the

He worked so assiduously with this new toy that the table top was soon a mass of scrawly loops and irregular

lines and his pencilpoint worn down to the wood. Then he took another pencil, but this time he had a

He would attempt to reproduce some of the little bugs that scrambled over the pages of his books.

It was a difficult task, for he held the pencil as one would grasp the hilt of a dagger, which does not add

But he persevered for months, at such times as he was able to come to the cabin, until at last by repeated

experimenting he found a position in which to hold the pencil that best permitted him to guide and control it,

Copying the bugs taught him another thingtheir number; and though he could not count as we understand

it, yet he had an idea of quantity, the base of his calculations being the number of fingers upon one of his

His search through the various books convinced him that he had discovered all the different kinds of bugs

most often repeated in combination, and these he arranged in proper order with great ease because of the

His education progressed; but his greatest finds were in the inexhaustible storehouse of the huge illustrated

dictionary, for he learned more through the medium of pictures than text, even after he had grasped the

When he discovered the arrangement of words in alphabetical order he delighted in searching for and finding

the combinations with which he was familiar, and the words which followed them, their definitions, led him

By the time he was seventeen he had learned to read the simple, child's primer and had fully realized the true

No longer did he feel shame for his hairless body or his human features, for now his reason told him that he

was of a different race from his wild and hairy companions. He was a MAN, they were APES, and the

little apes which scurried through the forest top were MONKEYS. He knew, too, that old Sabor was

read. From then on his progress was rapid. With the help of the great dictionary and the active intelligence of

a healthy mind endowed by inheritance with more than ordinary reasoning powers he shrewdly guessed at

much which he could not really understand, and more often than not his guesses were close to the mark of

There were many breaks in his education, caused by the migratory habits of his tribe, but even when removed

from his books his active brain continued to search out the mysteries of his fascinating avocation.

Pieces of bark and flat leaves and even smooth stretches of bare earth provided him with copy books whereon

Nor did he neglect the sterner duties of life while following the bent of his inclination toward the solving of

He practiced with his rope and played with his sharp knife, which he had learned to keep keen by whetting

The tribe had grown larger since Tarzan had come among them, for under the leadership of Kerchak they had

been able to frighten the other tribes from their part of the jungle so that they had plenty to eat and little or no

Hence the younger males as they became adult found it more comfortable to take mates from their own tribe,

or if they captured one of another tribe to bring her back to Kerchak's band and live in amity with him rather

than attempt to set up new establishments of their own, or fight with the redoubtable Kerchak for supremacy

Occasionally one more ferocious than his fellows would attempt this latter alternative, but none had come yet

Tarzan held a peculiar position in the tribe. They seemed to consider him one of them and yet in some way

different. The older males either ignored him entirely or else hated him so vindictively that but for his

wondrous agility and speed and the fierce protection of the huge Kala he would have been dispatched at an

Tublat was his most consistent enemy, but it was through Tublat that, when he was about thirteen, the

persecution of his enemies suddenly ceased and he was left severely alone, except on the occasions when one

of them ran amuck in the throes of one of those strange, wild fits of insane rage which attacks the males of

On the day that Tarzan established his right to respect, the tribe was gathered about a small natural

amphitheater which the jungle had left free from its entangling vines and creepers in a hollow among some

The open space was almost circular in shape. Upon every hand rose the mighty giants of the untouched

forest, with the matted undergrowth banked so closely between the huge trunks that the only opening into the

Here, safe from interruption, the tribe often gathered. In the center of the amphitheater was one of those

strange earthen drums which the anthropoids build for the queer rites the sounds of which men have heard in

Many travelers have seen the drums of the great apes, and some have heard the sounds of their beating and

the noise of the wild, weird revelry of these first lords of the jungle, but Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, is,

doubtless, the only human being who ever joined in the fierce, mad, intoxicating revel of the DumDum.

From this primitive function has arisen, unquestionably, all the forms and ceremonials of modern church and

state, for through all the countless ages, back beyond the uttermost ramparts of a dawning humanity our

fierce, hairy forebears danced out the rites of the DumDum to the sound of their earthen drums, beneath the

bright light of a tropical moon in the depth of a mighty jungle which stands unchanged today as it stood on

that long forgotten night in the dim, unthinkable vistas of the long dead past when our first shaggy ancestor

swung from a swaying bough and dropped lightly upon the soft turf of the first meeting place.

On the day that Tarzan won his emancipation from the persecution that had followed him remorselessly for

twelve of his thirteen years of life, the tribe, now a full hundred strong, trooped silently through the lower

terrace of the jungle trees and dropped noiselessly upon the floor of the amphitheater.

The rites of the DumDum marked important events in the life of the tribea victory, the capture of a

prisoner, the killing of some large fierce denizen of the jungle, the death or accession of a king, and were

Today it was the killing of a giant ape, a member of another tribe, and as the people of Kerchak entered the

arena two mighty bulls were seen bearing the body of the vanquished between them.

They laid their burden before the earthen drum and then squatted there beside it as guards, while the other

members of the community curled themselves in grassy nooks to sleep until the rising moon should give the

For hours absolute quiet reigned in the little clearing, except as it was broken by the discordant notes of

brilliantly feathered parrots, or the screeching and twittering of the thousand jungle birds flitting ceaselessly

amongst the vivid orchids and flamboyant blossoms which festooned the myriad, mosscovered branches of

At length as darkness settled upon the jungle the apes commenced to bestir themselves, and soon they formed

a great circle about the earthen drum. The females and young squatted in a thin line at the outer periphery of

the circle, while just in front of them ranged the adult males. Before the drum sat three old females, each

Slowly and softly they began tapping upon the resounding surface of the drum as the first faint rays of the

As the light in the amphitheater increased the females augmented the frequency and force of their blows until

presently a wild, rhythmic din pervaded the great jungle for miles in every direction. Huge, fierce brutes

stopped in their hunting, with uppricked ears and raised heads, to listen to the dull booming that betokened

Occasionally one would raise his shrill scream or thunderous roar in answering challenge to the savage din of

the anthropoids, but none came near to investigate or attack, for the great apes, assembled in all the power of

As the din of the drum rose to almost deafening volume Kerchak sprang into the open space between the

Standing erect he threw his head far back and looking full into the eye of the rising moon he beat upon his

Onetwicethrice that terrifying cry rang out across the teeming solitude of that unspeakably quick, yet

Then, crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly around the open circle, veering far away from the dead body

lying before the altardrum, but, as he passed, keeping his little, fierce, wicked, red eyes upon the corpse.

Another male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating the horrid cries of his king, followed stealthily in his

wake. Another and another followed in quick succession until the jungle reverberated with the now almost

When all the adult males had joined in the thin line of circling dancers the attack commenced.

Kerchak, seizing a huge club from the pile which lay at hand for the purpose, rushed furiously upon the dead

ape, dealing the corpse a terrific blow, at the same time emitting the growls and snarls of combat. The din of

the drum was now increased, as well as the frequency of the blows, and the warriors, as each approached the

victim of the hunt and delivered his bludgeon blow, joined in the mad whirl of the Death Dance.

Tarzan was one of the wild, leaping horde. His brown, sweatstreaked, muscular body, glistening in the

moonlight, shone supple and graceful among the uncouth, awkward, hairy brutes about him.

None was more stealthy in the mimic hunt, none more ferocious than he in the wild ferocity of the attack,

As the noise and rapidity of the drumbeats increased the dancers apparently became intoxicated with the wild

rhythm and the savage yells. Their leaps and bounds increased, their bared fangs dripped saliva, and their lips

For half an hour the weird dance went on, until, at a sign from Kerchak, the noise of the drums ceased, the

female drummers scampering hurriedly through the line of dancers toward the outer rim of squatting

spectators. Then, as one, the males rushed headlong upon the thing which their terrific blows had reduced to a

Flesh seldom came to their jaws in satisfying quantities, so a fit finale to their wild revel was a taste of fresh

killed meat, and it was to the purpose of devouring their late enemy that they now turned their attention.

Great fangs sunk into the carcass tearing away huge hunks, the mightiest of the apes obtaining the choicest

morsels, while the weaker circled the outer edge of the fighting, snarling pack awaiting their chance to dodge

Tarzan, more than the apes, craved and needed flesh. Descended from a race of meat eaters, never in his life,

he thought, had he once satisfied his appetite for animal food; and so now his agile little body wormed its

way far into the mass of struggling, rending apes in an endeavor to obtain a share which his strength would

At his side hung the hunting knife of his unknown father in a sheath selffashioned in copy of one he had

At last he reached the fast disappearing feast and with his sharp knife slashed off a more generous portion

than he had hoped for, an entire hairy forearm, where it protruded from beneath the feet of the mighty

Kerchak, who was so busily engaged in perpetuating the royal prerogative of gluttony that he failed to note

So little Tarzan wriggled out from beneath the struggling mass, clutching his grisly prize close to his breast.

Among those circling futilely the outskirts of the banqueters was old Tublat. He had been among the first at

the feast, but had retreated with a goodly share to eat in quiet, and was now forcing his way back for more.

So it was that he spied Tarzan as the boy emerged from the clawing, pushing throng with that hairy forearm

Tublat's little, closeset, bloodshot, pigeyes shot wicked gleams of hate as they fell upon the object of his

But Tarzan saw his arch enemy as quickly, and divining what the great beast would do he leaped nimbly

away toward the females and the young, hoping to hide himself among them. Tublat, however, was close

upon his heels, so that he had no opportunity to seek a place of concealment, but saw that he would be put to

Swiftly he sped toward the surrounding trees and with an agile bound gained a lower limb with one hand, and

then, transferring his burden to his teeth, he climbed rapidly upward, closely followed by Tublat.

Up, up he went to the waving pinnacle of a lofty monarch of the forest where his heavy pursuer dared not

follow him. There he perched, hurling taunts and insults at the raging, foaming beast fifty feet below him.

With horrifying screams and roars he rushed to the ground, among the females and young, sinking his great

fangs into a dozen tiny necks and tearing great pieces from the backs and breasts of the females who fell into

In the brilliant moonlight Tarzan witnessed the whole mad carnival of rage. He saw the females and the

young scamper to the safety of the trees. Then the great bulls in the center of the arena felt the mighty fangs

of their demented fellow, and with one accord they melted into the black shadows of the overhanging forest.

There was but one in the amphitheater beside Tublat, a belated female running swiftly toward the tree where

It was Kala, and as quickly as Tarzan saw that Tublat was gaining on her he dropped with the rapidity of a

Now she was beneath the overhanging limbs and close above her crouched Tarzan, waiting the outcome of

She leaped into the air grasping a lowhanging branch, but almost over the head of Tublat, so nearly had he

distanced her. She should have been safe now but there was a rending, tearing sound, the branch broke and

Both were up in an instant, but as quick as they had been Tarzan had been quicker, so that the infuriated bull

Nothing could have suited the fierce beast better, and with a roar of triumph he leaped upon the little Lord

A muscular hand shot out and grasped the hairy throat, and another plunged a keen hunting knife a dozen

times into the broad breast. Like lightning the blows fell, and only ceased when Tarzan felt the limp form

As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and,

raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his

One by one the tribe swung down from their arboreal retreats and formed a circle about Tarzan and his

"I am Tarzan," he cried. "I am a great killer. Let all respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother. There be

Looking full into the wicked, red eyes of Kerchak, the young Lord Greystoke beat upon his mighty breast and

The morning after the DumDum the tribe started slowly back through the forest toward the coast.

The body of Tublat lay where it had fallen, for the people of Kerchak do not eat their own dead.

The march was but a leisurely search for food. Cabbage palm and gray plum, pisang and scitamine they

found in abundance, with wild pineapple, and occasionally small mammals, birds, eggs, reptiles, and insects.

The nuts they cracked between their powerful jaws, or, if too hard, broke by pounding between stones.

Once old Sabor, crossing their path, sent them scurrying to the safety of the higher branches, for if she

respected their number and their sharp fangs, they on their part held her cruel and mighty ferocity in equal

Upon a lowhanging branch sat Tarzan directly above the majestic, supple body as it forged silently through

the thick jungle. He hurled a pineapple at the ancient enemy of his people. The great beast stopped and,

With an angry lash of her tail she bared her yellow fangs, curling her great lips in a hideous snarl that

wrinkled her bristling snout in serried ridges and closed her wicked eyes to two narrow slits of rage and

With backlaid ears she looked straight into the eyes of Tarzan of the Apes and sounded her fierce, shrill

challenge. And from the safety of his overhanging limb the apechild sent back the fearsome answer of his

For a moment the two eyed each other in silence, and then the great cat turned into the jungle, which

But into the mind of Tarzan a great plan sprang. He had killed the fierce Tublat, so was he not therefore a

mighty fighter? Now would he track down the crafty Sabor and slay her likewise. He would be a mighty

At the bottom of his little English heart beat the great desire to cover his nakedness with CLOTHES for he

had learned from his picture books that all MEN were so covered, while MONKEYS and APES and every

CLOTHES therefore, must be truly a badge of greatness; the insignia of the superiority of MAN over all

other animals, for surely there could be no other reason for wearing the hideous things.

Many moons ago, when he had been much smaller, he had desired the skin of Sabor, the lioness, or Numa,

the lion, or Sheeta, the leopard to cover his hairless body that he might no longer resemble hideous Histah,

the snake; but now he was proud of his sleek skin for it betokened his descent from a mighty race, and the

conflicting desires to go naked in prideful proof of his ancestry, or to conform to the customs of his own kind

and wear hideous and uncomfortable apparel found first one and then the other in the ascendency.

As the tribe continued their slow way through the forest after the passing of Sabor, Tarzan's head was filled

with his great scheme for slaying his enemy, and for many days thereafter he thought of little else.

On this day, however, he presently had other and more immediate interests to attract his attention.

Suddenly it became as midnight; the noises of the jungle ceased; the trees stood motionless as though in

paralyzed expectancy of some great and imminent disaster. All nature waitedbut not for long.

Faintly, from a distance, came a low, sad moaning. Nearer and nearer it approached, mounting louder and

The great trees bent in unison as though pressed earthward by a mighty hand. Farther and farther toward the

ground they inclined, and still there was no sound save the deep and awesome moaning of the wind.

Then, suddenly, the jungle giants whipped back, lashing their mighty tops in angry and deafening protest. A

vivid and blinding light flashed from the whirling, inky clouds above. The deep cannonade of roaring thunder

belched forth its fearsome challenge. The deluge cameall hell broke loose upon the jungle.

The tribe shivering from the cold rain, huddled at the bases of great trees. The lightning, darting and flashing

through the blackness, showed wildly waving branches, whipping streamers and bending trunks.

Now and again some ancient patriarch of the woods, rent by a flashing bolt, would crash in a thousand pieces

among the surrounding trees, carrying down numberless branches and many smaller neighbors to add to the

Branches, great and small, torn away by the ferocity of the tornado, hurtled through the wildly waving

verdure, carrying death and destruction to countless unhappy denizens of the thickly peopled world below.

For hours the fury of the storm continued without surcease, and still the tribe huddled close in shivering fear.

In constant danger from falling trunks and branches and paralyzed by the vivid flashing of lightning and the

The end was as sudden as the beginning. The wind ceased, the sun shone forthnature smiled once more.

The dripping leaves and branches, and the moist petals of gorgeous flowers glistened in the splendor of the

returning day. And, soas Nature forgot, her children forgot also. Busy life went on as it had been before

But to Tarzan a dawning light had come to explain the mystery of CLOTHES. How snug he would have been

beneath the heavy coat of Sabor! And so was added a further incentive to the adventure.

For several months the tribe hovered near the beach where stood Tarzan's cabin, and his studies took up the

greater portion of his time, but always when journeying through the forest he kept his rope in readiness, and

many were the smaller animals that fell into the snare of the quick thrown noose.

Once it fell about the short neck of Horta, the boar, and his mad lunge for freedom toppled Tarzan from the

overhanging limb where he had lain in wait and from whence he had launched his sinuous coil.

The mighty tusker turned at the sound of his falling body, and, seeing only the easy prey of a young ape, he

Tarzan, happily, was uninjured by the fall, alighting catlike upon all fours far outspread to take up the shock.

He was on his feet in an instant and, leaping with the agility of the monkey he was, he gained the safety of a

Thus it was that Tarzan learned by experience the limitations as well as the possibilities of his strange

He lost a long rope on this occasion, but he knew that had it been Sabor who had thus dragged him from his

perch the outcome might have been very different, for he would have lost his life, doubtless, into the bargain.

It took him many days to braid a new rope, but when, finally, it was done he went forth purposely to hunt,

and lie in wait among the dense foliage of a great branch right above the wellbeaten trail that led to water.

Several small animals passed unharmed beneath him. He did not want such insignificant game. It would take

At last came she whom Tarzan sought, with lithe sinews rolling beneath shimmering hide; fat and glossy

Her great padded feet fell soft and noiseless on the narrow trail. Her head was high in ever alert attention; her

Nearer and nearer she came to where Tarzan of the Apes crouched upon his limb, the coils of his long rope

Like a thing of bronze, motionless as death, sat Tarzan. Sabor passed beneath. One stride beyond she tooka

For an instant the spreading noose hung above her head like a great snake, and then, as she looked upward to

detect the origin of the swishing sound of the rope, it settled about her neck. With a quick jerk Tarzan

snapped the noose tight about the glossy throat, and then he dropped the rope and clung to his support with

With a bound the startled beast turned into the jungle, but Tarzan was not to lose another rope through the

same cause as the first. He had learned from experience. The lioness had taken but half her second bound

when she felt the rope tighten about her neck; her body turned completely over in the air and she fell with a

heavy crash upon her back. Tarzan had fastened the end of the rope securely to the trunk of the great tree on

Thus far his plan had worked to perfection, but when he grasped the rope, bracing himself behind a crotch of

two mighty branches, he found that dragging the mighty, struggling, clawing, biting, screaming mass of

ironmuscled fury up to the tree and hanging her was a very different proposition.

The weight of old Sabor was immense, and when she braced her huge paws nothing less than Tantor, the

The lioness was now back in the path where she could see the author of the indignity which had been placed

upon her. Screaming with rage she suddenly charged, leaping high into the air toward Tarzan, but when her

Instead he perched lightly upon a smaller branch twenty feet above the raging captive. For a moment Sabor

hung half across the branch, while Tarzan mocked, and hurled twigs and branches at her unprotected face.

Presently the beast dropped to the earth again and Tarzan came quickly to seize the rope, but Sabor had now

found that it was only a slender cord that held her, and grasping it in her huge jaws severed it before Tarzan

Tarzan was much hurt. His welllaid plan had come to naught, so he sat there screaming at the roaring

Sabor paced back and forth beneath the tree for hours; four times she crouched and sprang at the dancing

sprite above her, but might as well have clutched at the illusive wind that murmured through the tree tops.

At last Tarzan tired of the sport, and with a parting roar of challenge and a wellaimed ripe fruit that spread

soft and sticky over the snarling face of his enemy, he swung rapidly through the trees, a hundred feet above

Here he recounted the details of his adventure, with swelling chest and so considerable swagger that he quite

impressed even his bitterest enemies, while Kala fairly danced for joy and pride.

Tarzan of the Apes lived on in his wild, jungle existence with little change for several years, only that he

grew stronger and wiser, and learned from his books more and more of the strange worlds which lay

To him life was never monotonous or stale. There was always Pisah, the fish, to be caught in the many

streams and the little lakes, and Sabor, with her ferocious cousins to keep one ever on the alert and give zest

Often they hunted him, and more often he hunted them, but though they never quite reached him with those

cruel, sharp claws of theirs, yet there were times when one could scarce have passed a thick leaf between

Quick was Sabor, the lioness, and quick were Numa and Sheeta, but Tarzan of the Apes was lightning.

With Tantor, the elephant, he made friends. How? Ask not. But this is known to the denizens of the jungle,

that on many moonlight nights Tarzan of the Apes and Tantor, the elephant, walked together, and where the

Many days during these years he spent in the cabin of his father, where still lay, untouched, the bones of his

parents and the skeleton of Kala's baby. At eighteen he read fluently and understood nearly all he read in the

Also could he write, with printed letters, rapidly and plainly, but script he had not mastered, for though there

were several copy books among his treasure, there was so little written English in the cabin that he saw no

use for bothering with this other form of writing, though he could read it, laboriously.

Thus, at eighteen, we find him, an English lordling, who could speak no English, and yet who could read and

write his native language. Never had he seen a human being other than himself, for the little area traversed by

his tribe was watered by no greater river to bring down the savage natives of the interior.

High hills shut it off on three sides, the ocean on the fourth. It was alive with lions and leopards and

poisonous snakes. Its untouched mazes of matted jungle had as yet invited no hardy pioneer from the human

But as Tarzan of the Apes sat one day in the cabin of his father delving into the mysteries of a new book, the

At the far eastern confine a strange cavalcade strung, in single file, over the brow of a low hill.

In advance were fifty black warriors armed with slender wooden spears with ends hard baked over slow fires,

and long bows and poisoned arrows. On their backs were oval shields, in their noses huge rings, while from

Across their foreheads were tattooed three parallel lines of color, and on each breast three concentric circles.

Their yellow teeth were filed to sharp points, and their great protruding lips added still further to the low and

Following them were several hundred women and children, the former bearing upon their heads great

burdens of cooking pots, household utensils and ivory. In the rear were a hundred warriors, similar in all

That they more greatly feared an attack from the rear than whatever unknown enemies lurked in their advance

was evidenced by the formation of the column; and such was the fact, for they were fleeing from the white

man's soldiers who had so harassed them for rubber and ivory that they had turned upon their conquerors one

For many days they had gorged themselves on meat, but eventually a stronger body of troops had come and

That night the black soldiers of the white man had had meat aplenty, and this little remnant of a once

powerful tribe had slunk off into the gloomy jungle toward the unknown, and freedom.

But that which meant freedom and the pursuit of happiness to these savage blacks meant consternation and

For three days the little cavalcade marched slowly through the heart of this unknown and untracked forest,

until finally, early in the fourth day, they came upon a little spot near the banks of a small river, which

Here they set to work to build a new village, and in a month a great clearing had been made, huts and

palisades erected, plantains, yams and maize planted, and they had taken up their old life in their new home.

Here there were no white men, no soldiers, nor any rubber or ivory to be gathered for cruel and thankless

Several moons passed by ere the blacks ventured far into the territory surrounding their new village. Several

had already fallen prey to old Sabor, and because the jungle was so infested with these fierce and bloodthirsty

cats, and with lions and leopards, the ebony warriors hesitated to trust themselves far from the safety of their

But one day, Kulonga, a son of the old king, Mbonga, wandered far into the dense mazes to the west. Warily

he stepped, his slender lance ever ready, his long oval shield firmly grasped in his left hand close to his sleek

At his back his bow, and in the quiver upon his shield many slim, straight arrows, well smeared with the

Night found Kulonga far from the palisades of his father's village, but still headed westward, and climbing

into the fork of a great tree he fashioned a rude platform and curled himself for sleep.

Early the next morning the apes were astir, moving through the jungle in search of food. Tarzan, as was his

custom, prosecuted his search in the direction of the cabin so that by leisurely hunting on the way his stomach

The apes scattered by ones, and twos, and threes in all directions, but ever within sound of a signal of alarm.

Kala had moved slowly along an elephant track toward the east, and was busily engaged in turning over

rotted limbs and logs in search of succulent bugs and fungi, when the faintest shadow of a strange noise

For fifty yards before her the trail was straight, and down this leafy tunnel she saw the stealthy advancing

Kala did not wait to see more, but, turning, moved rapidly back along the trail. She did not run; but, after the

Close after her came Kulonga. Here was meat. He could make a killing and feast well this day. On he hurried,

At a turning of the trail he came in sight of her again upon another straight stretch. His spear hand went far

back the muscles rolled, lightninglike, beneath the sleek hide. Out shot the arm, and the spear sped toward

With a cry of rage and pain the sheape turned upon her tormentor. In an instant the trees were crashing

beneath the weight of her hurrying fellows, swinging rapidly toward the scene of trouble in answer to Kala's

As she charged, Kulonga unslung his bow and fitted an arrow with almost unthinkable quickness. Drawing

the shaft far back he drove the poisoned missile straight into the heart of the great anthropoid.

With a horrid scream Kala plunged forward upon her face before the astonished members of her tribe.

Roaring and shrieking the apes dashed toward Kulonga, but that wary savage was fleeing down the trail like a

He knew something of the ferocity of these wild, hairy men, and his one desire was to put as many miles

They followed him, racing through the trees, for a long distance, but finally one by one they abandoned the

None of them had ever seen a man before, other than Tarzan, and so they wondered vaguely what strange

On the far beach by the little cabin Tarzan heard the faint echoes of the conflict and knowing that something

was seriously amiss among the tribe he hastened rapidly toward the direction of the sound.

When he arrived he found the entire tribe gathered jabbering about the dead body of his slain mother.

Tarzan's grief and anger were unbounded. He roared out his hideous challenge time and again. He beat upon

his great chest with his clenched fists, and then he fell upon the body of Kala and sobbed out the pitiful

To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest

What though Kala was a fierce and hideous ape! To Tarzan she had been kind, she had been beautiful.

Upon her he had lavished, unknown to himself, all the reverence and respect and love that a normal English

boy feels for his own mother. He had never known another, and so to Kala was given, though mutely, all that

After the first outburst of grief Tarzan controlled himself, and questioning the members of the tribe who had

witnessed the killing of Kala he learned all that their meager vocabulary could convey.

It was enough, however, for his needs. It told him of a strange, hairless, black ape with feathers growing upon

its head, who launched death from a slender branch, and then ran, with the fleetness of Bara, the deer, toward

Tarzan waited no longer, but leaping into the branches of the trees sped rapidly through the forest. He knew

the windings of the elephant trail along which Kala's murderer had flown, and so he cut straight through the

jungle to intercept the black warrior who was evidently following the tortuous detours of the trail.

At his side was the hunting knife of his unknown sire, and across his shoulders the coils of his own long rope.

In an hour he struck the trail again, and coming to earth examined the soil minutely.

In the soft mud on the bank of a tiny rivulet he found footprints such as he alone in all the jungle had ever

made, but much larger than his. His heart beat fast. Could it be that he was trailing a MANone of his own

There were two sets of imprints pointing in opposite directions. So his quarry had already passed on his

return along the trail. As he examined the newer spoor a tiny particle of earth toppled from the outer edge of

one of the footprints to the bottom of its shallow depressionah, the trail was very fresh, his prey must have

Tarzan swung himself to the trees once more, and with swift noiselessness sped along high above the trail.

He had covered barely a mile when he came upon the black warrior standing in a little open space. In his

hand was his slender bow to which he had fitted one of his death dealing arrows.

Opposite him across the little clearing stood Horta, the boar, with lowered head and foam flecked tucks,

Tarzan looked with wonder upon the strange creature beneath himso like him in form and yet so different

in face and color. His books had portrayed the NEGRO, but how different had been the dull, dead print to this

As the man stood there with taut drawn bow Tarzan recognized him not so much the NEGRO as the

How wonderful! Tarzan almost betrayed his presence in the deep excitement of his discovery.

But things were commencing to happen below him. The sinewy black arm had drawn the shaft far back;

Horta, the boar, was charging, and then the black released the little poisoned arrow, and Tarzan saw it fly

Scarcely had the shaft left his bow ere Kulonga had fitted another to it, but Horta, the boar, was upon him so

quickly that he had no time to discharge it. With a bound the black leaped entirely over the rushing beast and

Horta wheeled to charge his enemy once more; a dozen steps he took, then he staggered and fell upon his

side. For a moment his muscles stiffened and relaxed convulsively, then he lay still.

With a knife that hung at his side he cut several large pieces from the boar's body, and in the center of the

trail he built a fire, cooking and eating as much as he wanted. The rest he left where it had fallen.

Tarzan was an interested spectator. His desire to kill burned fiercely in his wild breast, but his desire to learn

was even greater. He would follow this savage creature for a while and know from whence he came. He

could kill him at his leisure later, when the bow and deadly arrows were laid aside.

When Kulonga had finished his repast and disappeared beyond a near turning of the path, Tarzan dropped

quietly to the ground. With his knife he severed many strips of meat from Horta's carcass, but he did not cook

He had seen fire, but only when Ara, the lightning, had destroyed some great tree. That any creature of the

jungle could produce the redandyellow fangs which devoured wood and left nothing but fine dust

surprised Tarzan greatly, and why the black warrior had ruined his delicious repast by plunging it into the

blighting heat was quite beyond him. Possibly Ara was a friend with whom the Archer was sharing his food.

But, be that as it may, Tarzan would not ruin good meat in any such foolish manner, so he gobbled down a

great quantity of the raw flesh, burying the balance of the carcass beside the trail where he could find it upon

And then Lord Greystoke wiped his greasy fingers upon his naked thighs and took up the trail of Kulonga,

the son of Mbonga, the king; while in faroff London another Lord Greystoke, the younger brother of the real

Lord Greystoke's father, sent back his chops to the club's CHEF because they were underdone, and when he

had finished his repast he dipped his fingerends into a silver bowl of scented water and dried them upon a

All day Tarzan followed Kulonga, hovering above him in the trees like some malign spirit. Twice more he

saw him hurl his arrows of destructiononce at Dango, the hyena, and again at Manu, the monkey. In each

instance the animal died almost instantly, for Kulonga's poison was very fresh and very deadly.

Tarzan thought much on this wondrous method of slaying as he swung slowly along at a safe distance behind

his quarry. He knew that alone the tiny prick of the arrow could not so quickly dispatch these wild things of

the jungle, who were often torn and scratched and gored in a frightful manner as they fought with their jungle

No, there was something mysterious connected with these tiny slivers of wood which could bring death by a

That night Kulonga slept in the crotch of a mighty tree and far above him crouched Tarzan of the Apes.

When Kulonga awoke he found that his bow and arrows had disappeared. The black warrior was furious and

frightened, but more frightened than furious. He searched the ground below the tree, and he searched the tree

above the ground; but there was no sign of either bow or arrows or of the nocturnal marauder.

Kulonga was panicstricken. His spear he had hurled at Kala and had not recovered; and, now that his bow

and arrows were gone, he was defenseless except for a single knife. His only hope lay in reaching the village

That he was not far from home he was certain, so he took the trail at a rapid trot.

From a great mass of impenetrable foliage a few yards away emerged Tarzan of the Apes to swing quietly in

Kulonga's bow and arrows were securely tied high in the top of a giant tree from which a patch of bark had

been removed by a sharp knife near to the ground, and a branch half cut through and left hanging about fifty

As Kulonga continued his journey Tarzan closed on him until he traveled almost over the black's head. His

The moment was delayed only because Tarzan was anxious to ascertain the black warrior's destination, and

presently he was rewarded, for they came suddenly in view of a great clearing, at one end of which lay many

Tarzan was directly over Kulonga, as he made the discovery. The forest ended abruptly and beyond lay two

Tarzan must act quickly or his prey would be gone; but Tarzan's life training left so little space between

decision and action when an emergency confronted him that there was not even room for the shadow of a

So it was that as Kulonga emerged from the shadow of the jungle a slender coil of rope sped sinuously above

him from the lowest branch of a mighty tree directly upon the edge of the fields of Mbonga, and ere the king's

son had taken a half dozen steps into the clearing a quick noose tightened about his neck.

So quickly did Tarzan of the Apes drag back his prey that Kulonga's cry of alarm was throttled in his

windpipe. Hand over hand Tarzan drew the struggling black until he had him hanging by his neck in midair;

then Tarzan climbed to a larger branch drawing the still threshing victim well up into the sheltering verdure

Here he fastened the rope securely to a stout branch, and then, descending, plunged his hunting knife into

Tarzan examined the black minutely, for he had never seen any other human being. The knife with its sheath

and belt caught his eye; he appropriated them. A copper anklet also took his fancy, and this he transferred to

He examined and admired the tattooing on the forehead and breast. He marveled at the sharp filed teeth. He

investigated and appropriated the feathered headdress, and then he prepared to get down to business, for

Tarzan of the Apes was hungry, and here was meat; meat of the kill, which jungle ethics permitted him to eat.

How may we judge him, by what standards, this apeman with the heart and head and body of an English

Tublat, whom he had hated and who had hated him, he had killed in a fair fight, and yet never had the thought

of eating Tublat's flesh entered his head. It could have been as revolting to him as is cannibalism to us.

But who was Kulonga that he might not be eaten as fairly as Horta, the boar, or Bara, the deer? Was he not

simply another of the countless wild things of the jungle who preyed upon one another to satisfy the cravings

Suddenly, a strange doubt stayed his hand. Had not his books taught him that he was a man? And was not

Did men eat men? Alas, he did not know. Why, then, this hesitancy! Once more he essayed the effort, but a

All he knew was that he could not eat the flesh of this black man, and thus hereditary instinct, ages old,

usurped the functions of his untaught mind and saved him from transgressing a worldwide law of whose very

Quickly he lowered Kulonga's body to the ground, removed the noose, and took to the trees again.

From a lofty perch Tarzan viewed the village of thatched huts across the intervening plantation.

He saw that at one point the forest touched the village, and to this spot he made his way, lured by a fever of

curiosity to behold animals of his own kind, and to learn more of their ways and view the strange lairs in

His savage life among the fierce wild brutes of the jungle left no opening for any thought that these could be

aught else than enemies. Similarity of form led him into no erroneous conception of the welcome that would

be accorded him should he be discovered by these, the first of his own kind he had ever seen.

Tarzan of the Apes was no sentimentalist. He knew nothing of the brotherhood of man. All things outside his

own tribe were his deadly enemies, with the few exceptions of which Tantor, the elephant, was a marked

And he realized all this without malice or hatred. To kill was the law of the wild world he knew. Few were

his primitive pleasures, but the greatest of these was to hunt and kill, and so he accorded to others the right to

cherish the same desires as he, even though he himself might be the object of their hunt.

His strange life had left him neither morose nor bloodthirsty. That he joyed in killing, and that he killed with

a joyous laugh upon his handsome lips betokened no innate cruelty. He killed for food most often, but, being

a man, he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it has remained for man

alone among all creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for the mere pleasure of inflicting suffering and

And when he killed for revenge, or in selfdefense, he did that also without hysteria, for it was a very

So it was that now, as he cautiously approached the village of Mbonga, he was quite prepared either to kill or

be killed should he be discovered. He proceeded with unwonted stealth, for Kulonga had taught him great

respect for the little sharp splinters of wood which dealt death so swiftly and unerringly.

At length he came to a great tree, heavy laden with thick foliage and loaded with pendant loops of giant

creepers. From this almost impenetrable bower above the village he crouched, looking down upon the scene

There were naked children running and playing in the village street. There were women grinding dried

plantain in crude stone mortars, while others were fashioning cakes from the powdered flour. Out in the fields

All wore strange protruding girdles of dried grass about their hips and many were loaded with brass and

copper anklets, armlets and bracelets. Around many a dusky neck hung curiously coiled strands of wire,

Tarzan of the Apes looked with growing wonder at these strange creatures. Dozing in the shade he saw

several men, while at the extreme outskirts of the clearing he occasionally caught glimpses of armed warriors

He noticed that the women alone worked. Nowhere was there evidence of a man tilling the fields or

Before her was a small cauldron standing over a low fire and in it bubbled a thick, reddish, tarry mass. On

one side of her lay a quantity of wooden arrows the points of which she dipped into the seething substance,

Tarzan of the Apes was fascinated. Here was the secret of the terrible destructiveness of The Archer's tiny

missiles. He noted the extreme care which the woman took that none of the matter should touch her hands,

and once when a particle spattered upon one of her fingers he saw her plunge the member into a vessel of

Tarzan knew nothing of poison, but his shrewd reasoning told him that it was this deadly stuff that killed, and

not the little arrow, which was merely the messenger that carried it into the body of its victim.

How he should like to have more of those little deathdealing slivers. If the woman would only leave her

work for an instant he could drop down, gather up a handful, and be back in the tree again before she drew

As he was trying to think out some plan to distract her attention he heard a wild cry from across the clearing.

He looked and saw a black warrior standing beneath the very tree in which he had killed the murderer of Kala

The fellow was shouting and waving his spear above his head. Now and again he would point to something

The village was in an uproar instantly. Armed men rushed from the interior of many a hut and raced madly

across the clearing toward the excited sentry. After them trooped the old men, and the women and children

Tarzan of the Apes knew that they had found the body of his victim, but that interested him far less than the

fact that no one remained in the village to prevent his taking a supply of the arrows which lay below him.

Quickly and noiselessly he dropped to the ground beside the cauldron of poison. For a moment he stood

No one was in sight. His eyes rested upon the open doorway of a nearby hut. He would take a look within,

For a moment he stood without, listening intently. There was no sound, and he glided into the semidarkness

Weapons hung against the wallslong spears, strangely shaped knives, a couple of narrow shields. In the

center of the room was a cooking pot, and at the far end a litter of dry grasses covered by woven mats which

evidently served the owners as beds and bedding. Several human skulls lay upon the floor.

Tarzan of the Apes felt of each article, hefted the spears, smelled of them, for he "saw" largely through his

sensitive and highly trained nostrils. He determined to own one of these long, pointed sticks, but he could not

As he took each article from the walls, he placed it in a pile in the center of the room. On top of all he placed

the cooking pot, inverted, and on top of this he laid one of the grinning skulls, upon which he fastened the

Then he stood back, surveyed his work, and grinned. Tarzan of the Apes enjoyed a joke.

But now he heard, outside, the sounds of many voices, and long mournful howls, and mighty wailing. He was

startled. Had he remained too long? Quickly he reached the doorway and peered down the village street

The natives were not yet in sight, though he could plainly hear them approaching across the plantation. They

Like a flash he sprang across the opening to the pile of arrows. Gathering up all he could carry under one

arm, he overturned the seething cauldron with a kick, and disappeared into the foliage above just as the first

of the returning natives entered the gate at the far end of the village street. Then he turned to watch the

proceeding below, poised like some wild bird ready to take swift wing at the first sign of danger.

The natives filed up the street, four of them bearing the dead body of Kulonga. Behind trailed the women,

uttering strange cries and weird lamentation. On they came to the portals of Kulonga's hut, the very one in

Scarcely had half a dozen entered the building ere they came rushing out in wild, jabbering confusion. The

others hastened to gather about. There was much excited gesticulating, pointing, and chattering; then several

Finally an old fellow with many ornaments of metal about his arms and legs, and a necklace of dried human

For a few moments all was silent. Then Mbonga emerged, a look of mingled wrath and superstitious fear writ

upon his hideous countenance. He spoke a few words to the assembled warriors, and in an instant the men

were flying through the little village searching minutely every hut and corner within the palisades.

Scarcely had the search commenced than the overturned cauldron was discovered, and with it the theft of the

poisoned arrows. Nothing more they found, and it was a thoroughly awed and frightened group of savages

Mbonga could explain nothing of the strange events that had taken place. The finding of the still warm body

of Kulongaon the very verge of their fields and within easy earshot of the villageknifed and stripped at

the door of his father's home, was in itself sufficiently mysterious, but these last awesome discoveries within

the village, within the dead Kulonga's own hut, filled their hearts with dismay, and conjured in their poor

They stood in little groups, talking in low tones, and ever casting affrighted glances behind them from their

Tarzan of the Apes watched them for a while from his lofty perch in the great tree. There was much in their

demeanor which he could not understand, for of superstition he was ignorant, and of fear of any kind he had

The sun was high in the heavens. Tarzan had not broken fast this day, and it was many miles to where lay the

So he turned his back upon the village of Mbonga and melted away into the leafy fastness of the forest.

It was not yet dark when he reached the tribe, though he stopped to exhume and devour the remains of the

wild boar he had cached the preceding day, and again to take Kulonga's bow and arrows from the tree top in

It was a wellladen Tarzan who dropped from the branches into the midst of the tribe of Kerchak.

With swelling chest he narrated the glories of his adventure and exhibited the spoils of conquest.

Kerchak grunted and turned away, for he was jealous of this strange member of his band. In his little evil

The next day Tarzan was practicing with his bow and arrows at the first gleam of dawn. At first he lost nearly

every bolt he shot, but finally he learned to guide the little shafts with fair accuracy, and ere a month had

passed he was no mean shot; but his proficiency had cost him nearly his entire supply of arrows.

The tribe continued to find the hunting good in the vicinity of the beach, and so Tarzan of the Apes varied his

archery practice with further investigation of his father's choice though little store of books.

It was during this period that the young English lord found hidden in the back of one of the cupboards in the

cabin a small metal box. The key was in the lock, and a few moments of investigation and experimentation

In it he found a faded photograph of a smooth faced young man, a golden locket studded with diamonds,

The photograph he liked most of all, for the eyes were smiling, and the face was open and frank. It was his

The locket, too, took his fancy, and he placed the chain about his neck in imitation of the ornamentation he

had seen to be so common among the black men he had visited. The brilliant stones gleamed strangely

The letters he could scarcely decipher for he had learned little or nothing of script, so he put them back in the

This was almost entirely filled with fine script, but while the little bugs were all familiar to him, their

arrangement and the combinations in which they occurred were strange, and entirely incomprehensible.

Tarzan had long since learned the use of the dictionary, but much to his sorrow and perplexity it proved of no

avail to him in this emergency. Not a word of all that was writ in the book could he find, and so he put it back

in the metal box, but with a determination to work out the mysteries of it later on.

Little did he know that this book held between its covers the key to his originthe answer to the strange

riddle of his strange life. It was the diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystokekept in French, as had always

Tarzan replaced the box in the cupboard, but always thereafter he carried the features of the strong, smiling

face of his father in his heart, and in his head a fixed determination to solve the mystery of the strange words

At present he had more important business in hand, for his supply of arrows was exhausted, and he must

Early the following morning he set out, and, traveling rapidly, he came before midday to the clearing. Once

more he took up his position in the great tree, and, as before, he saw the women in the fields and the village

For hours he lay awaiting his opportunity to drop down unseen and gather up the arrows for which he had

come; but nothing now occurred to call the villagers away from their homes. The day wore on, and still

Presently the workers in the fields returned. The hunting warriors emerged from the forest, and when all were

Many cooking pots were now in evidence about the village. Before each hut a woman presided over a boiling

stew, while little cakes of plantain, and cassava puddings were to be seen on every hand.

It was a party of belated hunters returning from the north, and among them they half led, half carried a

As they approached the village the gates were thrown open to admit them, and then, as the people saw the

victim of the chase, a savage cry rose to the heavens, for the quarry was a man.

As he was dragged, still resisting, into the village street, the women and children set upon him with sticks and

stones, and Tarzan of the Apes, young and savage beast of the jungle, wondered at the cruel brutality of his

Sheeta, the leopard, alone of all the jungle folk, tortured his prey. The ethics of all the others meted a quick

Tarzan had learned from his books but scattered fragments of the ways of human beings.

When he had followed Kulonga through the forest he had expected to come to a city of strange houses on

wheels, puffing clouds of black smoke from a huge tree stuck in the roof of one of themor to a sea covered

with mighty floating buildings which he had learned were called, variously, ships and boats and steamers and

He had been sorely disappointed with the poor little village of the blacks, hidden away in his own jungle, and

He saw that these people were more wicked than his own apes, and as savage and cruel as Sabor, herself.

Now they had tied their poor victim to a great post near the center of the village, directly before Mbonga's

hut, and here they formed a dancing, yelling circle of warriors about him, alive with flashing knives and

In a larger circle squatted the women, yelling and beating upon drums. It reminded Tarzan of the DumDum,

and so he knew what to expect. He wondered if they would spring upon their meat while it was still alive.

The circle of warriors about the cringing captive drew closer and closer to their prey as they danced in wild

and savage abandon to the maddening music of the drums. Presently a spear reached out and pricked the

Eyes, ears, arms and legs were pierced; every inch of the poor writhing body that did not cover a vital organ

The warriors licked their hideous lips in anticipation of the feast to come, and vied with one another in the

savagery and loathsomeness of the cruel indignities with which they tortured the still conscious prisoner.

Then it was that Tarzan of the Apes saw his chance. All eyes were fixed upon the thrilling spectacle at the

stake. The light of day had given place to the darkness of a moonless night, and only the fires in the

immediate vicinity of the orgy had been kept alight to cast a restless glow upon the restless scene.

Gently the lithe boy dropped to the soft earth at the end of the village street. Quickly he gathered up the

arrowsall of them this time, for he had brought a number of long fibers to bind them into a bundle.

Without haste he wrapped them securely, and then, ere he turned to leave, the devil of capriciousness entered

his heart. He looked about for some hint of a wild prank to play upon these strange, grotesque creatures that

Dropping his bundle of arrows at the foot of the tree, Tarzan crept among the shadows at the side of the street

until he came to the same hut he had entered on the occasion of his first visit.

Inside all was darkness, but his groping hands soon found the object for which he sought, and without further

He had taken but a step, however, ere his quick ear caught the sound of approaching footsteps immediately

without. In another instant the figure of a woman darkened the entrance of the hut.

Tarzan drew back silently to the far wall, and his hand sought the long, keen hunting knife of his father. The

woman came quickly to the center of the hut. There she paused for an instant feeling about with her hands for

the thing she sought. Evidently it was not in its accustomed place, for she explored ever nearer and nearer the

So close was she now that the apeman felt the animal warmth of her naked body. Up went the hunting knife,

and then the woman turned to one side and soon a guttural "ah" proclaimed that her search had at last been

Immediately she turned and left the hut, and as she passed through the doorway Tarzan saw that she carried a

He followed closely after her, and as he reconnoitered from the shadows of the doorway he saw that all the

women of the village were hastening to and from the various huts with pots and kettles. These they were

filling with water and placing over a number of fires near the stake where the dying victim now hung, an inert

Choosing a moment when none seemed near, Tarzan hastened to his bundle of arrows beneath the great tree

at the end of the village street. As on the former occasion he overthrew the cauldron before leaping, sinuous

Silently he climbed to a great height until he found a point where he could look through a leafy opening upon

The women were now preparing the prisoner for their cooking pots, while the men stood about resting after

Tarzan raised aloft the thing he had pilfered from the hut, and, with aim made true by years of fruit and

Squarely among them it fell, striking one of the warriors full upon the head and felling him to the ground.

Then it rolled among the women and stopped beside the halfbutchered thing they were preparing to feast

All gazed in consternation at it for an instant, and then, with one accord, broke and ran for their huts.

It was a grinning human skull which looked up at them from the ground. The dropping of the thing out of the

Thus Tarzan of the Apes left them filled with terror at this new manifestation of the presence of some unseen

Later, when they discovered the overturned cauldron, and that once more their arrows had been pilfered, it

commenced to dawn upon them that they had offended some great god by placing their village in this part of

the jungle without propitiating him. From then on an offering of food was daily placed below the great tree

from whence the arrows had disappeared in an effort to conciliate the mighty one.

But the seed of fear was deep sown, and had he but known it, Tarzan of the Apes had laid the foundation for

That night he slept in the forest not far from the village, and early the next morning set out slowly on his

homeward march, hunting as he traveled. Only a few berries and an occasional grub worm rewarded his

search, and he was half famished when, looking up from a log he had been rooting beneath, he saw Sabor, the

The great yellow eyes were fixed upon him with a wicked and baleful gleam, and the red tongue licked the

longing lips as Sabor crouched, worming her stealthy way with belly flattened against the earth.

Tarzan did not attempt to escape. He welcomed the opportunity for which, in fact, he had been searching for

Quickly he unslung his bow and fitted a welldaubed arrow, and as Sabor sprang, the tiny missile leaped to

meet her in midair. At the same instant Tarzan of the Apes jumped to one side, and as the great cat struck

With a mighty roar the beast turned and charged once more, only to be met with a third arrow full in one eye;

but this time she was too close to the apeman for the latter to sidestep the onrushing body.

Tarzan of the Apes went down beneath the great body of his enemy, but with gleaming knife drawn and

striking home. For a moment they lay there, and then Tarzan realized that the inert mass lying upon him was

With difficulty he wriggled from beneath the great weight, and as he stood erect and gazed down upon the

With swelling breast, he placed a foot upon the body of his powerful enemy, and throwing back his fine

The forest echoed to the savage and triumphant paean. Birds fell still, and the larger animals and beasts of

prey slunk stealthily away, for few there were of all the jungle who sought for trouble with the great

And in London another Lord Greystoke was speaking to HIS kind in the House of Lords, but none trembled

Sabor proved unsavory eating even to Tarzan of the Apes, but hunger served as a most efficacious disguise to

toughness and rank taste, and ere long, with wellfilled stomach, the apeman was ready to sleep again. First,

however, he must remove the hide, for it was as much for this as for any other purpose that he had desired to

Deftly he removed the great pelt, for he had practiced often on smaller animals. When the task was finished

he carried his trophy to the fork of a high tree, and there, curling himself securely in a crotch, he fell into deep

What with loss of sleep, arduous exercise, and a full belly, Tarzan of the Apes slept the sun around,

awakening about noon of the following day. He straightway repaired to the carcass of Sabor, but was angered

Half an hour's leisurely progress through the forest brought to sight a young deer, and before the little

So quickly the virus worked that at the end of a dozen leaps the deer plunged headlong into the undergrowth,

Instead, he hastened on toward the point where he had left the tribe, and when he had found them proudly

"Look!" he cried, "Apes of Kerchak. See what Tarzan, the mighty killer, has done. Who else among you has

ever killed one of Numa's people? Tarzan is mightiest amongst you for Tarzan is no ape. Tarzan is" But

here he stopped, for in the language of the anthropoids there was no word for man, and Tarzan could only

The tribe had gathered about to look upon the proof of his wondrous prowess, and to listen to his words.

Suddenly something snapped in the wicked little brain of the anthropoid. With a frightful roar the great beast

Biting, and striking with his huge hands, he killed and maimed a dozen ere the balance could escape to the

Frothing and shrieking in the insanity of his fury, Kerchak looked about for the object of his greatest hatred,

"Come down, Tarzan, great killer," cried Kerchak. "Come down and feel the fangs of a greater! Do mighty

fighters fly to the trees at the first approach of danger?" And then Kerchak emitted the volleying challenge of

Quietly Tarzan dropped to the ground. Breathlessly the tribe watched from their lofty perches as Kerchak,

Nearly seven feet stood Kerchak on his short legs. His enormous shoulders were bunched and rounded with

huge muscles. The back of his short neck was as a single lump of iron sinew which bulged beyond the base of

his skull, so that his head seemed like a small ball protruding from a huge mountain of flesh.

His backdrawn, snarling lips exposed his great fighting fangs, and his little, wicked, bloodshot eyes

Awaiting him stood Tarzan, himself a mighty muscled animal, but his six feet of height and his great rolling

His bow and arrows lay some distance away where he had dropped them while showing Sabor's hide to his

fellow apes, so that he confronted Kerchak now with only his hunting knife and his superior intellect to offset

As his antagonist came roaring toward him, Lord Greystoke tore his long knife from its sheath, and with an

answering challenge as horrid and bloodcurdling as that of the beast he faced, rushed swiftly to meet the

attack. He was too shrewd to allow those long hairy arms to encircle him, and just as their bodies were about

to crash together, Tarzan of the Apes grasped one of the huge wrists of his assailant, and, springing lightly to

Before he could wrench the blade free again, the bull's quick lunge to seize him in those awful arms had torn

Kerchak aimed a terrific blow at the apeman's head with the flat of his hand, a blow which, had it landed,

The man was too quick, and, ducking beneath it, himself delivered a mighty one, with clenched fist, in the pit

The ape was staggered, and what with the mortal wound in his side had almost collapsed, when, with one

mighty effort he rallied for an instantjust long enough to enable him to wrest his arm free from Tarzan's

Straining the apeman close to him, his great jaws sought Tarzan's throat, but the young lord's sinewy fingers

were at Kerchak's own before the cruel fangs could close on the sleek brown skin.

Thus they struggled, the one to crush out his opponent's life with those awful teeth, the other to close forever

the windpipe beneath his strong grasp while he held the snarling mouth from him.

The greater strength of the ape was slowly prevailing, and the teeth of the straining beast were scarce an inch

from Tarzan's throat when, with a shuddering tremor, the great body stiffened for an instant and then sank

Withdrawing the knife that had so often rendered him master of far mightier muscles than his own, Tarzan of

the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his vanquished enemy, and once again, loud through the forest rang

There was one of the tribe of Tarzan who questioned his authority, and that was Terkoz, the son of Tublat,

but he so feared the keen knife and the deadly arrows of his new lord that he confined the manifestation of his

objections to petty disobediences and irritating mannerisms; Tarzan knew, however, that he but waited his

opportunity to wrest the kingship from him by some sudden stroke of treachery, and so he was ever on his

For months the life of the little band went on much as it had before, except that Tarzan's greater intelligence

and his ability as a hunter were the means of providing for them more bountifully than ever before. Most of

Tarzan led them by night to the fields of the black men, and there, warned by their chief's superior wisdom,

they ate only what they required, nor ever did they destroy what they could not eat, as is the way of Manu, the

So, while the blacks were wroth at the continued pilfering of their fields, they were not discouraged in their

efforts to cultivate the land, as would have been the case had Tarzan permitted his people to lay waste the

During this period Tarzan paid many nocturnal visits to the village, where he often renewed his supply of

arrows. He soon noticed the food always standing at the foot of the tree which was his avenue into the

palisade, and after a little, he commenced to eat whatever the blacks put there.

When the awestruck savages saw that the food disappeared overnight they were filled with consternation

and dread, for it was one thing to put food out to propitiate a god or a devil, but quite another thing to have

the spirit really come into the village and eat it. Such a thing was unheard of, and it clouded their

Nor was this all. The periodic disappearance of their arrows, and the strange pranks perpetrated by unseen

hands, had wrought them to such a state that life had become a veritable burden in their new home, and now

it was that Mbonga and his head men began to talk of abandoning the village and seeking a site farther on in

Presently the black warriors began to strike farther and farther south into the heart of the forest when they

More often was the tribe of Tarzan disturbed by these wandering huntsmen. Now was the quiet, fierce

solitude of the primeval forest broken by new, strange cries. No longer was there safety for bird or beast. Man

Other animals passed up and down the jungle by day and by nightfierce, cruel beastsbut their weaker

neighbors only fled from their immediate vicinity to return again when the danger was past.

With man it is different. When he comes many of the larger animals instinctively leave the district entirely,

seldom if ever to return; and thus it has always been with the great anthropoids. They flee man as man flees a

For a short time the tribe of Tarzan lingered in the vicinity of the beach because their new chief hated the

thought of leaving the treasured contents of the little cabin forever. But when one day a member of the tribe

discovered the blacks in great numbers on the banks of a little stream that had been their watering place for

generations, and in the act of clearing a space in the jungle and erecting many huts, the apes would remain no

longer; and so Tarzan led them inland for many marches to a spot as yet undefiled by the foot of a human

Once every moon Tarzan would go swinging rapidly back through the swaying branches to have a day with

his books, and to replenish his supply of arrows. This latter task was becoming more and more difficult, for

the blacks had taken to hiding their supply away at night in granaries and living huts.

This necessitated watching by day on Tarzan's part to discover where the arrows were being concealed.

Twice had he entered huts at night while the inmates lay sleeping upon their mats, and stolen the arrows from

the very sides of the warriors. But this method he realized to be too fraught with danger, and so he

commenced picking up solitary hunters with his long, deadly noose, stripping them of weapons and

ornaments and dropping their bodies from a high tree into the village street during the still watches of the

These various escapades again so terrorized the blacks that, had it not been for the monthly respite between

Tarzan's visits, in which they had opportunity to renew hope that each fresh incursion would prove the last,

The blacks had not as yet come upon Tarzan's cabin on the distant beach, but the apeman lived in constant

dread that, while he was away with the tribe, they would discover and despoil his treasure. So it came that he

spent more and more time in the vicinity of his father's last home, and less and less with the tribe. Presently

the members of his little community began to suffer on account of his neglect, for disputes and quarrels

At last some of the older apes spoke to Tarzan on the subject, and for a month thereafter he remained

In the afternoon comes Thaka, possibly, to complain that old Mungo has stolen his new wife. Then must

Tarzan summon all before him, and if he finds that the wife prefers her new lord he commands that matters

remain as they are, or possibly that Mungo give Thaka one of his daughters in exchange.

Whatever his decision, the apes accept it as final, and return to their occupations satisfied.

Then comes Tana, shrieking and holding tight her side from which blood is streaming. Gunto, her husband,

has cruelly bitten her! And Gunto, summoned, says that Tana is lazy and will not bring him nuts and beetles,

So Tarzan scolds them both and threatens Gunto with a taste of the deathbearing slivers if he abuses Tana

further, and Tana, for her part, is compelled to promise better attention to her wifely duties.

And so it goes, little family differences for the most part, which, if left unsettled would result finally in

But Tarzan tired of it, as he found that kingship meant the curtailment of his liberty. He longed for the little

cabin and the sunkissed seafor the cool interior of the wellbuilt house, and for the neverending

As he had grown older, he found that he had grown away from his people. Their interests and his were far

removed. They had not kept pace with him, nor could they understand aught of the many strange and

wonderful dreams that passed through the active brain of their human king. So limited was their vocabulary

that Tarzan could not even talk with them of the many new truths, and the great fields of thought that his

reading had opened up before his longing eyes, or make known ambitions which stirred his soul.

Among the tribe he no longer had friends as of old. A little child may find companionship in many strange

and simple creatures, but to a grown man there must be some semblance of equality in intellect as the basis

Had Kala lived, Tarzan would have sacrificed all else to remain near her, but now that she was dead, and the

playful friends of his childhood grown into fierce and surly brutes he felt that he much preferred the peace

and solitude of his cabin to the irksome duties of leadership amongst a horde of wild beasts.

The hatred and jealousy of Terkoz, son of Tublat, did much to counteract the effect of Tarzan's desire to

renounce his kingship among the apes, for, stubborn young Englishman that he was, he could not bring

That Terkoz would be chosen leader in his stead he knew full well, for time and again the ferocious brute had

established his claim to physical supremacy over the few bull apes who had dared resent his savage bullying.

Tarzan would have liked to subdue the ugly beast without recourse to knife or arrows. So much had his great

strength and agility increased in the period following his maturity that he had come to believe that he might

master the redoubtable Terkoz in a hand to hand fight were it not for the terrible advantage the anthropoid's

The entire matter was taken out of Tarzan's hands one day by force of circumstances, and his future left open

to him, so that he might go or stay without any stain upon his savage escutcheon.

The tribe was feeding quietly, spread over a considerable area, when a great screaming arose some distance

east of where Tarzan lay upon his belly beside a limpid brook, attempting to catch an elusive fish in his

With one accord the tribe swung rapidly toward the frightened cries, and there found Terkoz holding an old

As Tarzan approached he raised his hand aloft for Terkoz to desist, for the female was not his, but belonged

to a poor old ape whose fighting days were long over, and who, therefore, could not protect his family.

Terkoz knew that it was against the laws of his kind to strike this woman of another, but being a bully, he had

taken advantage of the weakness of the female's husband to chastise her because she had refused to give up to

When Terkoz saw Tarzan approaching without his arrows, he continued to belabor the poor woman in a

Tarzan did not repeat his warning signal, but instead rushed bodily upon the waiting Terkoz.

Never had the apeman fought so terrible a battle since that longgone day when Bolgani, the great king

gorilla had so horribly manhandled him ere the newfound knife had, by accident, pricked the savage heart.

Tarzan's knife on the present occasion but barely offset the gleaming fangs of Terkoz, and what little

advantage the ape had over the man in brute strength was almost balanced by the latter's wonderful quickness

In the sum total of their points, however, the anthropoid had a shade the better of the battle, and had there

been no other personal attribute to influence the final outcome, Tarzan of the Apes, the young Lord

Greystoke, would have died as he had livedan unknown savage beast in equatorial Africa.

But there was that which had raised him far above his fellows of the junglethat little spark which spells the

whole vast difference between man and bruteReason. This it was which saved him from death beneath the

Scarcely had they fought a dozen seconds ere they were rolling upon the ground, striking, tearing and

Terkoz had a dozen knife wounds on head and breast, and Tarzan was torn and bleedinghis scalp in one

place half torn from his head so that a great piece hung down over one eye, obstructing his vision.

But so far the young Englishman had been able to keep those horrible fangs from his jugular and now, as they

fought less fiercely for a moment, to regain their breath, Tarzan formed a cunning plan. He would work his

way to the other's back and, clinging there with tooth and nail, drive his knife home until Terkoz was no

The maneuver was accomplished more easily than he had hoped, for the stupid beast, not knowing what

Tarzan was attempting, made no particular effort to prevent the accomplishment of the design.

But when, finally, he realized that his antagonist was fastened to him where his teeth and fists alike were

useless against him, Terkoz hurled himself about upon the ground so violently that Tarzan could but cling

desperately to the leaping, turning, twisting body, and ere he had struck a blow the knife was hurled from his

During the rollings and squirmings of the next few minutes, Tarzan's hold was loosened a dozen times until

finally an accidental circumstance of those swift and everchanging evolutions gave him a new hold with his

His arm was passed beneath Terkoz's arm from behind and his hand and forearm encircled the back of

Terkoz's neck. It was the halfNelson of modern wrestling which the untaught apeman had stumbled upon,

but superior reason showed him in an instant the value of the thing he had discovered. It was the difference to

And so he struggled to encompass a similar hold with the left hand, and in a few moments Terkoz's bull neck

There was no more lunging about now. The two lay perfectly still upon the ground, Tarzan upon Terkoz's

back. Slowly the bullet head of the ape was being forced lower and lower upon his chest.

Tarzan knew what the result would be. In an instant the neck would break. Then there came to Terkoz's

rescue the same thing that had put him in these sore straitsa man's reasoning power.

"If I kill him," thought Tarzan, "what advantage will it be to me? Will it not rob the tribe of a great fighter?

And if Terkoz be dead, he will know nothing of my supremacy, while alive he will ever be an example to the

"KAGODA?" hissed Tarzan in Terkoz's ear, which, in ape tongue, means, freely translated: "Do you

For a moment there was no reply, and Tarzan added a few more ounces of pressure, which elicited a horrified

"Listen," said Tarzan, easing up a trifle, but not releasing his hold. "I am Tarzan, King of the Apes, mighty

"You have said: `KAGODA' to me. All the tribe have heard. Quarrel no more with your king or your

Tarzan let him up, and in a few minutes all were back at their vocations, as though naught had occurred to

But deep in the minds of the apes was rooted the conviction that Tarzan was a mighty fighter and a strange

creature. Strange because he had had it in his power to kill his enemy, but had allowed him to

That afternoon as the tribe came together, as was their wont before darkness settled on the jungle, Tarzan, his

"You have seen again today that Tarzan of the Apes is the greatest among you," he said.

"Tarzan," he continued, "is not an ape. He is not like his people. His ways are not their ways, and so Tarzan is

going back to the lair of his own kind by the waters of the great lake which has no farther shore. You must

And thus young Lord Greystoke took the first step toward the goal which he had setthe finding of other

The following morning, Tarzan, lame and sore from the wounds of his battle with Terkoz, set out toward the

He traveled very slowly, sleeping in the jungle at night, and reaching his cabin late the following morning.

For several days he moved about but little, only enough to gather what fruits and nuts he required to satisfy

In ten days he was quite sound again, except for a terrible, halfhealed scar, which, starting above his left eye

ran across the top of his head, ending at the right ear. It was the mark left by Terkoz when he had torn the

During his convalescence Tarzan tried to fashion a mantle from the skin of Sabor, which had lain all this time

in the cabin. But he found the hide had dried as stiff as a board, and as he knew naught of tanning, he was

Then he determined to filch what few garments he could from one of the black men of Mbonga's village, for

Tarzan of the Apes had decided to mark his evolution from the lower orders in every possible manner, and

nothing seemed to him a more distinguishing badge of manhood than ornaments and clothing.

To this end, therefore, he collected the various arm and leg ornaments he had taken from the black warriors

who had succumbed to his swift and silent noose, and donned them all after the way he had seen them worn.

About his neck hung the golden chain from which depended the diamond encrusted locket of his mother, the

Lady Alice. At his back was a quiver of arrows slung from a leathern shoulder belt, another piece of loot

About his waist was a belt of tiny strips of rawhide fashioned by himself as a support for the homemade

scabbard in which hung his father's hunting knife. The long bow which had been Kulonga's hung over his left

The young Lord Greystoke was indeed a strange and warlike figure, his mass of black hair falling to his

shoulders behind and cut with his hunting knife to a rude bang upon his forehead, that it might not fall before

His straight and perfect figure, muscled as the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must have been muscled,

and yet with the soft and sinuous curves of a Greek god, told at a glance the wondrous combination of

A personification, was Tarzan of the Apes, of the primitive man, the hunter, the warrior.

With the noble poise of his handsome head upon those broad shoulders, and the fire of life and intelligence in

those fine, clear eyes, he might readily have typified some demigod of a wild and warlike bygone people of

But of these things Tarzan did not think. He was worried because he had not clothing to indicate to all the

jungle folks that he was a man and not an ape, and grave doubt often entered his mind as to whether he might

Was not hair commencing to grow upon his face? All the apes had hair upon theirs but the black men were

True, he had seen pictures in his books of men with great masses of hair upon lip and cheek and chin, but,

nevertheless, Tarzan was afraid. Almost daily he whetted his keen knife and scraped and whittled at his

And so he learned to shaverudely and painfully, it is truebut, nevertheless, effectively.

When he felt quite strong again, after his bloody battle with Terkoz, Tarzan set off one morning towards

Mbonga's village. He was moving carelessly along a winding jungle trail, instead of making his progress

The look of surprise on the savage face was almost comical, and before Tarzan could unsling his bow the

fellow had turned and fled down the path crying out in alarm as though to others before him.

Tarzan took to the trees in pursuit, and in a few moments came in view of the men desperately striving to

There were three of them, and they were racing madly in single file through the dense undergrowth.

Tarzan easily distanced them, nor did they see his silent passage above their heads, nor note the crouching

figure squatted upon a low branch ahead of them beneath which the trail led them.

Tarzan let the first two pass beneath him, but as the third came swiftly on, the quiet noose dropped about the

There was an agonized scream from the victim, and his fellows turned to see his struggling body rise as by

With frightened shrieks they wheeled once more and plunged on in their efforts to escape.

Tarzan dispatched his prisoner quickly and silently; removed the weapons and ornaments, andoh, the

greatest joy of alla handsome deerskin breechcloth, which he quickly transferred to his own person.

Now indeed was he dressed as a man should be. None there was who could now doubt his high origin. How

he should have liked to have returned to the tribe to parade before their envious gaze this wondrous finery.

Taking the body across his shoulder, he moved more slowly through the trees toward the little palisaded

As he approached quite close to the enclosure he saw an excited group surrounding the two fugitives, who,

trembling with fright and exhaustion, were scarce able to recount the uncanny details of their adventure.

Mirando, they said, who had been ahead of them a short distance, had suddenly come screaming toward

them, crying that a terrible white and naked warrior was pursuing him. The three of them had hurried toward

Again Mirando's shrill cry of mortal terror had caused them to look back, and there they had seen the most

horrible sighttheir companion's body flying upwards into the trees, his arms and legs beating the air and

his tongue protruding from his open mouth. No other sound did he utter nor was there any creature in sight

The villagers were worked up into a state of fear bordering on panic, but wise old Mbonga affected to feel

considerable skepticism regarding the tale, and attributed the whole fabrication to their fright in the face of

"You tell us this great story," he said, "because you do not dare to speak the truth. You do not dare admit that

Scarcely had Mbonga ceased speaking when a great crashing of branches in the trees above them caused the

blacks to look up in renewed terror. The sight that met their eyes made even wise old Mbonga shudder, for

there, turning and twisting in the air, came the dead body of Mirando, to sprawl with a sickening

With one accord the blacks took to their heels; nor did they stop until the last of them was lost in the dense

Again Tarzan came down into the village and renewed his supply of arrows and ate of the offering of food

Before he left he carried the body of Mirando to the gate of the village, and propped it up against the palisade

in such a way that the dead face seemed to be peering around the edge of the gatepost down the path which

It took a dozen attempts on the part of the thoroughly frightened blacks to reenter their village, past the

horrible, grinning face of their dead fellow, and when they found the food and arrows gone they knew, what

they had only too well feared, that Mirando had seen the evil spirit of the jungle.

That now seemed to them the logical explanation. Only those who saw this terrible god of the jungle died; for

was it not true that none left alive in the village had ever seen him? Therefore, those who had died at his

As long as they supplied him with arrows and food he would not harm them unless they looked upon him, so

it was ordered by Mbonga that in addition to the food offering there should also be laid out an offering of

If you ever chance to pass that far off African village you will still see before a tiny thatched hut, built just

without the village, a little iron pot in which is a quantity of food, and beside it a quiver of welldaubed

When Tarzan came in sight of the beach where stood his cabin, a strange and unusual spectacle met his

On the placid waters of the landlocked harbor floated a great ship, and on the beach a small boat was drawn

But, most wonderful of all, a number of white men like himself were moving about between the beach and

Tarzan saw that in many ways they were like the men of his picture books. He crept closer through the trees

There were ten men, swarthy, suntanned, villainous looking fellows. Now they had congregated by the boat

and were talking in loud, angry tones, with much gesticulating and shaking of fists.

Presently one of them, a little, meanfaced, blackbearded fellow with a countenance which reminded

Tarzan of Pamba, the rat, laid his hand upon the shoulder of a giant who stood next him, and with whom all

The little man pointed inland, so that the giant was forced to turn away from the others to look in the

direction indicated. As he turned, the little, meanfaced man drew a revolver from his belt and shot the giant

The big fellow threw his hands above his head, his knees bent beneath him, and without a sound he tumbled

The report of the weapon, the first that Tarzan had ever heard, filled him with wonderment, but even this

unaccustomed sound could not startle his healthy nerves into even a semblance of panic.

The conduct of the white strangers it was that caused him the greatest perturbation. He puckered his brows

into a frown of deep thought. It was well, thought he, that he had not given way to his first impulse to rush

They were evidently no different from the black menno more civilized than the apesno less cruel than

For a moment the others stood looking at the little, mean faced man and the giant lying dead upon the

Then one of them laughed and slapped the little man upon the back. There was much more talk and

Presently they launched the boat and all jumped into it and rowed away toward the great ship, where Tarzan

When they had clambered aboard, Tarzan dropped to earth behind a great tree and crept to his cabin, keeping

Slipping in at the door he found that everything had been ransacked. His books and pencils strewed the floor.

His weapons and shields and other little store of treasures were littered about.

As he saw what had been done a great wave of anger surged through him, and the new made scar upon his

Quickly he ran to the cupboard and searched in the far recess of the lower shelf. Ah! He breathed a sigh of

relief as he drew out the little tin box, and, opening it, found his greatest treasures undisturbed.

The photograph of the smiling, strongfaced young man, and the little black puzzle book were safe.

Running to the window Tarzan looked toward the harbor, and there he saw that a boat was being lowered

from the great ship beside the one already in the water. Soon he saw many people clambering over the sides

of the larger vessel and dropping into the boats. They were coming back in full force.

For a moment longer Tarzan watched while a number of boxes and bundles were lowered into the waiting

boats, then, as they shoved off from the ship's side, the apeman snatched up a piece of paper, and with a

pencil printed on it for a few moments until it bore several lines of strong, wellmade, almost letterperfect

This notice he stuck upon the door with a small sharp splinter of wood. Then gathering up his precious tin

box, his arrows, and as many bows and spears as he could carry, he hastened through the door and

When the two boats were beached upon the silvery sand it was a strange assortment of humanity that

Some twenty souls in all there were, fifteen of them rough and villainous appearing seamen.

One was an elderly man, with white hair and large rimmed spectacles. His slightly stooped shoulders were

draped in an illfitting, though immaculate, frock coat, and a shiny silk hat added to the incongruity of his

The second member of the party to land was a tall young man in white ducks, while directly behind came

After these came a huge Negress clothed like Solomon as to colors. Her great eyes rolled in evident terror,

first toward the jungle and then toward the cursing band of sailors who were removing the bales and boxes

The last member of the party to disembark was a girl of about nineteen, and it was the young man who stood

at the boat's prow to lift her high and dry upon land. She gave him a brave and pretty smile of thanks, but no

In silence the party advanced toward the cabin. It was evident that whatever their intentions, all had been

decided upon before they left the ship; and so they came to the door, the sailors carrying the boxes and bales,

followed by the five who were of so different a class. The men put down their burdens, and then one caught

"Ho, mates!" he cried. "What's here? This sign was not posted an hour ago or I'll eat the cook."

The others gathered about, craning their necks over the shoulders of those before them, but as few of them

could read at all, and then only after the most laborious fashion, one finally turned to the little old man of the

Thus addressed, the old man came slowly to where the sailors stood, followed by the other members of his

party. Adjusting his spectacles he looked for a moment at the placard and then, turning away, strolled off

"Hi, old fossil," cried the man who had first called on him for assistance, "did je think we wanted of you to

read the bloomin' notis to yourself? Come back here and read it out loud, you old barnacle."

The old man stopped and, turning back, said: "Oh, yes, my dear sir, a thousand pardons. It was quite

Again he faced the notice and read it through, and doubtless would have turned off again to ruminate upon it

"Ah, yes indeed, yes indeed," replied the professor softly, and adjusting his spectacles once more he read

"I do not know, Miss Porter," replied the young man, "unless we have discovered a runaway simian from the

London Zoo who has brought back a European education to his jungle home. What do you make of it,

"Ah, yes, indeed; yes indeedmost remarkable, most remarkable!" said the professor; "but I can add nothing

further to what I have already remarked in elucidation of this truly momentous occurrence," and the professor

"Tut, tut, child; tut, tut," responded Professor Porter, in a kindly and indulgent tone, "do not trouble your

pretty head with such weighty and abstruse problems," and again he wandered slowly off in still another

direction, his eyes bent upon the ground at his feet, his hands clasped behind him beneath the flowing tails of

"I reckon the daffy old bounder don't know no more'n we do about it," growled the ratfaced sailor.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head," cried the young man, his face paling in anger, at the insulting tone of the

sailor. "You've murdered our officers and robbed us. We are absolutely in your power, but you'll treat

Professor Porter and Miss Porter with respect or I'll break that vile neck of yours with my bare handsguns

or no guns," and the young fellow stepped so close to the ratfaced sailor that the latter, though he bore two

"You damned coward," cried the young man. "You'd never dare shoot a man until his back was turned. You

don't dare shoot me even then," and he deliberately turned his back full upon the sailor and walked

The sailor's hand crept slyly to the butt of one of his revolvers; his wicked eyes glared vengefully at the

retreating form of the young Englishman. The gaze of his fellows was upon him, but still he hesitated. At

Two keen eyes had watched every move of the party from the foliage of a nearby tree. Tarzan had seen the

surprise caused by his notice, and while he could understand nothing of the spoken language of these strange

The act of the little ratfaced sailor in killing one of his comrades had aroused a strong dislike in Tarzan, and

now that he saw him quarreling with the finelooking young man his animosity was still further stirred.

Tarzan had never seen the effects of a firearm before, though his books had taught him something of them,

but when he saw the ratfaced one fingering the butt of his revolver he thought of the scene he had witnessed

so short a time before, and naturally expected to see the young man murdered as had been the huge sailor

So Tarzan fitted a poisoned arrow to his bow and drew a bead upon the ratfaced sailor, but the foliage was

so thick that he soon saw the arrow would be deflected by the leaves or some small branch, and instead he

Clayton had taken but a dozen steps. The ratfaced sailor had half drawn his revolver; the other sailors stood

Professor Porter had already disappeared into the jungle, whither he was being followed by the fussy Samuel

Esmeralda, the Negress, was busy sorting her mistress' baggage from the pile of bales and boxes beside the

cabin, and Miss Porter had turned away to follow Clayton, when something caused her to turn again toward

And then three things happened almost simultaneously. The sailor jerked out his weapon and leveled it at

Clayton's back, Miss Porter screamed a warning, and a long, metal shod spear shot like a bolt from above

The revolver exploded harmlessly in the air, and the seaman crumpled up with a scream of pain and terror.

Clayton turned and rushed back toward the scene. The sailors stood in a frightened group, with drawn

weapons, peering into the jungle. The wounded man writhed and shrieked upon the ground.

Clayton, unseen by any, picked up the fallen revolver and slipped it inside his shirt, then he joined the sailors

"Who could it have been?" whispered Jane Porter, and the young man turned to see her standing, wideeyed

"I dare say Tarzan of the Apes is watching us all right," he answered, in a dubious tone. "I wonder, now, who

that spear was intended for. If for Snipes, then our ape friend is a friend indeed.

"By jove, where are your father and Mr. Philander? There's someone or something in that jungle, and it's

armed, whatever it is. Ho! Professor! Mr. Philander!" young Clayton shouted. There was no response.

"What's to be done, Miss Porter?" continued the young man, his face clouded by a frown of worry and

"I can't leave you here alone with these cutthroats, and you certainly can't venture into the jungle with me; yet

someone must go in search of your father. He is more than apt to wandering off aimlessly, regardless of

danger or direction, and Mr. Philander is only a trifle less impractical than he. You will pardon my bluntness,

but our lives are all in jeopardy here, and when we get your father back something must be done to impress

upon him the dangers to which he exposes you as well as himself by his absentmindedness."

"I quite agree with you," replied the girl, "and I am not offended at all. Dear old papa would sacrifice his life

for me without an instant's hesitation, provided one could keep his mind on so frivolous a matter for an entire

instant. There is only one way to keep him in safety, and that is to chain him to a tree. The poor dear is SO

"I have one. With it you and Esmeralda will be comparatively safe in this cabin while I am searching for your

father and Mr. Philander. Come, call the woman and I will hurry on. They can't have gone far."

Jane did as he suggested and when he saw the door close safely behind them Clayton turned toward the

Some of the sailors were drawing the spear from their wounded comrade and, as Clayton approached, he

asked if he could borrow a revolver from one of them while he searched the jungle for the professor.

The ratfaced one, finding he was not dead, had regained his composure, and with a volley of oaths directed

at Clayton refused in the name of his fellows to allow the young man any firearms.

This man, Snipes, had assumed the role of chief since he had killed their former leader, and so little time had

Clayton's only response was a shrug of the shoulders, but as he left them he picked up the spear which had

transfixed Snipes, and thus primitively armed, the son of the then Lord Greystoke strode into the dense

Every few moments he called aloud the names of the wanderers. The watchers in the cabin by the beach

heard the sound of his voice growing ever fainter and fainter, until at last it was swallowed up by the myriad

When Professor Archimedes Q. Porter and his assistant, Samuel T. Philander, after much insistence on the

part of the latter, had finally turned their steps toward camp, they were as completely lost in the wild and

tangled labyrinth of the matted jungle as two human beings well could be, though they did not know it.

It was by the merest caprice of fortune that they headed toward the west coast of Africa, instead of toward

When in a short time they reached the beach, only to find no camp in sight, Philander was positive that they

were north of their proper destination, while, as a matter of fact they were about two hundred yards south of

It never occurred to either of these impractical theorists to call aloud on the chance of attracting their friends'

attention. Instead, with all the assurance that deductive reasoning from a wrong premise induces in one, Mr.

Samuel T. Philander grasped Professor Archimedes Q. Porter firmly by the arm and hurried the weakly

protesting old gentleman off in the direction of Cape Town, fifteen hundred miles to the south.

When Jane and Esmeralda found themselves safely behind the cabin door the Negress's first thought was to

barricade the portal from the inside. With this idea in mind she turned to search for some means of putting it

into execution; but her first view of the interior of the cabin brought a shriek of terror to her lips, and like a

Jane, turning at the cry, saw the cause of it lying prone upon the floor before themthe whitened skeleton of

"What horrible place are we in?" murmured the awestruck girl. But there was no panic in her fright.

At last, disengaging herself from the frantic clutch of the still shrieking Esmeralda, Jane crossed the room to

look into the little cradle, knowing what she should see there even before the tiny skeleton disclosed itself in

What an awful tragedy these poor mute bones proclaimed! The girl shuddered at thought of the eventualities

which might lie before herself and her friends in this illfated cabin, the haunt of mysterious, perhaps hostile,

Quickly, with an impatient stamp of her little foot, she endeavored to shake off the gloomy forebodings, and

"Stop, Esmeralda, stop it this minute!" she cried. "You are only making it worse."

She ended lamely, a little quiver in her own voice as she thought of the three men, upon whom she depended

Soon the girl found that the door was equipped with a heavy wooden bar upon the inside, and after several

efforts the combined strength of the two enabled them to slip it into place, the first time in twenty years.

After Clayton had plunged into the jungle, the sailors mutineers of the Arrowfell into a discussion of

their next step; but on one point all were agreedthat they should hasten to put off to the anchored Arrow,

where they could at least be safe from the spears of their unseen foe. And so, while Jane Porter and

Esmeralda were barricading themselves within the cabin, the cowardly crew of cutthroats were pulling

So much had Tarzan seen that day that his head was in a whirl of wonder. But the most wonderful sight of all,

Here at last was one of his own kind; of that he was positive. And the young man and the two old men; they,

But doubtless they were as ferocious and cruel as other men he had seen. The fact that they alone of all the

party were unarmed might account for the fact that they had killed no one. They might be very different if

Tarzan had seen the young man pick up the fallen revolver of the wounded Snipes and hide it away in his

breast; and he had also seen him slip it cautiously to the girl as she entered the cabin door.

He did not understand anything of the motives behind all that he had seen; but, somehow, intuitively he liked

the young man and the two old men, and for the girl he had a strange longing which he scarcely understood.

As for the big black woman, she was evidently connected in some way to the girl, and so he liked her, also.

For the sailors, and especially Snipes, he had developed a great hatred. He knew by their threatening gestures

and by the expression upon their evil faces that they were enemies of the others of the party, and so he

Tarzan wondered why the men had gone into the jungle, nor did it ever occur to him that one could become

lost in that maze of undergrowth which to him was as simple as is the main street of your own home town to

When he saw the sailors row away toward the ship, and knew that the girl and her companion were safe in his

cabin, Tarzan decided to follow the young man into the jungle and learn what his errand might be. He swung

off rapidly in the direction taken by Clayton, and in a short time heard faintly in the distance the now only

Presently Tarzan came up with the white man, who, almost fagged, was leaning against a tree wiping the

perspiration from his forehead. The apeman, hiding safe behind a screen of foliage, sat watching this new

At intervals Clayton called aloud and finally it came to Tarzan that he was searching for the old man.

Tarzan was on the point of going off to look for them himself, when he caught the yellow glint of a sleek hide

It was Sheeta, the leopard. Now, Tarzan heard the soft bending of grasses and wondered why the young white

man was not warned. Could it be he had failed to note the loud warning? Never before had Tarzan known

No, the white man did not hear. Sheeta was crouching for the spring, and then, shrill and horrible, there rose

from the stillness of the jungle the awful cry of the challenging ape, and Sheeta turned, crashing into the

Clayton came to his feet with a start. His blood ran cold. Never in all his life had so fearful a sound smote

upon his ears. He was no coward; but if ever man felt the icy fingers of fear upon his heart, William Cecil

Clayton, eldest son of Lord Greystoke of England, did that day in the fastness of the African jungle.

The noise of some great body crashing through the underbrush so close beside him, and the sound of that

bloodcurdling shriek from above, tested Clayton's courage to the limit; but he could not know that it was to

that very voice he owed his life, nor that the creature who hurled it forth was his own cousinthe real Lord

The afternoon was drawing to a close, and Clayton, disheartened and discouraged, was in a terrible quandary

as to the proper course to pursue; whether to keep on in search of Professor Porter, at the almost certain risk

of his own death in the jungle by night, or to return to the cabin where he might at least serve to protect Jane

He did not wish to return to camp without her father; still more, he shrank from the thought of leaving her

alone and unprotected in the hands of the mutineers of the Arrow, or to the hundred unknown dangers of the

Possibly, too, he thought, the professor and Philander might have returned to camp. Yes, that was more than

likely. At least he would return and see, before he continued what seemed to be a most fruitless quest. And so

he started, stumbling back through the thick and matted underbrush in the direction that he thought the cabin

To Tarzan's surprise the young man was heading further into the jungle in the general direction of Mbonga's

To Tarzan this was scarcely incomprehensible; his judgment told him that no man would venture toward the

village of the cruel blacks armed only with a spear which, from the awkward way in which he carried it, was

evidently an unaccustomed weapon to this white man. Nor was he following the trail of the old men. That,

they had crossed and left long since, though it had been fresh and plain before Tarzan's eyes.

Tarzan was perplexed. The fierce jungle would make easy prey of this unprotected stranger in a very short

Yes, there was Numa, the lion, even now, stalking the white man a dozen paces to the right.

Clayton heard the great body paralleling his course, and now there rose upon the evening air the beast's

thunderous roar. The man stopped with upraised spear and faced the brush from which issued the awful

God! To die here alone, beneath the fangs of wild beasts; to be torn and rended; to feel the hot breath of the

For a moment all was still. Clayton stood rigid, with raised spear. Presently a faint rustling of the bush

apprised him of the stealthy creeping of the thing behind. It was gathering for the spring. At last he saw it, not

twenty feet awaythe long, lithe, muscular body and tawny head of a huge blackmaned lion.

The beast was upon its belly, moving forward very slowly. As its eyes met Clayton's it stopped, and

He heard a noise in the tree above him. Some new danger, he thought, but he dared not take his eyes from the

yellow green orbs before him. There was a sharp twang as of a broken banjostring, and at the same instant

With a roar of pain and anger the beast sprang; but, somehow, Clayton stumbled to one side, and as he turned

again to face the infuriated king of beasts, he was appalled at the sight which confronted him. Almost

simultaneously with the lion's turning to renew the attack a halfnaked giant dropped from the tree above

With lightning speed an arm that was banded layers of iron muscle encircled the huge neck, and the great

beast was raised from behind, roaring and pawing the airraised as easily as Clayton would have lifted a pet

The scene he witnessed there in the twilight depths of the African jungle was burned forever into the

The man before him was the embodiment of physical perfection and giant strength; yet it was not upon these

he depended in his battle with the great cat, for mighty as were his muscles, they were as nothing by

comparison with Numa's. To his agility, to his brain and to his long keen knife he owed his supremacy.

His right arm encircled the lion's neck, while the left hand plunged the knife time and again into the

unprotected side behind the left shoulder. The infuriated beast, pulled up and backwards until he stood upon

Had the battle been of a few seconds' longer duration the outcome might have been different, but it was all

accomplished so quickly that the lion had scarce time to recover from the confusion of its surprise ere it sank

Then the strange figure which had vanquished it stood erect upon the carcass, and throwing back the wild and

handsome head, gave out the fearsome cry which a few moments earlier had so startled Clayton.

Before him he saw the figure of a young man, naked except for a loin cloth and a few barbaric ornaments

about arms and legs; on the breast a priceless diamond locket gleaming against a smooth brown skin.

The hunting knife had been returned to its homely sheath, and the man was gathering up his bow and quiver

Clayton spoke to the stranger in English, thanking him for his brave rescue and complimenting him on the

wondrous strength and dexterity he had displayed, but the only answer was a steady stare and a faint shrug of

the mighty shoulders, which might betoken either disparagement of the service rendered, or ignorance of

When the bow and quiver had been slung to his back the wild man, for such Clayton now thought him, once

more drew his knife and deftly carved a dozen large strips of meat from the lion's carcass. Then, squatting

The strong white teeth sank into the raw and dripping flesh in apparent relish of the meal, but Clayton could

not bring himself to share the uncooked meat with his strange host; instead he watched him, and presently

there dawned upon him the conviction that this was Tarzan of the Apes, whose notice he had seen posted

Again Clayton attempted speech with the apeman; but the replies, now vocal, were in a strange tongue,

which resembled the chattering of monkeys mingled with the growling of some wild beast.

No, this could not be Tarzan of the Apes, for it was very evident that he was an utter stranger to English.

When Tarzan had completed his repast he rose and, pointing a very different direction from that which

Clayton had been pursuing, started off through the jungle toward the point he had indicated.

Clayton, bewildered and confused, hesitated to follow him, for he thought he was but being led more deeply

into the mazes of the forest; but the apeman, seeing him disinclined to follow, returned, and, grasping him

by the coat, dragged him along until he was convinced that Clayton understood what was required of him.

The Englishman, finally concluding that he was a prisoner, saw no alternative open but to accompany his

captor, and thus they traveled slowly through the jungle while the sable mantle of the impenetrable forest

night fell about them, and the stealthy footfalls of padded paws mingled with the breaking of twigs and the

Suddenly Clayton heard the faint report of a firearma single shot, and then silence.

In the cabin by the beach two thoroughly terrified women clung to each other as they crouched upon the low

The Negress sobbed hysterically, bemoaning the evil day that had witnessed her departure from her dear

Maryland, while the white girl, dry eyed and outwardly calm, was torn by inward fears and forebodings. She

feared not more for herself than for the three men whom she knew to be wandering in the abysmal depths of

the savage jungle, from which she now heard issuing the almost incessant shrieks and roars, barkings and

And now there came the sound of a heavy body brushing against the side of the cabin. She could hear the

great padded paws upon the ground outside. For an instant, all was silence; even the bedlam of the forest died

to a faint murmur. Then she distinctly heard the beast outside sniffing at the door, not two feet from where

she crouched. Instinctively the girl shuddered, and shrank closer to the black woman.

"Hush!" she whispered. "Hush, Esmeralda," for the woman's sobs and groans seemed to have attracted the

A gentle scratching sound was heard on the door. The brute tried to force an entrance; but presently this

ceased, and again she heard the great pads creeping stealthily around the cabin. Again they stoppedbeneath

"God!" she murmured, for now, silhouetted against the moonlit sky beyond, she saw framed in the tiny

square of the latticed window the head of a huge lioness. The gleaming eyes were fixed upon her in intent

"Look, Esmeralda!" she whispered. "For God's sake, what shall we do? Look! Quick! The window!"

Esmeralda, cowering still closer to her mistress, took one frightened glance toward the little square of

The sight that met the poor woman's eyes was too much for the already overstrung nerves.

"Oh, Gaberelle!" she shrieked, and slid to the floor an inert and senseless mass.

For what seemed an eternity the great brute stood with its forepaws upon the sill, glaring into the little room.

The girl had almost ceased to breathe, when, to her relief, the head disappeared and she heard the brute's

footsteps leaving the window. But now they came to the door again, and once more the scratching

commenced; this time with increasing force until the great beast was tearing at the massive panels in a perfect

Could Jane have known the immense strength of that door, built piece by piece, she would have felt less fear

Little did John Clayton imagine when he fashioned that crude but mighty portal that one day, twenty years

later, it would shield a fair American girl, then unborn, from the teeth and talons of a maneater.

For fully twenty minutes the brute alternately sniffed and tore at the door, occasionally giving voice to a wild,

savage cry of baffled rage. At length, however, she gave up the attempt, and Jane heard her returning toward

the window, beneath which she paused for an instant, and then launched her great weight against the

The girl heard the wooden rods groan beneath the impact; but they held, and the huge body dropped back to

Again and again the lioness repeated these tactics, until finally the horrified prisoner within saw a portion of

the lattice give way, and in an instant one great paw and the head of the animal were thrust within the room.

Slowly the powerful neck and shoulders spread the bars apart, and the lithe body protruded farther and farther

As in a trance, the girl rose, her hand upon her breast, wide eyes staring horrorstricken into the snarling face

of the beast scarce ten feet from her. At her feet lay the prostrate form of the Negress. If she could but arouse

her, their combined efforts might possibly avail to beat back the fierce and bloodthirsty intruder.

Esmeralda opened her eyes. The first object they encountered was the dripping fangs of the hungry lioness.

With a horrified scream the poor woman rose to her hands and knees, and in this position scurried across the

Esmeralda weighed some two hundred and eighty pounds, and her extreme haste, added to her extreme

corpulency, produced a most amazing result when Esmeralda elected to travel on all fours.

For a moment the lioness remained quiet with intense gaze directed upon the flitting Esmeralda, whose goal

appeared to be the cupboard, into which she attempted to propel her huge bulk; but as the shelves were but

nine or ten inches apart, she only succeeded in getting her head in; whereupon, with a final screech, which

With the subsidence of Esmeralda the lioness renewed her efforts to wriggle her huge bulk through the

The girl, standing pale and rigid against the farther wall, sought with everincreasing terror for some

loophole of escape. Suddenly her hand, tightpressed against her bosom, felt the hard outline of the revolver

Quickly she snatched it from its hidingplace, and, leveling it full at the lioness's face, pulled the trigger.

There was a flash of flame, the roar of the discharge, and an answering roar of pain and anger from the beast.

Jane Porter saw the great form disappear from the window, and then she, too, fainted, the revolver falling at

But Sabor was not killed. The bullet had but inflicted a painful wound in one of the great shoulders. It was

the surprise at the blinding flash and the deafening roar that had caused her hasty but temporary retreat.

In another instant she was back at the lattice, and with renewed fury was clawing at the aperture, but with

She saw her preythe two womenlying senseless upon the floor. There was no longer any resistance to be

overcome. Her meat lay before her, and Sabor had only to worm her way through the lattice to claim it.

Slowly she forced her great bulk, inch by inch, through the opening. Now her head was through, now one

Carefully she drew up the wounded member to insinuate it gently beyond the tight pressing bars.

A moment more and both shoulders through, the long, sinuous body and the narrow hips would glide quickly

When Clayton heard the report of the firearm he fell into an agony of fear and apprehension. He knew that

one of the sailors might be the author of it; but the fact that he had left the revolver with Jane, together with

the overwrought condition of his nerves, made him morbidly positive that she was threatened with some great

danger. Perhaps even now she was attempting to defend herself against some savage man or beast.

What were the thoughts of his strange captor or guide Clayton could only vaguely conjecture; but that he had

heard the shot, and was in some manner affected by it was quite evident, for he quickened his pace so

appreciably that Clayton, stumbling blindly in his wake, was down a dozen times in as many minutes in a

Fearing that he would again be irretrievably lost, he called aloud to the wild man ahead of him, and in a

moment had the satisfaction of seeing him drop lightly to his side from the branches above.

For a moment Tarzan looked at the young man closely, as though undecided as to just what was best to do;

then, stooping down before Clayton, he motioned him to grasp him about the neck, and, with the white man

The next few minutes the young Englishman never forgot. High into bending and swaying branches he was

borne with what seemed to him incredible swiftness, while Tarzan chafed at the slowness of his progress.

From one lofty branch the agile creature swung with Clayton through a dizzy arc to a neighboring tree; then

for a hundred yards maybe the sure feet threaded a maze of interwoven limbs, balancing like a tightrope

From the first sensation of chilling fear Clayton passed to one of keen admiration and envy of those giant

muscles and that wondrous instinct or knowledge which guided this forest god through the inky blackness of

the night as easily and safely as Clayton would have strolled a London street at high noon.

Occasionally they would enter a spot where the foliage above was less dense, and the bright rays of the moon

At such times the man fairly caught his breath at sight of the horrid depths below them, for Tarzan took the

And yet with all his seeming speed, Tarzan was in reality feeling his way with comparative slowness,

searching constantly for limbs of adequate strength for the maintenance of this double weight.

Presently they came to the clearing before the beach. Tarzan's quick ears had heard the strange sounds of

Sabor's efforts to force her way through the lattice, and it seemed to Clayton that they dropped a straight

hundred feet to earth, so quickly did Tarzan descend. Yet when they struck the ground it was with scarce a

jar; and as Clayton released his hold on the apeman he saw him dart like a squirrel for the opposite side of

The Englishman sprang quickly after him just in time to see the hind quarters of some huge animal about to

As Jane opened her eyes to a realization of the imminent peril which threatened her, her brave young heart

gave up at last its final vestige of hope. But then to her surprise she saw the huge animal being slowly drawn

back through the window, and in the moonlight beyond she saw the heads and shoulders of two men.

As Clayton rounded the corner of the cabin to behold the animal disappearing within, it was also to see the

apeman seize the long tail in both hands, and, bracing himself with his feet against the side of the cabin,

throw all his mighty strength into the effort to draw the beast out of the interior.

Clayton was quick to lend a hand, but the apeman jabbered to him in a commanding and peremptory tone

At last, under their combined efforts, the great body was slowly dragged farther and farther outside the

window, and then there came to Clayton's mind a dawning conception of the rash bravery of his companion's

For a naked man to drag a shrieking, clawing maneater forth from a window by the tail to save a strange

Insofar as Clayton was concerned it was a very different matter, since the girl was not only of his own kind

Though he knew that the lioness would make short work of both of them, he pulled with a will to keep it

from Jane Porter. And then he recalled the battle between this man and the great, blackmaned lion which he

He was trying to tell the stupid white man to plunge his poisoned arrows into Sabor's back and sides, and to

reach the savage heart with the long, thin hunting knife that hung at Tarzan's hip; but the man would not

understand, and Tarzan did not dare release his hold to do the things himself, for he knew that the puny white

Slowly the lioness was emerging from the window. At last her shoulders were out.

And then Clayton saw an incredible thing. Tarzan, racking his brains for some means to cope singlehanded

with the infuriated beast, had suddenly recalled his battle with Terkoz; and as the great shoulders came clear

of the window, so that the lioness hung upon the sill only by her forepaws, Tarzan suddenly released his hold

With the quickness of a striking rattler he launched himself full upon Sabor's back, his strong young arms

seeking and gaining a fullNelson upon the beast, as he had learned it that other day during his bloody,

With a roar the lioness turned completely over upon her back, falling full upon her enemy; but the

Pawing and tearing at earth and air, Sabor rolled and threw herself this way and that in an effort to dislodge

this strange antagonist; but ever tighter and tighter drew the iron bands that were forcing her head lower and

Higher crept the steel forearms of the apeman about the back of Sabor's neck. Weaker and weaker became

At last Clayton saw the immense muscles of Tarzan's shoulders and biceps leap into corded knots beneath the

silver moonlight. There was a long sustained and supreme effort on the apeman's partand the vertebrae of

In an instant Tarzan was upon his feet, and for the second time that day Clayton heard the bull ape's savage

Running quickly to the cabin door, Clayton called out that all was right, and shouted to her to open the door.

As quickly as she could she raised the great bar and fairly dragged Clayton within.

"It was the cry of the kill from the throat of the man who has just saved your life, Miss Porter. Wait, I will

The frightened girl would not be left alone, so she accompanied Clayton to the side of the cabin where lay the

Clayton called several times, but there was no reply, and so the two returned to the greater safety of the

"What a frightful sound!" cried Jane, "I shudder at the mere thought of it. Do not tell me that a human throat

"But it did, Miss Porter," replied Clayton; "or at least if not a human throat that of a forest god."

And then he told her of his experiences with this strange creatureof how twice the wild man had saved his

lifeof the wondrous strength, and agility, and braveryof the brown skin and the handsome face.

"I cannot make it out at all," he concluded. "At first I thought he might be Tarzan of the Apes; but he neither

"Well, whatever he may be," cried the girl, "we owe him our lives, and may God bless him and keep him in

The two turned to see Esmeralda sitting upright upon the floor, her great eyes rolling from side to side as

And now, for Jane Porter, the reaction came, and she threw herself upon the bench, sobbing with hysterical

Several miles south of the cabin, upon a strip of sandy beach, stood two old men, arguing.

Before them stretched the broad Atlantic. At their backs was the Dark Continent. Close around them loomed

Savage beasts roared and growled; noises, hideous and weird, assailed their ears. They had wandered for

miles in search of their camp, but always in the wrong direction. They were as hopelessly lost as though they

At such a time, indeed, every fiber of their combined intellects must have been concentrated upon the vital

question of the minutethe lifeanddeath question to them of retracing their steps to camp.

"But, my dear professor," he was saying, "I still maintain that but for the victories of Ferdinand and Isabella

over the fifteenthcentury Moors in Spain the world would be today a thousand years in advance of where we

now find ourselves. The Moors were essentially a tolerant, broadminded, liberal race of agriculturists,

artisans and merchantsthe very type of people that has made possible such civilization as we find today in

"Tut, tut, dear Mr. Philander," interrupted Professor Porter; "their religion positively precluded the

possibilities you suggest. Moslemism was, is, and always will be, a blight on that scientific progress which

"Bless me! Professor," interjected Mr. Philander, who had turned his gaze toward the jungle, "there seems to

Professor Archimedes Q. Porter turned in the direction indicated by the nearsighted Mr. Philander.

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," he chided. "How often must I urge you to seek that absolute concentration of your

mental faculties which alone may permit you to bring to bear the highest powers of intellectuality upon the

momentous problems which naturally fall to the lot of great minds? And now I find you guilty of a most

flagrant breach of courtesy in interrupting my learned discourse to call attention to a mere quadruped of the

"Heavens, Professor, a lion?" cried Mr. Philander, straining his weak eyes toward the dim figure outlined

"Yes, yes, Mr. Philander, if you insist upon employing slang in your discourse, a `lion.' But as I was

"Bless me, Professor," again interrupted Mr. Philander; "permit me to suggest that doubtless the Moors who

were conquered in the fifteenth century will continue in that most regrettable condition for the time being at

least, even though we postpone discussion of that world calamity until we may attain the enchanting view of

In the meantime the lion had approached with quiet dignity to within ten paces of the two men, where he

The moonlight flooded the beach, and the strange group stood out in bold relief against the yellow sand.

"Most reprehensible, most reprehensible," exclaimed Professor Porter, with a faint trace of irritation in his

voice. "Never, Mr. Philander, never before in my life have I known one of these animals to be permitted to

roam at large from its cage. I shall most certainly report this outrageous breach of ethics to the directors of the

"Quite right, Professor," agreed Mr. Philander, "and the sooner it is done the better. Let us start now."

Seizing the professor by the arm, Mr. Philander set off in the direction that would put the greatest distance

They had proceeded but a short distance when a backward glance revealed to the horrified gaze of Mr.

Philander that the lion was following them. He tightened his grip upon the protesting professor and increased

Mr. Philander took another hasty glance rearward. The lion also had quickened his gait, and was doggedly

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," remonstrated the professor, "this unseemly haste is most unbecoming to men of

letters. What will our friends think of us, who may chance to be upon the street and witness our frivolous

Mr. Philander dropped the professor's arm, and broke into a mad orgy of speed that would have done credit to

"As I was saying, Mr. Philander" screamed Professor Porter, as, metaphorically speaking, he himself

"threw her into high." He, too, had caught a fleeting backward glimpse of cruel yellow eyes and half open

With streaming coat tails and shiny silk hat Professor Archimedes Q. Porter fled through the moonlight close

Before them a point of the jungle ran out toward a narrow promontory, and it was for the heaven of the trees

he saw there that Mr. Samuel T. Philander directed his prodigious leaps and bounds; while from the shadows

It was Tarzan of the Apes who watched, with face agrin, this odd game of followtheleader.

He knew the two men were safe enough from attack in so far as the lion was concerned. The very fact that

Numa had foregone such easy prey at all convinced the wise forest craft of Tarzan that Numa's belly already

The lion might stalk them until hungry again; but the chances were that if not angered he would soon tire of

Really, the one great danger was that one of the men might stumble and fall, and then the yellow devil would

be upon him in a moment and the joy of the kill would be too great a temptation to withstand.

So Tarzan swung quickly to a lower limb in line with the approaching fugitives; and as Mr. Samuel T.

Philander came panting and blowing beneath him, already too spent to struggle up to the safety of the limb,

Tarzan reached down and, grasping him by the collar of his coat, yanked him to the limb by his side.

Another moment brought the professor within the sphere of the friendly grip, and he, too, was drawn upward

to safety just as the baffled Numa, with a roar, leaped to recover his vanishing quarry.

For a moment the two men clung panting to the great branch, while Tarzan squatted with his back to the stem

"I am deeply pained, Mr. Philander, that you should have evinced such a paucity of manly courage in the

presence of one of the lower orders, and by your crass timidity have caused me to exert myself to such an

unaccustomed degree in order that I might resume my discourse. As I was saying, Mr. Philander, when you

"Professor Archimedes Q. Porter," broke in Mr. Philander, in icy tones, "the time has arrived when patience

becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the mantle of virtue. You have accused me of cowardice.

You have insinuated that you ran only to overtake me, not to escape the clutches of the lion. Have a care,

Professor Archimedes Q. Porter! I am a desperate man. Goaded by longsuffering patience the worm will

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!" cautioned Professor Porter; "you forget yourself."

"I forget nothing as yet, Professor Archimedes Q. Porter; but, believe me, sir, I am tottering on the verge of

forgetfulness as to your exalted position in the world of science, and your gray hairs."

The professor sat in silence for a few minutes, and the darkness hid the grim smile that wreathed his wrinkled

"Look here, Skinny Philander," he said, in belligerent tones, "if you are lookin' for a scrap, peel off your coat

and come on down on the ground, and I'll punch your head just as I did sixty years ago in the alley back of

"Ark!" gasped the astonished Mr. Philander. "Lordy, how good that sounds! When you're human, Ark, I love

you; but somehow it seems as though you had forgotten how to be human for the last twenty years."

The professor reached out a thin, trembling old hand through the darkness until it found his old friend's

"Forgive me, Skinny," he said, softly. "It hasn't been quite twenty years, and God alone knows how hard I

have tried to be `human' for Jane's sake, and yours, too, since He took my other Jane away."

Another old hand stole up from Mr. Philander's side to clasp the one that lay upon his shoulder, and no other

They did not speak for some minutes. The lion below them paced nervously back and forth. The third figure

in the tree was hidden by the dense shadows near the stem. He, too, was silentmotionless as a graven

"You certainly pulled me up into this tree just in time," said the professor at last. "I want to thank you. You

"But I didn't pull you up here, Professor," said Mr. Philander. "Bless me! The excitement of the moment quite

caused me to forget that I myself was drawn up here by some outside agencythere must be someone or

"Most positive, Professor," replied Mr. Philander, "and," he added, "I think we should thank the party. He

"Eh? What's that? Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!" said Professor Porter, edging cautiously nearer to Mr.

Just then it occurred to Tarzan of the Apes that Numa had loitered beneath the tree for a sufficient length of

time, so he raised his young head toward the heavens, and there rang out upon the terrified ears of the two old

The two friends, huddled trembling in their precarious position on the limb, saw the great lion halt in his

restless pacing as the bloodcurdling cry smote his ears, and then slink quickly into the jungle, to be instantly

"Most remarkable, most remarkable," murmured Professor Porter, clutching frantically at Mr. Philander to

regain the balance which the sudden fright had so perilously endangered. Unfortunately for them both, Mr.

Philander's center of equilibrium was at that very moment hanging upon the ragged edge of nothing, so that it

needed but the gentle impetus supplied by the additional weight of Professor Porter's body to topple the

For a moment they swayed uncertainly, and then, with mingled and most unscholarly shrieks, they pitched

It was quite some moments ere either moved, for both were positive that any such attempt would reveal so

At length Professor Porter made an attempt to move one leg. To his surprise, it responded to his will as in

"Thank God, Professor," whispered Mr. Philander, fervently, "you are not dead, then?"

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut," cautioned Professor Porter, "I do not know with accuracy as yet."

With infinite solicitude Professor Porter wiggled his right armjoy! It was intact. Breathlessly he waved his

"To whom are you signaling, Professor?" asked Mr. Philander, in an excited tone.

Professor Porter deigned to make no response to this puerile inquiry. Instead he raised his head gently from

Mr. Philander had not moved from where he had fallen; he had not dared the attempt. How indeed could one

One eye was buried in the soft loam; the other, rolling sidewise, was fixed in awe upon the strange gyrations

"How sad!" exclaimed Mr. Philander, half aloud. "Concussion of the brain, superinducing total mental

Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach; gingerly he bowed his back until he resembled a huge tom cat

in proximity to a yelping dog. Then he sat up and felt of various portions of his anatomy.

Whereupon he arose, and, bending a scathing glance upon the still prostrate form of Mr. Samuel T. Philander,

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander; this is no time to indulge in slothful ease. We must be up and doing."

Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in speechless rage at Professor Porter. Then he

attempted to rise; nor could there have been any more surprised than he when his efforts were immediately

He was still bursting with rage, however, at the cruel injustice of Professor Porter's insinuation, and was on

the point of rendering a tart rejoinder when his eyes fell upon a strange figure standing a few paces away,

Professor Porter had recovered his shiny silk hat, which he had brushed carefully upon the sleeve of his coat

and replaced upon his head. When he saw Mr. Philander pointing to something behind him he turned to

behold a giant, naked but for a loin cloth and a few metal ornaments, standing motionless before him.

For reply the giant motioned them to follow him, and set off up the beach in the direction from which they

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," returned the professor. "A short time since you were advancing a most logical

argument in substantiation of your theory that camp lay directly south of us. I was skeptical, but you finally

convinced me; so now I am positive that toward the south we must travel to reach our friends. Therefore I

"But, Professor Porter, this man may know better than either of us. He seems to be indigenous to this part of

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," repeated the professor. "I am a difficult man to convince, but when once convinced

my decision is unalterable. I shall continue in the proper direction, if I have to circumambulate the continent

Further argument was interrupted by Tarzan, who, seeing that these strange men were not following him, had

Presently the apeman lost patience with their stupid ignorance. He grasped the frightened Mr. Philander by

the shoulder, and before that worthy gentleman knew whether he was being killed or merely maimed for life,

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," remonstrated Professor Porter; "it is most unbeseeming in you to submit to such

But scarcely were the words out of his mouth ere he, too, had been seized and securely bound by the neck

with the same rope. Then Tarzan set off toward the north, leading the now thoroughly frightened professor

In deathly silence they proceeded for what seemed hours to the two tired and hopeless old men; but presently

as they topped a little rise of ground they were overjoyed to see the cabin lying before them, not a hundred

Here Tarzan released them, and, pointing toward the little building, vanished into the jungle beside them.

"Most remarkable, most remarkable!" gasped the professor. "But you see, Mr. Philander, that I was quite

right, as usual; and but for your stubborn willfulness we should have escaped a series of most humiliating, not

to say dangerous accidents. Pray allow yourself to be guided by a more mature and practical mind hereafter

Mr. Samuel T. Philander was too much relieved at the happy outcome to their adventure to take umbrage at

the professor's cruel fling. Instead he grasped his friend's arm and hastened him forward in the direction of

It was a muchrelieved party of castaways that found itself once more united. Dawn discovered them still

recounting their various adventures and speculating upon the identity of the strange guardian and protector

Esmeralda was positive that it was none other than an angel of the Lord, sent down especially to watch over

"Had you seen him devour the raw meat of the lion, Esmeralda," laughed Clayton, "you would have thought

"There was nothing heavenly about his voice," said Jane Porter, with a little shudder at recollection of the

"Nor did it precisely comport with my preconceived ideas of the dignity of divine messengers," remarked

Professor Porter, "when theahgentleman tied two highly respectable and erudite scholars neck to neck

As it was now quite light, the party, none of whom had eaten or slept since the previous morning, began to

The mutineers of the Arrow had landed a small supply of dried meats, canned soups and vegetables, crackers,

flour, tea, and coffee for the five they had marooned, and these were hurriedly drawn upon to satisfy the

The next task was to make the cabin habitable, and to this end it was decided to at once remove the gruesome

Professor Porter and Mr. Philander were deeply interested in examining the skeletons. The two larger, they

The smallest skeleton was given but passing attention, as its location, in the crib, left no doubt as to its having

As they were preparing the skeleton of the man for burial, Clayton discovered a massive ring which had

evidently encircled the man's finger at the time of his death, for one of the slender bones of the hand still lay

Picking it up to examine it, Clayton gave a cry of astonishment, for the ring bore the crest of the house of

At the same time, Jane discovered the books in the cupboard, and on opening the flyleaf of one of them saw

the name, JOHN CLAYTON, LONDON. In a second book which she hurriedly examined was the single

"Why, Mr. Clayton," she cried, "what does this mean? Here are the names of some of your own people in

"And here," he replied gravely, "is the great ring of the house of Greystoke which has been lost since my

uncle, John Clayton, the former Lord Greystoke, disappeared, presumably lost at sea."

"But how do you account for these things being here, in this savage African jungle?" exclaimed the girl.

"There is but one way to account for it, Miss Porter," said Clayton. "The late Lord Greystoke was not

drowned. He died here in this cabin and this poor thing upon the floor is all that is mortal of him."

"Then this must have been Lady Greystoke," said Jane reverently, indicating the poor mass of bones upon the

"The beautiful Lady Alice," replied Clayton, "of whose many virtues and remarkable personal charms I often

With deep reverence and solemnity the bodies of the late Lord and Lady Greystoke were buried beside their

little African cabin, and between them was placed the tiny skeleton of the baby of Kala, the ape.

As Mr. Philander was placing the frail bones of the infant in a bit of sail cloth, he examined the skull

minutely. Then he called Professor Porter to his side, and the two argued in low tones for several minutes.

"Bless me," said Mr. Philander, "we must acquaint Mr. Clayton with our discovery at once."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!" remonstrated Professor Archimedes Q. Porter. "`Let the dead past bury its

And so the whitehaired old man repeated the burial service over this strange grave, while his four

From the trees Tarzan of the Apes watched the solemn ceremony; but most of all he watched the sweet face

In his savage, untutored breast new emotions were stirring. He could not fathom them. He wondered why he

felt so great an interest in these peoplewhy he had gone to such pains to save the three men. But he did not

Surely the men were stupid and ridiculous and cowardly. Even Manu, the monkey, was more intelligent than

they. If these were creatures of his own kind he was doubtful if his past pride in blood was warranted.

But the girl, ahthat was a different matter. He did not reason here. He knew that she was created to be

He wondered why they had dug a great hole in the ground merely to bury dry bones. Surely there was no

Had there been meat upon them he could have understood, for thus alone might one keep his meat from

When the grave had been filled with earth the little party turned back toward the cabin, and Esmeralda, still

weeping copiously for the two she had never heard of before today, and who had been dead twenty years,

"Look at them low down white trash out there!" she shrilled, pointing toward the Arrow. "Theyall's a

And, sure enough, the Arrow was being worked toward the open sea, slowly, through the harbor's entrance.

"They promised to leave us firearms and ammunition," said Clayton. "The merciless beasts!"

"It is the work of that fellow they call Snipes, I am sure," said Jane. "King was a scoundrel, but he had a little

sense of humanity. If they had not killed him I know that he would have seen that we were properly provided

"I regret that they did not visit us before sailing," said Professor Porter. "I had proposed requesting them to

"Never mind, dear," she said. "It wouldn't have done any good, because it is solely for the treasure that they

"Tut, tut, child, tut, tut!" replied Professor Porter. "You are a good child, but inexperienced in practical

matters," and Professor Porter turned and walked slowly away toward the jungle, his hands clasped beneath

His daughter watched him with a pathetic smile upon her lips, and then turning to Mr. Philander, she

"Please don't let him wander off again as he did yesterday. We depend upon you, you know, to keep a close

"He becomes more difficult to handle each day," replied Mr. Philander, with a sigh and a shake of his head. "I

presume he is now off to report to the directors of the Zoo that one of their lions was at large last night. Oh,

"Yes, I do, Mr. Philander; but while we all love him, you alone are best fitted to manage him; for, regardless

of what he may say to you, he respects your great learning, and, therefore, has immense confidence in your

Mr. Philander, with a mildly puzzled expression on his face, turned to pursue Professor Porter, and in his

mind he was revolving the question of whether he should feel complimented or aggrieved at Miss Porter's

Tarzan had seen the consternation depicted upon the faces of the little group as they witnessed the departure

of the Arrow; so, as the ship was a wonderful novelty to him in addition, he determined to hasten out to the

point of land at the north of the harbor's mouth and obtain a nearer view of the boat, as well as to learn, if

Swinging through the trees with great speed, he reached the point only a moment after the ship had passed

out of the harbor, so that he obtained an excellent view of the wonders of this strange, floating house.

There were some twenty men running hither and thither about the deck, pulling and hauling on ropes.

A light land breeze was blowing, and the ship had been worked through the harbor's mouth under scant sail,

but now that they had cleared the point every available shred of canvas was being spread that she might stand

Tarzan watched the graceful movements of the ship in rapt admiration, and longed to be aboard her. Presently

his keen eyes caught the faintest suspicion of smoke on the far northern horizon, and he wondered over the

About the same time the lookout on the Arrow must have discerned it, for in a few minutes Tarzan saw the

sails being shifted and shortened. The ship came about, and presently he knew that she was beating back

A man at the bows was constantly heaving into the sea a rope to the end of which a small object was fastened.

At last the ship came up directly into the wind; the anchor was lowered; down came the sails. There was great

A boat was lowered, and in it a great chest was placed. Then a dozen sailors bent to the oars and pulled

It was but a few minutes later that the boat touched the beach. The men jumped out and lifted the great chest

to the sand. They were on the north side of the point so that their presence was concealed from those at the

The men argued angrily for a moment. Then the ratfaced one, with several companions, ascended the low

bluff on which stood the tree that concealed Tarzan. They looked about for several minutes.

"Here is a good place," said the ratfaced sailor, indicating a spot beneath Tarzan's tree.

"It is as good as any," replied one of his companions. "If they catch us with the treasure aboard it will all be

confiscated anyway. We might as well bury it here on the chance that some of us will escape the gallows to

The ratfaced one now called to the men who had remained at the boat, and they came slowly up the bank

"Stow it!" retorted one of the men, in a surly tone. "You're no admiral, you damned shrimp."

"I'm Cap'n here, though, I'll have you to understand, you swab," shrieked Snipes, with a volley of frightful

"Steady, boys," cautioned one of the men who had not spoken before. "It ain't goin' to get us nothing by

"Right enough," replied the sailor who had resented Snipes' autocratic tones; "but it ain't agoin' to get

"You fellows dig here," said Snipes, indicating a spot beneath the tree. "And while you're diggin', Peter kin

be amakin' of a map of the location so's we kin find it again. You, Tom, and Bill, take a couple more down

"Git busy there," growled Snipes. "You didn't think your Cap'n was agoin' to dig with a shovel, did you?"

The men all looked up angrily. None of them liked Snipes, and this disagreeable show of authority since he

had murdered King, the real head and ringleader of the mutineers, had only added fuel to the flames of their

"Do you mean to say that you don't intend to take a shovel, and lend a hand with this work? Your shoulder's

not hurt so allfired bad as that," said Tarrant, the sailor who had before spoken.

"Not by a damned sight," replied Snipes, fingering the butt of his revolver nervously.

"Then, by God," replied Tarrant, "if you won't take a shovel you'll take a pickax."

With the words he raised his pick above his head, and, with a mighty blow, he buried the point in Snipes'

For a moment the men stood silently looking at the result of their fellow's grim humor. Then one of them

One of the others commenced to ply his pick to the ground. The soil was soft and he threw aside the pick and

grasped a shovel; then the others joined him. There was no further comment on the killing, but the men

worked in a better frame of mind than they had since Snipes had assumed command.

When they had a trench of ample size to bury the chest, Tarrant suggested that they enlarge it and inter

The others saw the cunning of the suggestion, and so the trench was lengthened to accommodate the corpse,

and in the center a deeper hole was excavated for the box, which was first wrapped in sailcloth and then

lowered to its place, which brought its top about a foot below the bottom of the grave. Earth was shovelled in

and tramped down about the chest until the bottom of the grave showed level and uniform.

Two of the men rolled the ratfaced corpse unceremoniously into the grave, after first stripping it of its

weapons and various other articles which the several members of the party coveted for their own.

They then filled the grave with earth and tramped upon it until it would hold no more.

The balance of the loose earth was thrown far and wide, and a mass of dead undergrowth spread in as natural

a manner as possible over the newmade grave to obliterate all signs of the ground having been disturbed.

Their work done the sailors returned to the small boat, and pulled off rapidly toward the Arrow.

The breeze had increased considerably, and as the smoke upon the horizon was now plainly discernible in

considerable volume, the mutineers lost no time in getting under full sail and bearing away toward the

Tarzan, an interested spectator of all that had taken place, sat speculating on the strange actions of these

Men were indeed more foolish and more cruel than the beasts of the jungle! How fortunate was he who lived

Tarzan wondered what the chest they had buried contained. If they did not want it why did they not merely

Ah, he thought, but they do want it. They have hidden it here because they intend returning for it later.

Tarzan dropped to the ground and commenced to examine the earth about the excavation. He was looking to

see if these creatures had dropped anything which he might like to own. Soon he discovered a spade hidden

He seized it and attempted to use it as he had seen the sailors do. It was awkward work and hurt his bare feet,

but he persevered until he had partially uncovered the body. This he dragged from the grave and laid to one

Then he continued digging until he had unearthed the chest. This also he dragged to the side of the corpse.

Then he filled in the smaller hole below the grave, replaced the body and the earth around and above it,

Four sailors had sweated beneath the burden of its weight Tarzan of the Apes picked it up as though it had

been an empty packing case, and with the spade slung to his back by a piece of rope, carried it off into the

He could not well negotiate the trees with his awkward burden, but he kept to the trails, and so made fairly

For several hours he traveled a little north of east until he came to an impenetrable wall of matted and tangled

vegetation. Then he took to the lower branches, and in another fifteen minutes he emerged into the

amphitheater of the apes, where they met in council, or to celebrate the rites of the DumDum.

Near the center of the clearing, and not far from the drum, or altar, he commenced to dig. This was harder

work than turning up the freshly excavated earth at the grave, but Tarzan of the Apes was persevering and so

he kept at his labor until he was rewarded by seeing a hole sufficiently deep to receive the chest and

Why had he gone to all this labor without knowing the value of the contents of the chest?

Tarzan of the Apes had a man's figure and a man's brain, but he was an ape by training and environment. His

brain told him that the chest contained something valuable, or the men would not have hidden it. His training

had taught him to imitate whatever was new and unusual, and now the natural curiosity, which is as common

But the heavy lock and massive iron bands baffled both his cunning and his immense strength, so that he was

By the time Tarzan had hunted his way back to the vicinity of the cabin, feeding as he went, it was quite dark.

Within the little building a light was burning, for Clayton had found an unopened tin of oil which had stood

intact for twenty years, a part of the supplies left with the Claytons by Black Michael. The lamps also were

still useable, and thus the interior of the cabin appeared as bright as day to the astonished Tarzan.

He had often wondered at the exact purpose of the lamps. His reading and the pictures had told him what they

were, but he had no idea of how they could be made to produce the wondrous sunlight that some of his

As he approached the window nearest the door he saw that the cabin had been divided into two rooms by a

In the front room were the three men; the two older deep in argument, while the younger, tilted back against

the wall on an improvised stool, was deeply engrossed in reading one of Tarzan's books.

Tarzan was not particularly interested in the men, however, so he sought the other window. There was the

She was writing at Tarzan's own table beneath the window. Upon a pile of grasses at the far side of the room

For an hour Tarzan feasted his eyes upon her while she wrote. How he longed to speak to her, but he dared

not attempt it, for he was convinced that, like the young man, she would not understand him, and he feared,

At length she arose, leaving her manuscript upon the table. She went to the bed upon which had been spread

Then she loosened the soft mass of golden hair which crowned her head. Like a shimmering waterfall turned

to burnished metal by a dying sun it fell about her oval face; in waving lines, below her waist it tumbled.

Tarzan was spellbound. Then she extinguished the lamp and all within the cabin was wrapped in Cimmerian

Still Tarzan watched. Creeping close beneath the window he waited, listening, for half an hour. At last he was

Cautiously he intruded his hand between the meshes of the lattice until his whole arm was within the cabin.

Carefully he felt upon the desk. At last he grasped the manuscript upon which Jane Porter had been writing,

Tarzan folded the sheets into a small parcel which he tucked into the quiver with his arrows. Then he melted

Early the following morning Tarzan awoke, and his first thought of the new day, as the last of yesterday, was

Hurriedly he brought it forth, hoping against hope that he could read what the beautiful white girl had written

At the first glance he suffered a bitter disappointment; never before had he so yearned for anything as now he

did for the ability to interpret a message from that goldenhaired divinity who had come so suddenly and so

What did it matter if the message were not intended for him? It was an expression of her thoughts, and that

And now to be baffled by strange, uncouth characters the like of which he had never seen before! Why, they

even tipped in the opposite direction from all that he had ever examined either in printed books or the

Even the little bugs of the black book were familiar friends, though their arrangement meant nothing to him;

For twenty minutes he pored over them, when suddenly they commenced to take familiar though distorted

Then he began to make out a word here and a word there. His heart leaped for joy. He could read it, and he

In another half hour he was progressing rapidly, and, but for an exceptional word now and again, he found it

It seems foolish to write you a letter that you may never see, but I simply must tell somebody of our awful

If we never return to civilization, as now seems only too likely, this will at least prove a brief record of the

As you know, we were supposed to have set out upon a scientific expedition to the Congo. Papa was

presumed to entertain some wondrous theory of an unthinkably ancient civilization, the remains of which lay

buried somewhere in the Congo valley. But after we were well under sail the truth came out.

It seems that an old bookworm who has a book and curio shop in Baltimore discovered between the leaves of

a very old Spanish manuscript a letter written in 1550 detailing the adventures of a crew of mutineers of a

Spanish galleon bound from Spain to South America with a vast treasure of "doubloons" and "pieces of

The writer had been one of the crew, and the letter was to his son, who was, at the very time the letter was

Many years had elapsed since the events the letter narrated had transpired, and the old man had become a

respected citizen of an obscure Spanish town, but the love of gold was still so strong upon him that he risked

all to acquaint his son with the means of attaining fabulous wealth for them both.

The writer told how when but a week out from Spain the crew had mutinied and murdered every officer and

man who opposed them; but they defeated their own ends by this very act, for there was none left competent

They were blown hither and thither for two months, until sick and dying of scurvy, starvation, and thirst, they

The galleon was washed high upon the beach where she went to pieces; but not before the survivors, who

This they buried well up on the island, and for three years they lived there in constant hope of being rescued.

One by one they sickened and died, until only one man was left, the writer of the letter.

The men had built a boat from the wreckage of the galleon, but having no idea where the island was located

When all were dead except himself, however, the awful loneliness so weighed upon the mind of the sole

survivor that he could endure it no longer, and choosing to risk death upon the open sea rather than madness

on the lonely isle, he set sail in his little boat after nearly a year of solitude.

Fortunately he sailed due north, and within a week was in the track of the Spanish merchantmen plying

between the West Indies and Spain, and was picked up by one of these vessels homeward bound.

The story he told was merely one of shipwreck in which all but a few had perished, the balance, except

himself, dying after they reached the island. He did not mention the mutiny or the chest of buried treasure.

The master of the merchantman assured him that from the position at which they had picked him up, and the

prevailing winds for the past week he could have been on no other island than one of the Cape Verde group,

His letter described the island minutely, as well as the location of the treasure, and was accompanied by the

crudest, funniest little old map you ever saw; with trees and rocks all marked by scrawly X's to show the

When papa explained the real nature of the expedition, my heart sank, for I know so well how visionary and

impractical the poor dear has always been that I feared that he had again been duped; especially when he told

To add to my distress, I learned that he had borrowed ten thousand dollars more from Robert Canler, and had

Mr. Canler had asked for no security, and you know, dearie, what that will mean for me if papa cannot meet

We all tried to look on the bright side of things, but Mr. Philander, and Mr. Claytonhe joined us in London

Well, to make a long story short, we found the island and the treasurea great ironbound oak chest,

wrapped in many layers of oiled sailcloth, and as strong and firm as when it had been buried nearly two

It was SIMPLY FILLED with gold coin, and was so heavy that four men bent underneath its weight.

The horrid thing seems to bring nothing but murder and misfortune to those who have anything to do with it,

for three days after we sailed from the Cape Verde Islands our own crew mutinied and killed every one of

Oh, it was the most terrifying experience one could imagineI cannot even write of it.

They were going to kill us too, but one of them, the leader, named King, would not let them, and so they

sailed south along the coast to a lonely spot where they found a good harbor, and here they landed and have

They sailed away with the treasure today, but Mr. Clayton says they will meet with a fate similar to the

mutineers of the ancient galleon, because King, the only man aboard who knew aught of navigation, was

I wish you could know Mr. Clayton; he is the dearest fellow imaginable, and unless I am mistaken he has

He is the only son of Lord Greystoke, and some day will inherit the title and estates. In addition, he is

wealthy in his own right, but the fact that he is going to be an English Lord makes me very sadyou know

what my sentiments have always been relative to American girls who married titled foreigners. Oh, if he were

But it isn't his fault, poor fellow, and in everything except birth he would do credit to my country, and that is

We have had the most weird experiences since we were landed here. Papa and Mr. Philander lost in the

Mr. Clayton lost, and attacked twice by wild beasts. Esmeralda and I cornered in an old cabin by a perfectly

awful maneating lioness. Oh, it was simply "terrifical," as Esmeralda would say.

But the strangest part of it all is the wonderful creature who rescued us. I have not seen him, but Mr. Clayton

and papa and Mr. Philander have, and they say that he is a perfectly godlike white man tanned to a dusky

brown, with the strength of a wild elephant, the agility of a monkey, and the bravery of a lion.

He speaks no English and vanishes as quickly and as mysteriously after he has performed some valorous

Then we have another weird neighbor, who printed a beautiful sign in English and tacked it on the door of his

cabin, which we have preempted, warning us to destroy none of his belongings, and signing himself "Tarzan

We have never seen him, though we think he is about, for one of the sailors, who was going to shoot Mr.

Clayton in the back, received a spear in his shoulder from some unseen hand in the jungle.

The sailors left us but a meager supply of food, so, as we have only a single revolver with but three cartridges

left in it, we do not know how we can procure meat, though Mr. Philander says that we can exist indefinitely

I am very tired now, so I shall go to my funny bed of grasses which Mr. Clayton gathered for me, but will add

Tarzan sat in a brown study for a long time after he finished reading the letter. It was filled with so many new

and wonderful things that his brain was in a whirl as he attempted to digest them all.

In his tree he had constructed a rude shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath which, protected from the rain, he

had placed the few treasures brought from the cabin. Among these were some pencils.

He thought that would be sufficient. Later he would return the letter to the cabin.

In the matter of food, thought Tarzan, they had no need to worryhe would provide, and he did.

The next morning Jane found her missing letter in the exact spot from which it had disappeared two nights

before. She was mystified; but when she saw the printed words beneath her signature, she felt a cold, clammy

chill run up her spine. She showed the letter, or rather the last sheet with the signature, to Clayton.

"And to think," she said, "that uncanny thing was probably watching me all the time that I was writingoo!

"But he must be friendly," reassured Clayton, "for he has returned your letter, nor did he offer to harm you,

and unless I am mistaken he left a very substantial memento of his friendship outside the cabin door last

From then on scarcely a day passed that did not bring its offering of game or other food. Sometimes it was a

young deer, again a quantity of strange, cooked foodcassava cakes pilfered from the village of

Tarzan derived the greatest pleasure of his life in hunting meat for these strangers. It seemed to him that no

pleasure on earth could compare with laboring for the welfare and protection of the beautiful white girl.

Some day he would venture into the camp in daylight and talk with these people through the medium of the

But he found it difficult to overcome the timidity of the wild thing of the forest, and so day followed day

The party in the camp, emboldened by familiarity, wandered farther and yet farther into the jungle in search

Scarcely a day passed that did not find Professor Porter straying in his preoccupied indifference toward the

jaws of death. Mr. Samuel T. Philander, never what one might call robust, was worn to the shadow of a

shadow through the ceaseless worry and mental distraction resultant from his Herculean efforts to safeguard

It was early afternoon. Clayton had wandered to the point at the harbor's mouth to look for passing vessels.

Here he kept a great mass of wood, high piled, ready to be ignited as a signal should a steamer or a sail top

Professor Porter was wandering along the beach south of the camp with Mr. Philander at his elbow, urging

him to turn his steps back before the two became again the sport of some savage beast.

The others gone, Jane and Esmeralda had wandered into the jungle to gather fruit, and in their search were led

Tarzan waited in silence before the door of the little house until they should return. His thoughts were of the

beautiful white girl. They were always of her now. He wondered if she would fear him, and the thought all

He was rapidly becoming impatient for her return, that he might feast his eyes upon her and be near her,

perhaps touch her. The apeman knew no god, but he was as near to worshipping his divinity as mortal man

ever comes to worship. While he waited he passed the time printing a message to her; whether he intended

giving it to her he himself could not have told, but he took infinite pleasure in seeing his thoughts expressed

I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We live here together always in my house. I

will bring you the best of fruits, the tenderest deer, the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt for you. I

am the greatest of the jungle fighters. I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of the jungle fighters. You are

Jane Porter, I saw it in your letter. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Tarzan of the

As he stood, straight as a young Indian, by the door, waiting after he had finished the message, there came to

his keen ears a familiar sound. It was the passing of a great ape through the lower branches of the forest.

For an instant he listened intently, and then from the jungle came the agonized scream of a woman, and

Tarzan of the Apes, dropping his first love letter upon the ground, shot like a panther into the forest.

Clayton, also, heard the scream, and Professor Porter and Mr. Philander, and in a few minutes they came

panting to the cabin, calling out to each other a volley of excited questions as they approached. A glance

Instantly, Clayton, followed by the two old men, plunged into the jungle, calling the girl's name aloud. For

half an hour they stumbled on, until Clayton, by merest chance, came upon the prostrate form of Esmeralda.

He stopped beside her, feeling for her pulse and then listening for her heartbeats. She lived. He shook her.

"Esmeralda!" he shrieked in her ear. "Esmeralda! For God's sake, where is Miss Porter? What has happened?

Slowly Esmeralda opened her eyes. She saw Clayton. She saw the jungle about her.

"What shall we do, Mr. Clayton?" asked the old professor. "Where shall we look? God could not have been

"We must arouse Esmeralda first," replied Clayton. "She can tell us what has happened. Esmeralda!" he cried

"O Gaberelle, I want to die!" cried the poor woman, but with eyes fast closed. "Let me die, dear Lord, don't

"Ain't Miss Jane here?" cried Esmeralda, sitting up with wonderful celerity for one of her bulk. "Oh, Lord,

now I remember! It must have took her away," and the Negress commenced to sob, and wail her

"A gorilla, Esmeralda?" questioned Mr. Philander, and the three men scarcely breathed as he voiced the

"I thought it was the devil; but I guess it must have been one of them gorilephants. Oh, my poor baby, my

Clayton immediately began to look about for tracks, but he could find nothing save a confusion of trampled

grasses in the close vicinity, and his woodcraft was too meager for the translation of what he did see.

All the balance of the day they sought through the jungle; but as night drew on they were forced to give up in

despair and hopelessness, for they did not even know in what direction the thing had borne Jane.

It was long after dark ere they reached the cabin, and a sad and griefstricken party it was that sat silently

Professor Porter finally broke the silence. His tones were no longer those of the erudite pedant theorizing

upon the abstract and the unknowable; but those of the man of action determined, but tinged also by a note

of indescribable hopelessness and grief which wrung an answering pang from Clayton's heart.

"I shall lie down now," said the old man, "and try to sleep. Early tomorrow, as soon as it is light, I shall take

what food I can carry and continue the search until I have found Jane. I will not return without her."

His companions did not reply at once. Each was immersed in his own sorrowful thoughts, and each knew, as

did the old professor, what the last words meantProfessor Porter would never return from the jungle.

At length Clayton arose and laid his hand gently upon Professor Porter's bent old shoulder.

"I knew that you would offerthat you would wish to go, Mr. Clayton; but you must not. Jane is beyond

human assistance now. What was once my dear little girl shall not lie alone and friendless in the awful jungle.

"The same vines and leaves will cover us, the same rains beat upon us; and when the spirit of her mother is

"No; it is I alone who may go, for she was my daughter all that was left on earth for me to love."

The old man looked up, regarding the strong, handsome face of William Cecil Clayton intently. Perhaps he

He had been too preoccupied with his own scholarly thoughts in the past to consider the little occurrences, the

chance words, which would have indicated to a more practical man that these young people were being

drawn more and more closely to one another. Now they came back to him, one by one.

"No, my dear old friend," said Professor Porter. "We may not all go. It would be cruelly wicked to leave poor

"There be enough dead things in the cruel forest as it is. Comelet us try to sleep a little."

From the time Tarzan left the tribe of great anthropoids in which he had been raised, it was torn by continual

strife and discord. Terkoz proved a cruel and capricious king, so that, one by one, many of the older and

weaker apes, upon whom he was particularly prone to vent his brutish nature, took their families and sought

But at last those who remained were driven to desperation by the continued truculence of Terkoz, and it so

"If you have a chief who is cruel, do not do as the other apes do, and attempt, any one of you, to pit yourself

against him alone. But, instead, let two or three or four of you attack him together. Then, if you will do this,

no chief will dare to be other than he should be, for four of you can kill any chief who may ever be over you."

And the ape who recalled this wise counsel repeated it to several of his fellows, so that when Terkoz returned

There were no formalities. As Terkoz reached the group, five huge, hairy beasts sprang upon him.

At heart he was an arrant coward, which is the way with bullies among apes as well as among men; so he did

not remain to fight and die, but tore himself away from them as quickly as he could and fled into the

Two more attempts he made to rejoin the tribe, but on each occasion he was set upon and driven away. At last

For several days he wandered aimlessly, nursing his spite and looking for some weak thing on which to vent

It was in this state of mind that the horrible, manlike beast, swinging from tree to tree, came suddenly upon

He was right above them when he discovered them. The first intimation Jane Porter had of his presence was

when the great hairy body dropped to the earth beside her, and she saw the awful face and the snarling,

One piercing scream escaped her lips as the brute hand clutched her arm. Then she was dragged toward those

awful fangs which yawned at her throat. But ere they touched that fair skin another mood claimed the

The tribe had kept his women. He must find others to replace them. This hairless white ape would be the first

of his new household, and so he threw her roughly across his broad, hairy shoulders and leaped back into the

Esmeralda's scream of terror had mingled once with that of Jane, and then, as was Esmeralda's manner under

But Jane did not once lose consciousness. It is true that that awful face, pressing close to hers, and the stench

of the foul breath beating upon her nostrils, paralyzed her with terror; but her brain was clear, and she

With what seemed to her marvelous rapidity the brute bore her through the forest, but still she did not cry out

or struggle. The sudden advent of the ape had confused her to such an extent that she thought now that he was

For this reason she conserved her energies and her voice until she could see that they had approached near

She could not have known it, but she was being borne farther and farther into the impenetrable jungle.

The scream that had brought Clayton and the two older men stumbling through the undergrowth had led

Tarzan of the Apes straight to where Esmeralda lay, but it was not Esmeralda in whom his interest centered,

For a moment he scrutinized the ground below and the trees above, until the ape that was in him by virtue of

training and environment, combined with the intelligence that was his by right of birth, told his wondrous

woodcraft the whole story as plainly as though he had seen the thing happen with his own eyes.

And then he was gone again into the swaying trees, following the highflung spoor which no other human

At boughs' ends, where the anthropoid swings from one tree to another, there is most to mark the trail, but

least to point the direction of the quarry; for there the pressure is downward always, toward the small end of

the branch, whether the ape be leaving or entering a tree. Nearer the center of the tree, where the signs of

Here, on this branch, a caterpillar has been crushed by the fugitive's great foot, and Tarzan knows

instinctively where that same foot would touch in the next stride. Here he looks to find a tiny particle of the

Again, a minute bit of bark has been upturned by the scraping hand, and the direction of the break indicates

the direction of the passage. Or some great limb, or the stem of the tree itself has been brushed by the hairy

body, and a tiny shred of hair tells him by the direction from which it is wedged beneath the bark that he is on

Nor does he need to check his speed to catch these seemingly faint records of the fleeing beast.

To Tarzan they stand out boldly against all the myriad other scars and bruises and signs upon the leafy way.

But strongest of all is the scent, for Tarzan is pursuing up the wind, and his trained nostrils are as sensitive as

There are those who believe that the lower orders are specially endowed by nature with better olfactory

Man's survival does not hinge so greatly upon the perfection of his senses. His power to reason has relieved

them of many of their duties, and so they have, to some extent, atrophied, as have the muscles which move

The muscles are there, about the ears and beneath the scalp, and so are the nerves which transmit sensations

Not so with Tarzan of the Apes. From early infancy his survival had depended upon acuteness of eyesight,

hearing, smell, touch, and taste far more than upon the more slowly developed organ of reason.

The least developed of all in Tarzan was the sense of taste, for he could eat luscious fruits, or raw flesh, long

buried with almost equal appreciation; but in that he differed but slightly from more civilized epicures.

Almost silently the apeman sped on in the track of Terkoz and his prey, but the sound of his approach

Three miles were covered before Tarzan overtook them, and then Terkoz, seeing that further flight was futile,

dropped to the ground in a small open glade, that he might turn and fight for his prize or be free to escape

He still grasped Jane in one great arm as Tarzan bounded like a leopard into the arena which nature had

When Terkoz saw that it was Tarzan who pursued him, he jumped to the conclusion that this was Tarzan's

woman, since they were of the same kindwhite and hairlessand so he rejoiced at this opportunity for

From the description which Clayton and her father and Mr. Philander had given her, she knew that it must be

the same wonderful creature who had saved them, and she saw in him only a protector and a friend.

But as Terkoz pushed her roughly aside to meet Tarzan's charge, and she saw the great proportions of the ape

and the mighty muscles and the fierce fangs, her heart quailed. How could any vanquish such a mighty

Like two charging bulls they came together, and like two wolves sought each other's throat. Against the long

Janeher lithe, young form flattened against the trunk of a great tree, her hands tight pressed against her

rising and falling bosom, and her eyes wide with mingled horror, fascination, fear, and admirationwatched

the primordial ape battle with the primeval man for possession of a womanfor her.

As the great muscles of the man's back and shoulders knotted beneath the tension of his efforts, and the huge

biceps and forearm held at bay those mighty tusks, the veil of centuries of civilization and culture was swept

When the long knife drank deep a dozen times of Terkoz' heart's blood, and the great carcass rolled lifeless

upon the ground, it was a primeval woman who sprang forward with outstretched arms toward the primeval

He did what no redblooded man needs lessons in doing. He took his woman in his arms and smothered her

For a moment Jane lay there with halfclosed eyes. For a momentthe first in her young lifeshe knew the

But as suddenly as the veil had been withdrawn it dropped again, and an outraged conscience suffused her

face with its scarlet mantle, and a mortified woman thrust Tarzan of the Apes from her and buried her face in

Tarzan had been surprised when he had found the girl he had learned to love after a vague and abstract

manner a willing prisoner in his arms. Now he was surprised that she repulsed him.

He came close to her once more and took hold of her arm. She turned upon him like a tigress, striking his

A moment ago and it had been his intention to hasten Jane back to her people, but that little moment was lost

now in the dim and distant past of things which were but can never be again, and with it the good intentions

Since then Tarzan of the Apes had felt a warm, lithe form close pressed to his. Hot, sweet breath against his

cheek and mouth had fanned a new flame to life within his breast, and perfect lips had clung to his in burning

kisses that had seared a deep brand into his soula brand which marked a new Tarzan.

Again he laid his hand upon her arm. Again she repulsed him. And then Tarzan of the Apes did just what his

Early the following morning the four within the little cabin by the beach were awakened by the booming of a

cannon. Clayton was the first to rush out, and there, beyond the harbor's mouth, he saw two vessels lying at

One was the Arrow and the other a small French cruiser. The sides of the latter were crowded with men

gazing shoreward, and it was evident to Clayton, as to the others who had now joined him, that the gun which

they had heard had been fired to attract their attention if they still remained at the cabin.

Both vessels lay at a considerable distance from shore, and it was doubtful if their glasses would locate the

Esmeralda had removed her red apron and was waving it frantically above her head; but Clayton, still fearing

that even this might not be seen, hurried off toward the northern point where lay his signal pyre ready for the

It seemed an age to him, as to those who waited breathlessly behind, ere he reached the great pile of dry

As he broke from the dense wood and came in sight of the vessels again, he was filled with consternation to

Quickly lighting the pyre in a dozen places, he hurried to the extreme point of the promontory, where he

stripped off his shirt, and, tying it to a fallen branch, stood waving it back and forth above him.

But still the vessels continued to stand out; and he had given up all hope, when the great column of smoke,

rising above the forest in one dense vertical shaft, attracted the attention of a lookout aboard the cruiser, and

Presently Clayton saw the two ships come about again; and while the Arrow lay drifting quietly on the ocean,

At some distance away she stopped, and a boat was lowered and dispatched toward the beach.

"Thank God, you have come!" was Clayton's reply. "And it may be that it is not too late even now."

Clayton told of the abduction of Jane Porter and the need of armed men to aid in the search for her.

"MON DIEU!" exclaimed the officer, sadly. "Yesterday and it would not have been too late. Today and it

may be better that the poor lady were never found. It is horrible, Monsieur. It is too horrible."

Other boats had now put off from the cruiser, and Clayton, having pointed out the harbor's entrance to the

officer, entered the boat with him and its nose was turned toward the little landlocked bay, into which the

Soon the entire party had landed where stood Professor Porter, Mr. Philander and the weeping Esmeralda.

Among the officers in the last boats to put off from the cruiser was the commander of the vessel; and when he

had heard the story of Jane's abduction, he generously called for volunteers to accompany Professor Porter

Not an officer or a man was there of those brave and sympathetic Frenchmen who did not quickly beg leave

The commander selected twenty men and two officers, Lieutenant D'Arnot and Lieutenant Charpentier. A

boat was dispatched to the cruiser for provisions, ammunition, and carbines; the men were already armed

Then, to Clayton's inquiries as to how they had happened to anchor off shore and fire a signal gun, the

commander, Captain Dufranne, explained that a month before they had sighted the Arrow bearing southwest

under considerable canvas, and that when they had signaled her to come about she had but crowded on more

They had kept her hullup until sunset, firing several shots after her, but the next morning she was nowhere

to be seen. They had then continued to cruise up and down the coast for several weeks, and had about

forgotten the incident of the recent chase, when, early one morning a few days before the lookout had

described a vessel laboring in the trough of a heavy sea and evidently entirely out of control.

As they steamed nearer to the derelict they were surprised to note that it was the same vessel that had run

from them a few weeks earlier. Her forestaysail and mizzen spanker were set as though an effort had been

made to hold her head up into the wind, but the sheets had parted, and the sails were tearing to ribbons in the

In the high sea that was running it was a difficult and dangerous task to attempt to put a prize crew aboard

her; and as no signs of life had been seen above deck, it was decided to stand by until the wind and sea

abated; but just then a figure was seen clinging to the rail and feebly waving a mute signal of despair toward

Immediately a boat's crew was ordered out and an attempt was successfully made to board the Arrow.

The sight that met the Frenchmen's eyes as they clambered over the ship's side was appalling.

A dozen dead and dying men rolled hither and thither upon the pitching deck, the living intermingled with the

dead. Two of the corpses appeared to have been partially devoured as though by wolves.

The prize crew soon had the vessel under proper sail once more and the living members of the illstarred

The dead were wrapped in tarpaulins and lashed on deck to be identified by their comrades before being

None of the living was conscious when the Frenchmen reached the Arrow's deck. Even the poor devil who

had waved the single despairing signal of distress had lapsed into unconsciousness before he had learned

It did not take the French officer long to learn what had caused the terrible condition aboard; for when water

and brandy were sought to restore the men, it was found that there was none, nor even food of any

He immediately signalled to the cruiser to send water, medicine, and provisions, and another boat made the

When restoratives had been applied several of the men regained consciousness, and then the whole story was

told. That part of it we know up to the sailing of the Arrow after the murder of Snipes, and the burial of his

It seems that the pursuit by the cruiser had so terrorized the mutineers that they had continued out across the

Atlantic for several days after losing her; but on discovering the meager supply of water and provisions

With no one on board who understood navigation, discussions soon arose as to their whereabouts; and as

three days' sailing to the east did not raise land, they bore off to the north, fearing that the high north winds

They kept on a northnortheasterly course for two days, when they were overtaken by a calm which lasted

for nearly a week. Their water was gone, and in another day they would be without food.

Conditions changed rapidly from bad to worse. One man went mad and leaped overboard. Soon another

When he died they threw him overboard also, though there were those among them who wanted to keep the

Two days before they had been picked up by the cruiser they had become too weak to handle the vessel, and

that same day three men died. On the following morning it was seen that one of the corpses had been partially

All that day the men lay glaring at each other like beasts of prey, and the following morning two of the

The men were but little stronger for their ghoulish repast, for the want of water was by far the greatest agony

When those who could had recovered, the entire story had been told to the French commander; but the men

were too ignorant to be able to tell him at just what point on the coast the professor and his party had been

marooned, so the cruiser had steamed slowly along within sight of land, firing occasional signal guns and

They had anchored by night so as not to neglect a particle of the shore line, and it had happened that the

preceding night had brought them off the very beach where lay the little camp they sought.

The signal guns of the afternoon before had not been heard by those on shore, it was presumed, because they

had doubtless been in the thick of the jungle searching for Jane Porter, where the noise of their own crashing

By the time the two parties had narrated their several adventures, the cruiser's boat had returned with supplies

Within a few minutes the little body of sailors and the two French officers, together with Professor Porter and

Clayton, set off upon their hopeless and illfated quest into the untracked jungle.

When Jane realized that she was being borne away a captive by the strange forest creature who had rescued

her from the clutches of the ape she struggled desperately to escape, but the strong arms that held her as

easily as though she had been but a dayold babe only pressed a little more tightly.

So presently she gave up the futile effort and lay quietly, looking through halfclosed lids at the faces of the

A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or brutal or degrading passions. For,

though Tarzan of the Apes was a killer of men and of beasts, he killed as the hunter kills, dispassionately,

except on those rare occasions when he had killed for hatethough not the brooding, malevolent hate which

When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the foundation of beauty.

One thing the girl had noticed particularly when she had seen Tarzan rushing upon Terkozthe vivid scarlet

band upon his forehead, from above the left eye to the scalp; but now as she scanned his features she noticed

Once he looked down into her eyes and smiled, and the girl had to close her own to shut out the vision of that

Presently Tarzan took to the trees, and Jane, wondering that she felt no fear, began to realize that in many

respects she had never felt more secure in her whole life than now as she lay in the arms of this strong, wild

creature, being borne, God alone knew where or to what fate, deeper and deeper into the savage fastness of

When, with closed eyes, she commenced to speculate upon the future, and terrifying fears were conjured by a

vivid imagination, she had but to raise her lids and look upon that noble face so close to hers to dissipate the

No, he could never harm her; of that she was convinced when she translated the fine features and the frank,

On and on they went through what seemed to Jane a solid mass of verdure, yet ever there appeared to open

before this forest god a passage, as by magic, which closed behind them as they passed.

Scarce a branch scraped against her, yet above and below, before and behind, the view presented naught but a

As Tarzan moved steadily onward his mind was occupied with many strange and new thoughts. Here was a

problem the like of which he had never encountered, and he felt rather than reasoned that he must meet it as a

The free movement through the middle terrace, which was the route he had followed for the most part, had

Now he discovered himself speculating upon the fate which would have fallen to the girl had he not rescued

He knew why the ape had not killed her, and he commenced to compare his intentions with those of Terkoz.

True, it was the order of the jungle for the male to take his mate by force; but could Tarzan be guided by the

laws of the beasts? Was not Tarzan a Man? But what did men do? He was puzzled; for he did not know.

He wished that he might ask the girl, and then it came to him that she had already answered him in the futile

But now they had come to their destination, and Tarzan of the Apes with Jane in his strong arms, swung

lightly to the turf of the arena where the great apes held their councils and danced the wild orgy of the

Though they had come many miles, it was still but midafternoon, and the amphitheater was bathed in the half

The green turf looked soft and cool and inviting. The myriad noises of the jungle seemed far distant and

hushed to a mere echo of blurred sounds, rising and falling like the surf upon a remote shore.

A feeling of dreamy peacefulness stole over Jane as she sank down upon the grass where Tarzan had placed

her, and as she looked up at his great figure towering above her, there was added a strange sense of perfect

As she watched him from beneath halfclosed lids, Tarzan crossed the little circular clearing toward the trees

upon the further side. She noted the graceful majesty of his carriage, the perfect symmetry of his magnificent

What a perfect creature! There could be naught of cruelty or baseness beneath that godlike exterior. Never,

she thought had such a man strode the earth since God created the first in his own image.

With a bound Tarzan sprang into the trees and disappeared. Jane wondered where he had gone. Had he left

She glanced nervously about. Every vine and bush seemed but the lurkingplace of some huge and horrible

beast waiting to bury gleaming fangs into her soft flesh. Every sound she magnified into the stealthy creeping

For a few minutes that seemed hours to the frightened girl, she sat with tense nerves waiting for the spring of

She almost prayed for the cruel teeth that would give her unconsciousness and surcease from the agony of

She heard a sudden, slight sound behind her. With a cry she sprang to her feet and turned to face her end.

Jane reeled and would have fallen, had not Tarzan, dropping his burden, caught her in his arms. She did not

lose consciousness, but she clung tightly to him, shuddering and trembling like a frightened deer.

Tarzan of the Apes stroked her soft hair and tried to comfort and quiet her as Kala had him, when, as a little

Once he pressed his lips lightly upon her forehead, and she did not move, but closed her eyes and sighed.

She could not analyze her feelings, nor did she wish to attempt it. She was satisfied to feel the safety of those

strong arms, and to leave her future to fate; for the last few hours had taught her to trust this strange wild

creature of the forest as she would have trusted but few of the men of her acquaintance.

As she thought of the strangeness of it, there commenced to dawn upon her the realization that she had,

possibly, learned something else which she had never really known beforelove. She wondered and then

And still smiling, she pushed Tarzan gently away; and looking at him with a halfsmiling, halfquizzical

expression that made her face wholly entrancing, she pointed to the fruit upon the ground, and seated herself

upon the edge of the earthen drum of the anthropoids, for hunger was asserting itself.

Tarzan quickly gathered up the fruit, and, bringing it, laid it at her feet; and then he, too, sat upon the drum

beside her, and with his knife opened and prepared the various fruits for her meal.

Together and in silence they ate, occasionally stealing sly glances at one another, until finally Jane broke into

Tarzan shook his head, and an expression of wistful and pathetic longing sobered his laughing eyes.

Then Jane tried speaking to him in French, and then in German; but she had to laugh at her own blundering

"Anyway," she said to him in English, "you understand my German as well as they did in Berlin."

Tarzan had long since reached a decision as to what his future procedure should be. He had had time to

recollect all that he had read of the ways of men and women in the books at the cabin. He would act as he

Again he rose and went into the trees, but first he tried to explain by means of signs that he would return

shortly, and he did so well that Jane understood and was not afraid when he had gone.

Only a feeling of loneliness came over her and she watched the point where he had disappeared, with longing

eyes, awaiting his return. As before, she was appraised of his presence by a soft sound behind her, and turned

Then he went back again into the jungle and in a few minutes reappeared with a quantity of soft grasses and

Then he spread the ferns and grasses upon the ground in a soft flat bed, and above it leaned many branches

together so that they met a few feet over its center. Upon these he spread layers of huge leaves of the great

elephant's ear, and with more branches and more leaves he closed one end of the little shelter he had built.

Then they sat down together again upon the edge of the drum and tried to talk by signs.

The magnificent diamond locket which hung about Tarzan's neck, had been a source of much wonderment to

Jane. She pointed to it now, and Tarzan removed it and handed the pretty bauble to her.

She saw that it was the work of a skilled artisan and that the diamonds were of great brilliancy and superbly

set, but the cutting of them denoted that they were of a former day. She noticed too that the locket opened,

and, pressing the hidden clasp, she saw the two halves spring apart to reveal in either section an ivory

One was of a beautiful woman and the other might have been a likeness of the man who sat beside her,

She looked up at Tarzan to find him leaning toward her gazing on the miniatures with an expression of

astonishment. He reached out his hand for the locket and took it away from her, examining the likenesses

within with unmistakable signs of surprise and new interest. His manner clearly denoted that he had never

This fact caused Jane to indulge in further speculation, and it taxed her imagination to picture how this

beautiful ornament came into the possession of a wild and savage creature of the unexplored jungles of

Still more wonderful was how it contained the likeness of one who might be a brother, or, more likely, the

father of this woodland demigod who was even ignorant of the fact that the locket opened.

Tarzan was still gazing with fixity at the two faces. Presently he removed the quiver from his shoulder, and

emptying the arrows upon the ground reached into the bottom of the baglike receptacle and drew forth a flat

Carefully he unwrapped it, removing layer after layer of leaves until at length he held a photograph in his

Pointing to the miniature of the man within the locket he handed the photograph to Jane, holding the open

The photograph only served to puzzle the girl still more, for it was evidently another likeness of the same

man whose picture rested in the locket beside that of the beautiful young woman.

Tarzan was looking at her with an expression of puzzled bewilderment in his eyes as she glanced up at him.

The girl pointed to the photograph and then to the miniature and then to him, as though to indicate that she

thought the likenesses were of him, but he only shook his head, and then shrugging his great shoulders, he

took the photograph from her and having carefully rewrapped it, placed it again in the bottom of his quiver.

For a few moments he sat in silence, his eyes bent upon the ground, while Jane held the little locket in her

hand, turning it over and over in an endeavor to find some further clue that might lead to the identity of its

The locket had belonged to Lord Greystoke, and the likenesses were of himself and Lady Alice.

This wild creature had simply found it in the cabin by the beach. How stupid of her not to have thought of

But to account for the strange likeness between Lord Greystoke and this forest godthat was quite beyond

her, and it is not strange that she could not imagine that this naked savage was indeed an English nobleman.

At length Tarzan looked up to watch the girl as she examined the locket. He could not fathom the meaning of

the faces within, but he could read the interest and fascination upon the face of the live young creature by his

She noticed that he was watching her and thinking that he wished his ornament again she held it out to him.

He took it from her and taking the chain in his two hands he placed it about her neck, smiling at her

Jane shook her head vehemently and would have removed the golden links from about her throat, but Tarzan

would not let her. Taking her hands in his, when she insisted upon it, he held them tightly to prevent her.

Tarzan did not know precisely what she meant, but he guessed correctly that it was her way of

acknowledging the gift, and so he rose, and taking the locket in his hand, stooped gravely like some courtier

It was a stately and gallant little compliment performed with the grace and dignity of utter unconsciousness of

self. It was the hallmark of his aristocratic birth, the natural outcropping of many generations of fine

breeding, an hereditary instinct of graciousness which a lifetime of uncouth and savage training and

It was growing dark now, and so they ate again of the fruit which was both food and drink for them; then

Tarzan rose, and leading Jane to the little bower he had erected, motioned her to go within.

For the first time in hours a feeling of fear swept over her, and Tarzan felt her draw away as though shrinking

Contact with this girl for half a day had left a very diferent Tarzan from the one on whom the morning's sun

He had not in one swift transition become a polished gentleman from a savage apeman, but at last the

instincts of the former predominated, and over all was the desire to please the woman he loved, and to appear

So Tarzan of the Apes did the only thing he knew to assure Jane of her safety. He removed his hunting knife

from its sheath and handed it to her hilt first, again motioning her into the bower.

The girl understood, and taking the long knife she entered and lay down upon the soft grasses while Tarzan of

When Jane awoke, she did not at first recall the strange events of the preceding day, and so she wondered at

her odd surroundingsthe little leafy bower, the soft grasses of her bed, the unfamiliar prospect from the

Slowly the circumstances of her position crept one by one into her mind. And then a great wonderment arose

in her hearta mighty wave of thankfulness and gratitude that though she had been in such terrible danger,

She moved to the entrance of the shelter to look for Tarzan. He was gone; but this time no fear assailed her

In the grass at the entrance to her bower she saw the imprint of his body where he had lain all night to guard

her. She knew that the fact that he had been there was all that had permitted her to sleep in such peaceful

With him near, who could entertain fear? She wondered if there was another man on earth with whom a girl

could feel so safe in the heart of this savage African jungle. Even the lions and panthers had no fears for her

She looked up to see his lithe form drop softly from a nearby tree. As he caught her eyes upon him his face

lighted with that frank and radiant smile that had won her confidence the day before.

As he approached her Jane's heart beat faster and her eyes brightened as they had never done before at the

He had again been gathering fruit and this he laid at the entrance of her bower. Once more they sat down

Jane commenced to wonder what his plans were. Would he take her back to the beach or would he keep her

here? Suddenly she realized that the matter did not seem to give her much concern. Could it be that she did

She began to comprehend, also, that she was entirely contented sitting here by the side of this smiling giant

eating delicious fruit in a sylvan paradise far within the remote depths of an African junglethat she was

She could not understand it. Her reason told her that she should be torn by wild anxieties, weighted by dread

fears, cast down by gloomy forebodings; but instead, her heart was singing and she was smiling into the

When they had finished their breakfast Tarzan went to her bower and recovered his knife. The girl had

entirely forgotten it. She realized that it was because she had forgotten the fear that prompted her to accept it.

Motioning her to follow, Tarzan walked toward the trees at the edge of the arena, and taking her in one strong

The girl knew that he was taking her back to her people, and she could not understand the sudden feeling of

Tarzan of the Apes did not hurry. He tried to draw out the sweet pleasure of that journey with those dear arms

about his neck as long as possible, and so he went far south of the direct route to the beach.

Several times they halted for brief rests, which Tarzan did not need, and at noon they stopped for an hour at a

So it was nearly sunset when they came to the clearing, and Tarzan, dropping to the ground beside a great

She took him by the hand to lead him to it, that she might tell her father that this man had saved her from

death and worse than death, that he had watched over her as carefully as a mother might have done.

But again the timidity of the wild thing in the face of human habitation swept over Tarzan of the Apes. He

The girl came close to him, looking up with pleading eyes. Somehow she could not bear the thought of his

Still he shook his head, and finally he drew her to him very gently and stooped to kiss her, but first he looked

into her eyes and waited to learn if she were pleased, or if she would repulse him.

Just an instant the girl hesitated, and then she realized the truth, and throwing her arms about his neck she

From far in the distance came the faint sound of many guns. Tarzan and Jane raised their heads.

From where Tarzan and the girl stood they could not see the two vessels lying at anchor in the harbor.

Tarzan pointed toward the sounds, touched his breast and pointed again. She understood. He was going, and

Mr. Philander was the first to see her. It was dusk and Mr. Philander was very near sighted.

"Quickly, Esmeralda!" he cried. "Let us seek safety within; it is a lioness. Bless me!"

Esmeralda did not bother to verify Mr. Philander's vision. His tone was enough. She was within the cabin and

had slammed and bolted the door before he had finished pronouncing her name. The "Bless me" was startled

out of Mr. Philander by the discovery that Esmeralda, in the exuberance of her haste, had fastened him upon

"Esmeralda! Esmeralda!" he shrieked. "Let me in. I am being devoured by a lion."

Esmeralda thought that the noise upon the door was made by the lioness in her attempts to pursue her, so,

Horrors! The thing was quite close now. He tried to scramble up the side of the cabin, and succeeded in

For a moment he hung there, clawing with his feet like a cat on a clothesline, but presently a piece of the

thatch came away, and Mr. Philander, preceding it, was precipitated upon his back.

At the instant he fell a remarkable item of natural history leaped to his mind. If one feigns death lions and

lionesses are supposed to ignore one, according to Mr. Philander's faulty memory.

So Mr. Philander lay as he had fallen, frozen into the horrid semblance of death. As his arms and legs had

been extended stiffly upward as he came to earth upon his back the attitude of death was anything but

Jane had been watching his antics in mildeyed surprise. Now she laugheda little choking gurgle of a

laugh; but it was enough. Mr. Philander rolled over upon his side and peered about. At length he discovered

He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward her. He could not believe that it was she, and alive.

"Mercy, Mr. Philander," interrupted the girl, "I can never remember so many questions."

"Well, well," said Mr. Philander. "Bless me! I am so filled with surprise and exuberant delight at seeing you

safe and well again that I scarcely know what I am saying, really. But come, tell me all that has happened to

As the little expedition of sailors toiled through the dense jungle searching for signs of Jane Porter, the

futility of their venture became more and more apparent, but the grief of the old man and the hopeless eyes of

He thought that there might be a bare possibility of finding her body, or the remains of it, for he was positive

that she had been devoured by some beast of prey. He deployed his men into a skirmish line from the point

where Esmeralda had been found, and in this extended formation they pushed their way, sweating and

panting, through the tangled vines and creepers. It was slow work. Noon found them but a few miles inland.

They halted for a brief rest then, and after pushing on for a short distance further one of the men discovered a

It was an old elephant track, and D'Arnot after consulting with Professor Porter and Clayton decided to

The path wound through the jungle in a northeasterly direction, and along it the column moved in single file.

Lieutenant D'Arnot was in the lead and moving at a quick pace, for the trail was comparatively open.

Immediately behind him came Professor Porter, but as he could not keep pace with the younger man D'Arnot

was a hundred yards in advance when suddenly a half dozen black warriors arose about him.

D'Arnot gave a warning shout to his column as the blacks closed on him, but before he could draw his

His cry had alarmed the sailors and a dozen of them sprang forward past Professor Porter, running up the trail

They did not know the cause of his outcry, only that it was a warning of danger ahead. They had rushed past

the spot where D'Arnot had been seized when a spear hurled from the jungle transfixed one of the men, and

Raising their rifles they fired into the underbrush in the direction from which the missiles had come.

By this time the balance of the party had come up, and volley after volley was fired toward the concealed foe.

Lieutenant Charpentier, who had been bringing up the rear of the column, now came running to the scene,

and on hearing the details of the ambush ordered the men to follow him, and plunged into the tangled

In an instant they were in a handtohand fight with some fifty black warriors of Mbonga's village. Arrows

Queer African knives and French gun butts mingled for a moment in savage and bloody duels, but soon the

Four of the twenty were dead, a dozen others were wounded, and Lieutenant D'Arnot was missing. Night was

falling rapidly, and their predicament was rendered doubly worse when they could not even find the elephant

There was but one thing to do, make camp where they were until daylight. Lieutenant Charpentier ordered a

This work was not completed until long after dark, the men building a huge fire in the center of the clearing

When all was safe as possible against attack of wild beasts and savage men, Lieutenant Charpentier placed

sentries about the little camp and the tired and hungry men threw themselves upon the ground to sleep.

The groans of the wounded, mingled with the roaring and growling of the great beasts which the noise and

firelight had attracted, kept sleep, except in its most fitful form, from the tired eyes. It was a sad and hungry

The blacks who had seized D'Arnot had not waited to participate in the fight which followed, but instead had

dragged their prisoner a little way through the jungle and then struck the trail further on beyond the scene of

They hurried him along, the sounds of battle growing fainter and fainter as they drew away from the

contestants until there suddenly broke upon D'Arnot's vision a goodsized clearing at one end of which stood

It was now dusk, but the watchers at the gate saw the approaching trio and distinguished one as a prisoner ere

A cry went up within the palisade. A great throng of women and children rushed out to meet the party.

And then began for the French officer the most terrifying experience which man can encounter upon

To add to the fiendishness of their cruel savagery was the poignant memory of still crueler barbarities

practiced upon them and theirs by the white officers of that arch hypocrite, Leopold II of Belgium, because of

whose atrocities they had fled the Congo Free Statea pitiful remnant of what once had been a mighty tribe.

They fell upon D'Arnot tooth and nail, beating him with sticks and stones and tearing at him with clawlike

hands. Every vestige of clothing was torn from him, and the merciless blows fell upon his bare and quivering

flesh. But not once did the Frenchman cry out in pain. He breathed a silent prayer that he be quickly delivered

But the death he prayed for was not to be so easily had. Soon the warriors beat the women away from their

prisoner. He was to be saved for nobler sport than this, and the first wave of their passion having subsided

they contented themselves with crying out taunts and insults and spitting upon him.

Presently they reached the center of the village. There D'Arnot was bound securely to the great post from

A number of the women scattered to their several huts to fetch pots and water, while others built a row of

fires on which portions of the feast were to be boiled while the balance would be slowly dried in strips for

future use, as they expected the other warriors to return with many prisoners. The festivities were delayed

awaiting the return of the warriors who had remained to engage in the skirmish with the white men, so that it

was quite late when all were in the village, and the dance of death commenced to circle around the doomed

Half fainting from pain and exhaustion, D'Arnot watched from beneath halfclosed lids what seemed but the

The bestial faces, daubed with colorthe huge mouths and flabby hanging lipsthe yellow teeth, sharp

filedthe rolling, demon eyesthe shining naked bodiesthe cruel spears. Surely no such creatures really

The savage, whirling bodies circled nearer. Now a spear sprang forth and touched his arm. The sharp pain

and the feel of hot, trickling blood assured him of the awful reality of his hopeless position.

Another spear and then another touched him. He closed his eyes and held his teeth firm sethe would not

He was a soldier of France, and he would teach these beasts how an officer and a gentleman died.

Tarzan of the Apes needed no interpreter to translate the story of those distant shots. With Jane Porter's kisses

still warm upon his lips he was swinging with incredible rapidity through the forest trees straight toward the

He was not interested in the location of the encounter, for he judged that that would soon be over. Those who

It was to those who had neither been killed or escaped that he hastened. And he knew that he would find them

Many times had Tarzan seen Mbonga's black raiding parties return from the northward with prisoners, and

always were the same scenes enacted about that grim stake, beneath the flaring light of many fires.

He knew, too, that they seldom lost much time before consummating the fiendish purpose of their captures.

On he sped. Night had fallen and he traveled high along the upper terrace where the gorgeous tropic moon

lighted the dizzy pathway through the gently undulating branches of the tree tops.

Presently he caught the reflection of a distant blaze. It lay to the right of his path. It must be the light from the

camp fire the two men had built before they were attackedTarzan knew nothing of the presence of the

So sure was Tarzan of his jungle knowledge that he did not turn from his course, but passed the glare at a

In a few minutes more Tarzan swung into the trees above Mbonga's village. Ah, he was not quite too late! Or,

was he? He could not tell. The figure at the stake was very still, yet the black warriors were but pricking it.

Tarzan knew their customs. The death blow had not been struck. He could tell almost to a minute how far the

In another instant Mbonga's knife would sever one of the victim's earsthat would mark the beginning of the

end, for very shortly after only a writhing mass of mutilated flesh would remain.

There would still be life in it, but death then would be the only charity it craved.

The stake stood forty feet from the nearest tree. Tarzan coiled his rope. Then there rose suddenly above the

The rope sped with singing whir high above the heads of the blacks. It was quite invisible in the flaring lights

D'Arnot opened his eyes. A huge black, standing directly before him, lunged backward as though felled by an

Struggling and shrieking, his body, rolling from side to side, moved quickly toward the shadows beneath the

Once beneath the trees, the body rose straight into the air, and as it disappeared into the foliage above, the

terrified negroes, screaming with fright, broke into a mad race for the village gate.

He was a brave man, but he had felt the short hairs bristle upon the nape of his neck when that uncanny cry

As the writhing body of the black soared, as though by unearthly power, into the dense foliage of the forest,

D'Arnot felt an icy shiver run along his spine, as though death had risen from a dark grave and laid a cold and

As D'Arnot watched the spot where the body had entered the tree he heard the sounds of movement there.

The branches swayed as though under the weight of a man's bodythere was a crash and the black came

D'Arnot saw a cleanlimbed young giant emerge from the shadows into the firelight and come quickly

What could it mean? Who could it be? Some new creature of torture and destruction, doubtless.

D'Arnot waited. His eyes never left the face of the advancing man. Nor did the other's frank, clear eyes waver

D'Arnot was reassured, but still without much hope, though he felt that that face could not mask a cruel heart.

Without a word Tarzan of the Apes cut the bonds which held the Frenchman. Weak from suffering and loss

He felt himself lifted from the ground. There was a sensation as of flying, and then he lost consciousness.

When dawn broke upon the little camp of Frenchmen in the heart of the jungle it found a sad and

As soon as it was light enough to see their surroundings Lieutenant Charpentier sent men in groups of three

in several directions to locate the trail, and in ten minutes it was found and the expedition was hurrying back

It was slow work, for they bore the bodies of six dead men, two more having succumbed during the night,

and several of those who were wounded required support to move even very slowly.

Charpentier had decided to return to camp for reinforcements, and then make an attempt to track down the

It was late in the afternoon when the exhausted men reached the clearing by the beach, but for two of them

the return brought so great a happiness that all their suffering and heartbreaking grief was forgotten on the

As the little party emerged from the jungle the first person that Professor Porter and Cecil Clayton saw was

With a little cry of joy and relief she ran forward to greet them, throwing her arms about her father's neck and

bursting into tears for the first time since they had been cast upon this hideous and adventurous shore.

Professor Porter strove manfully to suppress his own emotions, but the strain upon his nerves and weakened

vitality were too much for him, and at length, burying his old face in the girl's shoulder, he sobbed quietly

Jane led him toward the cabin, and the Frenchmen turned toward the beach from which several of their

Clayton, wishing to leave father and daughter alone, joined the sailors and remained talking with the officers

until their boat pulled away toward the cruiser whither Lieutenant Charpentier was bound to report the

Then Clayton turned back slowly toward the cabin. His heart was filled with happiness. The woman he loved

He wondered by what manner of miracle she had been spared. To see her alive seemed almost unbelievable.

As he approached the cabin he saw Jane coming out. When she saw him she hurried forward to meet him.

"Jane!" he cried, "God has been good to us, indeed. Tell me how you escapedwhat form Providence took

He had never before called her by her given name. Fortyeight hours before it would have suffused Jane with

a soft glow of pleasure to have heard that name from Clayton's lipsnow it frightened her.

"Mr. Clayton," she said quietly, extending her hand, "first let me thank you for your chivalrous loyalty to my

dear father. He has told me how noble and selfsacrificing you have been. How can we repay you!"

Clayton noticed that she did not return his familiar salutation, but he felt no misgivings on that score. She had

been through so much. This was no time to force his love upon her, he quickly realized.

"I am already repaid," he said. "Just to see you and Professor Porter both safe, well, and together again. I do

not think that I could much longer have endured the pathos of his quiet and uncomplaining grief.

"It was the saddest experience of my life, Miss Porter; and then, added to it, there was my own griefthe

greatest I have ever known. But his was so hopelesshis was pitiful. It taught me that no love, not even that

of a man for his wife may be so deep and terrible and selfsacrificing as the love of a father for his daughter."

The girl bowed her head. There was a question she wanted to ask, but it seemed almost sacrilegious in the

face of the love of these two men and the terrible suffering they had endured while she sat laughing and

happy beside a godlike creature of the forest, eating delicious fruits and looking with eyes of love into

But love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger, so she asked her question.

"Oh," cried Clayton, in surprise. "It was he who rescued you? You have not told me anything of your

"But the wood man," she urged. "Have you not seen him? When we heard the shots in the jungle, very faint

and far away, he left me. We had just reached the clearing, and he hurried off in the direction of the fighting.

Her tone was almost pleadingher manner tense with suppressed emotion. Clayton could not but notice it,

and he wondered, vaguely, why she was so deeply movedso anxious to know the whereabouts of this

Yet a feeling of apprehension of some impending sorrow haunted him, and in his breast, unknown to himself,

was implanted the first germ of jealousy and suspicion of the apeman, to whom he owed his life.

"We did not see him," he replied quietly. "He did not join us." And then after a moment of thoughtful pause:

"Possibly he joined his own tribethe men who attacked us." He did not know why he had said it, for he did

"No!" she exclaimed vehemently, much too vehemently he thought. "It could not be. They were savages."

"He is a strange, halfsavage creature of the jungle, Miss Porter. We know nothing of him. He neither speaks

nor understands any European tongueand his ornaments and weapons are those of the West Coast

"There are no other human beings than savages within hundreds of miles, Miss Porter. He must belong to the

tribes which attacked us, or to some other equally savagehe may even be a cannibal."

"I will not believe it," she half whispered. "It is not true. You shall see," she said, addressing Clayton, "that he

will come back and that he will prove that you are wrong. You do not know him as I do. I tell you that he is a

Clayton was a generous and chivalrous man, but something in the girl's breathless defense of the forest man

stirred him to unreasoning jealousy, so that for the instant he forgot all that they owed to this wild demigod,

"Possibly you are right, Miss Porter," he said, "but I do not think that any of us need worry about our

carrioneating acquaintance. The chances are that he is some halfdemented castaway who will forget us

more quickly, but no more surely, than we shall forget him. He is only a beast of the jungle, Miss Porter."

She knew that Clayton spoke merely what he thought, and for the first time she began to analyze the structure

which supported her newfound love, and to subject its object to a critical examination.

Slowly she turned and walked back to the cabin. She tried to imagine her woodgod by her side in the saloon

of an ocean liner. She saw him eating with his hands, tearing his food like a beast of prey, and wiping his

She saw him as she introduced him to her friendsuncouth, illiteratea boor; and the girl winced.

She had reached her room now, and as she sat upon the edge of her bed of ferns and grasses, with one hand

resting upon her rising and falling bosom, she felt the hard outlines of the man's locket.

She drew it out, holding it in the palm of her hand for a moment with tearblurred eyes bent upon it. Then

she raised it to her lips, and crushing it there buried her face in the soft ferns, sobbing.

"Beast?" she murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours."

She did not see Clayton again that day. Esmeralda brought her supper to her, and she sent word to her father

The next morning Clayton left early with the relief expedition in search of Lieutenant D'Arnot. There were

two hundred armed men this time, with ten officers and two surgeons, and provisions for a week.

They carried bedding and hammocks, the latter for transporting their sick and wounded.

It was a determined and angry companya punitive expedition as well as one of relief. They reached the

sight of the skirmish of the previous expedition shortly after noon, for they were now traveling a known trail

From there on the elephanttrack led straight to Mbonga's village. It was but two o'clock when the head of

Lieutenant Charpentier, who was in command, immediately sent a portion of his force through the jungle to

the opposite side of the village. Another detachment was dispatched to a point before the village gate, while

It was arranged that the party which was to take its position to the north, and which would be the last to gain

its station should commence the assault, and that their opening volley should be the signal for a concerted

rush from all sides in an attempt to carry the village by storm at the first charge.

For half an hour the men with Lieutenant Charpentier crouched in the dense foliage of the jungle, waiting the

signal. To them it seemed like hours. They could see natives in the fields, and others moving in and out of the

At length the signal camea sharp rattle of musketry, and like one man, an answering volley tore from the

The natives in the field dropped their implements and broke madly for the palisade. The French bullets

mowed them down, and the French sailors bounded over their prostrate bodies straight for the village gate.

So sudden and unexpected the assault had been that the whites reached the gates before the frightened natives

could bar them, and in another minute the village street was filled with armed men fighting hand to hand in

For a few moments the blacks held their ground within the entrance to the street, but the revolvers, rifles and

cutlasses of the Frenchmen crumpled the native spearmen and struck down the black archers with their bows

Soon the battle turned to a wild rout, and then to a grim massacre; for the French sailors had seen bits of

They spared the children and those of the women whom they were not forced to kill in selfdefense, but

when at length they stopped, parting, blood covered and sweating, it was because there lived to oppose them

Carefully they ransacked every hut and corner of the village, but no sign of D'Arnot could they find. They

questioned the prisoners by signs, and finally one of the sailors who had served in the French Congo found

that he could make them understand the bastard tongue that passes for language between the whites and the

more degraded tribes of the coast, but even then they could learn nothing definite regarding the fate of

Only excited gestures and expressions of fear could they obtain in response to their inquiries concerning their

fellow; and at last they became convinced that these were but evidences of the guilt of these demons who had

At length all hope left them, and they prepared to camp for the night within the village. The prisoners were

herded into three huts where they were heavily guarded. Sentries were posted at the barred gates, and finally

the village was wrapped in the silence of slumber, except for the wailing of the native women for their dead.

The next morning they set out upon the return march. Their original intention had been to burn the village,

but this idea was abandoned and the prisoners were left behind, weeping and moaning, but with roofs to

Slowly the expedition retraced its steps of the preceding day. Ten loaded hammocks retarded its pace. In

eight of them lay the more seriously wounded, while two swung beneath the weight of the dead.

Clayton and Lieutenant Charpentier brought up the rear of the column; the Englishman silent in respect for

the other's grief, for D'Arnot and Charpentier had been inseparable friends since boyhood.

Clayton could not but realize that the Frenchman felt his grief the more keenly because D'Arnot's sacrifice

had been so futile, since Jane had been rescued before D'Arnot had fallen into the hands of the savages, and

again because the service in which he had lost his life had been outside his duty and for strangers and aliens;

"No, Monsieur," he said, "D'Arnot would have chosen to die thus. I only grieve that I could not have died for

him, or at least with him. I wish that you could have known him better, Monsieur. He was indeed an officer

"He did not die futilely, for his death in the cause of a strange American girl will make us, his comrades, face

Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen which remained undimmed ever

It was quite late when they reached the cabin by the beach. A single shot before they emerged from the jungle

had announced to those in camp as well as on the ship that the expedition had been too latefor it had been

prearranged that when they came within a mile or two of camp one shot was to be fired to denote failure, or

three for success, while two would have indicated that they had found no sign of either D'Arnot or his black

So it was a solemn party that awaited their coming, and few words were spoken as the dead and wounded

Clayton, exhausted from his five days of laborious marching through the jungle and from the effects of his

two battles with the blacks, turned toward the cabin to seek a mouthful of food and then the comparative ease

"We do not know what they did to him BEFORE they killed him," he answered, his face drawn with fatigue

She was thinking of what Clayton had said of the forest man's probable relationship to this tribe and she

"Yes, Miss Porter, they werecannibals," he said, almost bitterly, for to him too had suddenly come the

thought of the forest man, and the strange, unaccountable jealousy he had felt two days before swept over

And then in sudden brutality that was as unlike Clayton as courteous consideration is unlike an ape, he

He was sorry ere the words were spoken though he did not know how cruelly they had cut the girl. His regret

was for his baseless disloyalty to one who had saved the lives of every member of his party, and offered harm

"There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr. Clayton," she said icily, "and I regret that I am

Clayton was an Englishman, so the girl had passed quite out of sight before he deduced what reply a man

"Upon my word," he said ruefully, "she called me a liar. And I fancy I jolly well deserved it," he added

thoughtfully. "Clayton, my boy, I know you are tired out and unstrung, but that's no reason why you should

But before he did so he called gently to Jane upon the opposite side of the sailcloth partition, for he wished to

apologize, but he might as well have addressed the Sphinx. Then he wrote upon a piece of paper and shoved

Jane saw the little note and ignored it, for she was very angry and hurt and mortified, butshe was a woman,

I had no reason to insinuate what I did. My only excuse is that my nerves must be unstrungwhich is no

Please try and think that I did not say it. I am very sorry. I would not have hurt YOU, above all others in the

"He did think it or he never would have said it," reasoned the girl, "but it cannot be trueoh, I know it is not

One sentence in the letter frightened her: "I would not have hurt YOU above all others in the world."

A week ago that sentence would have filled her with delight, now it depressed her.

She wished she had never met Clayton. She was sorry that she had ever seen the forest god. No, she was glad.

And there was that other note she had found in the grass before the cabin the day after her return from the

Who could be this new suitor? If he were another of the wild denizens of this terrible forest what might he not

"You make me so irritable, sleeping there peacefully when you know perfectly well that the world is filled

"Gaberelle!" screamed Esmeralda, sitting up. "What is it now? A hipponocerous? Where is he, Miss Jane?"

"Nonsense, Esmeralda, there is nothing. Go back to sleep. You are bad enough asleep, but you are infinitely

"Yes honey, but what's the matter with you, precious? You acts sort of disgranulated this evening."

"Oh, Esmeralda, I'm just plain ugly tonight," said the girl. "Don't pay any attention to methat's a dear."

"Yes, honey; now you go right to sleep. Your nerves are all on edge. What with all these ripotamuses and

man eating geniuses that Mister Philander been telling aboutLord, it ain't no wonder we all get nervous

Jane crossed the little room, laughing, and kissing the faithful woman, bid Esmeralda good night.

When D'Arnot regained consciousness, he found himself lying upon a bed of soft ferns and grasses beneath a

At his feet an opening looked out upon a green sward, and at a little distance beyond was the dense wall of

He was very lame and sore and weak, and as full consciousness returned he felt the sharp torture of many

cruel wounds and the dull aching of every bone and muscle in his body as a result of the hideous beating he

Even the turning of his head caused him such excruciating agony that he lay still with closed eyes for a long

He tried to piece out the details of his adventure prior to the time he lost consciousness to see if they would

At length he recollected the whole hideous scene at the stake, and finally recalled the strange white figure in

D'Arnot wondered what fate lay in store for him now. He could neither see nor hear any signs of life about

The incessant hum of the junglethe rustling of millions of leavesthe buzz of insectsthe voices of the

birds and monkeys seemed blended into a strangely soothing purr, as though he lay apart, far from the myriad

Once more he experienced the strange sense of utter bewilderment that had marked his earlier awakening, but

soon he recalled the recent past, and looking through the opening at his feet he saw the figure of a man

The broad, muscular back was turned toward him, but, tanned though it was, D'Arnot saw that it was the back

The Frenchman called faintly. The man turned, and rising, came toward the shelter. His face was very

Stooping, he crawled into the shelter beside the wounded officer, and placed a cool hand upon his forehead.

D'Arnot spoke to him in French, but the man only shook his headsadly, it seemed to the Frenchman.

Then D'Arnot tried English, but still the man shook his head. Italian, Spanish and German brought similar

D'Arnot knew a few words of Norwegian, Russian, Greek, and also had a smattering of the language of one

After examining D'Arnot's wounds the man left the shelter and disappeared. In half an hour he was back with

D'Arnot drank and ate a little. He was surprised that he had no fever. Again he tried to converse with his

Suddenly the man hastened from the shelter only to return a few minutes later with several pieces of bark

Squatting beside D'Arnot he wrote for a minute on the smooth inner surface of the bark; then he handed it to

D'Arnot was astonished to see, in plain printlike characters, a message in English:

D'Arnot seized the pencilthen he stopped. This strange man wrote Englishevidently he was an

"Yes," said D'Arnot, "I read English. I speak it also. Now we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you

"MON DIEU!" cried D'Arnot. "If you are English why is it then that you cannot speak English?"

I am Paul d'Arnot, Lieutenant in the navy of France. I thank you for what you have done for me. You have

saved my life, and all that I have is yours. May I ask how it is that one who writes English does not speak it?

I speak only the language of my tribethe great apes who were Kerchak's; and a little of the languages of

Tantor, the elephant, and Numa, the lion, and of the other folks of the jungle I understand. With a human

being I have never spoken, except once with Jane Porter, by signs. This is the first time I have spoken with

D'Arnot was mystified. It seemed incredible that there lived upon earth a fullgrown man who had never

spoken with a fellow man, and still more preposterous that such a one could read and write.

He looked again at Tarzan's message"except once, with Jane Porter." That was the American girl who had

A sudden light commenced to dawn on D'Arnotthis then was the "gorilla." He seized the pencil and wrote:

She is not dead. She was taken by Terkoz to be his wife; but Tarzan of the Apes took her away from Terkoz

None in all the jungle may face Tarzan of the Apes in battle, and live. I am Tarzan of the Apesmighty

For many days D'Arnot lay upon his bed of soft ferns. The second day a fever had come and D'Arnot thought

He called Tarzan and indicated by signs that he would write, and when Tarzan had fetched the bark and

Can you go to my people and lead them here? I will write a message that you may take to them, and they will

I had thought of thatthe first day; but I dared not. The great apes come often to this spot, and if they found

D'Arnot turned on his side and closed his eyes. He did not wish to die; but he felt that he was going, for the

For three days he was in delirium, and Tarzan sat beside him and bathed his head and hands and washed his

On the fourth day the fever broke as suddenly as it had come, but it left D'Arnot a shadow of his former self,

The fever had not been the result of infection, as D'Arnot had thought, but one of those that commonly attack

whites in the jungles of Africa, and either kill or leave them as suddenly as D'Arnot's had left him.

Two days later, D'Arnot was tottering about the amphitheater, Tarzan's strong arm about him to keep him

They sat beneath the shade of a great tree, and Tarzan found some smooth bark that they might converse.

And so D'Arnot commenced at once, pointing out familiar objects and repeating their names in French, for he

thought that it would be easier to teach this man his own language, since he understood it himself best of all.

It meant nothing to Tarzan, of course, for he could not tell one language from another, so when he pointed to

the word man which he had printed upon a piece of bark he learned from D'Arnot that it was pronounced

HOMME, and in the same way he was taught to pronounce ape, SINGE and tree, ARBRE.

He was a most eager student, and in two more days had mastered so much French that he could speak little

sentences such as: "That is a tree," "this is grass," "I am hungry," and the like, but D'Arnot found that it was

The Frenchman wrote little lessons for him in English and had Tarzan repeat them in French, but as a literal

D'Arnot realized now that he had made a mistake, but it seemed too late to go back and do it all over again

and force Tarzan to unlearn all that he had learned, especially as they were rapidly approaching a point where

On the third day after the fever broke Tarzan wrote a message asking D'Arnot if he felt strong enough to be

carried back to the cabin. Tarzan was as anxious to go as D'Arnot, for he longed to see Jane again.

It had been hard for him to remain with the Frenchman all these days for that very reason, and that he had

unselfishly done so spoke more glowingly of his nobility of character than even did his rescuing the French

"MAIS OUI," he said, and D'Arnot laughed aloud to hear the phrase that he used so often glide from Tarzan's

So they set out, D'Arnot marveling as had Clayton and Jane at the wondrous strength and agility of the

Midafternoon brought them to the clearing, and as Tarzan dropped to earth from the branches of the last tree

his heart leaped and bounded against his ribs in anticipation of seeing Jane so soon again.

No one was in sight outside the cabin, and D'Arnot was perplexed to note that neither the cruiser nor the

An atmosphere of loneliness pervaded the spot, which caught suddenly at both men as they strode toward the

Neither spoke, yet both knew before they opened the closed door what they would find beyond.

Tarzan lifted the latch and pushed the great door in upon its wooden hinges. It was as they had feared. The

The men turned and looked at one another. D'Arnot knew that his people thought him dead; but Tarzan

thought only of the woman who had kissed him in love and now had fled from him while he was serving one

A great bitterness rose in his heart. He would go away, far into the jungle and join his tribe. Never would he

see one of his own kind again, nor could he bear the thought of returning to the cabin. He would leave that

forever behind him with the great hopes he had nursed there of finding his own race and becoming a man

And the Frenchman? D'Arnot? What of him? He could get along as Tarzan had. Tarzan did not want to see

As Tarzan stood upon the threshold brooding, D'Arnot had entered the cabin. Many comforts he saw that had

been left behind. He recognized numerous articles from the cruiser a camp oven, some kitchen utensils, a

rifle and many rounds of ammunition, canned foods, blankets, two chairs and a cotand several books and

He walked over to the table that John Clayton had built so many years before to serve as a desk, and on it he

One was in a strong masculine hand and was unsealed. The other, in a woman's hand, was sealed.

"Here are two messages for you, Tarzan of the Apes," cried D'Arnot, turning toward the door; but his

D'Arnot walked to the door and looked out. Tarzan was nowhere in sight. He called aloud but there was no

"MON DIEU!" exclaimed D'Arnot, "he has left me. I feel it. He has gone back into his jungle and left me

And then he remembered the look on Tarzan's face when they had discovered that the cabin was

emptysuch a look as the hunter sees in the eyes of the wounded deer he has wantonly brought down.

The man had been hard hitD'Arnot realized it now but why? He could not understand.

The Frenchman looked about him. The loneliness and the horror of the place commenced to get on his

nervesalready weakened by the ordeal of suffering and sickness he had passed through.

To be left here alone beside this awful junglenever to hear a human voice or see a human facein

constant dread of savage beasts and more terribly savage mena prey to solitude and hopelessness. It was

And far to the east Tarzan of the Apes was speeding through the middle terrace back to his tribe. Never had

he traveled with such reckless speed. He felt that he was running away from himselfthat by hurtling

through the forest like a frightened squirrel he was escaping from his own thoughts. But no matter how fast

He passed above the sinuous body of Sabor, the lioness, going in the opposite directiontoward the cabin,

What could D'Arnot do against Saboror if Bolgani, the gorilla, should come upon himor Numa, the lion,

"If you are an ape you will do as the apes would do leave one of your kind to die in the jungle if it suited

"If you are a man, you will return to protect your kind. You will not run away from one of your own people,

D'Arnot closed the cabin door. He was very nervous. Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are

He loaded one of the rifles and placed it within easy reach. Then he went to the desk and took up the unsealed

Possibly it contained word that his people had but left the beach temporarily. He felt that it would be no

breach of ethics to read this letter, so he took the enclosure from the envelope and read:

We thank you for the use of your cabin, and are sorry that you did not permit us the pleasure of seeing and

We have harmed nothing, but have left many things for you which may add to your comfort and safety here

If you know the strange white man who saved our lives so many times, and brought us food, and if you can

We sail within the hour, never to return; but we wish you and that other jungle friend to know that we shall

always thank you for what you did for strangers on your shore, and that we should have done infinitely more

to reward you both had you given us the opportunity. Very respectfully, WM. CECIL CLAYTON.

"`Never to return,'" muttered D'Arnot, and threw himself face downward upon the cot.

An hour later he started up listening. Something was at the door trying to enter.

Dusk was falling, and the interior of the cabin was very dark; but the man could see the latch moving from its

Gently the door opened until a thin crack showed something standing just beyond.

D'Arnot sighted along the blue barrel at the crack of the doorand then he pulled the trigger.

When the expedition returned, following their fruitless endeavor to succor D'Arnot, Captain Dufranne was

"No," she said, determinedly, "I shall not go, nor should you, for there are two friends in that jungle who will

"Your officer, Captain Dufranne, is one of them, and the forest man who has saved the lives of every member

"He left me at the edge of the jungle two days ago to hasten to the aid of my father and Mr. Clayton, as he

thought, and he has stayed to rescue Lieutenant D'Arnot; of that you may be sure.

"Had he been too late to be of service to the lieutenant he would have been back before nowthe fact that he

is not back is sufficient proof to me that he is delayed because Lieutenant D'Arnot is wounded, or he has had

"But poor D'Arnot's uniform and all his belongings were found in that village, Miss Porter," argued the

captain, "and the natives showed great excitement when questioned as to the white man's fate."

"Yes, Captain, but they did not admit that he was dead and as for his clothes and accouterments being in their

possessionwhy more civilized peoples than these poor savage negroes strip their prisoners of every article

"Even the soldiers of my own dear South looted not only the living but the dead. It is strong circumstantial

"Possibly your forest man, himself was captured or killed by the savages," suggested Captain Dufranne.

"You do not know him," she replied, a little thrill of pride setting her nerves atingle at the thought that she

"I admit that he would be worth waiting for, this superman of yours," laughed the captain. "I most certainly

The Frenchman would have been a very much surprised man could he have interpreted the true meaning of

They had been walking from the beach toward the cabin as they talked, and now they joined a little group

Professor Porter was there, and Mr. Philander and Clayton, with Lieutenant Charpentier and two of his

brother officers, while Esmeralda hovered in the background, ever and anon venturing opinions and

The officers arose and saluted as their superior approached, and Clayton surrendered his camp stool to Jane.

"We were just discussing poor Paul's fate," said Captain Dufranne. "Miss Porter insists that we have no

absolute proof of his deathnor have we. And on the other hand she maintains that the continued absence of

your omnipotent jungle friend indicates that D'Arnot is still in need of his services, either because he is

"It has been suggested," ventured Lieutenant Charpentier, "that the wild man may have been a member of the

tribe of blacks who attacked our partythat he was hastening to aid THEMhis own people."

"I do not agree with you," objected Mr. Philander. "He had ample opportunity to harm us himself, or to lead

his people against us. Instead, during our long residence here, he has been uniformly consistent in his role of

"That is true," interjected Clayton, "yet we must not overlook the fact that except for himself the only human

beings within hundreds of miles are savage cannibals. He was armed precisely as are they, which indicates

that he has maintained relations of some nature with them, and the fact that he is but one against possibly

thousands suggests that these relations could scarcely have been other than friendly."

"It seems improbable then that he is not connected with them," remarked the captain; "possibly a member of

"Otherwise," added another of the officers, "how could he have lived a sufficient length of time among the

savage denizens of the jungle, brute and human, to have become proficient in woodcraft, or in the use of

"You are judging him according to your own standards, gentlemen," said Jane. "An ordinary white man such

as any of youpardon me, I did not mean just thatrather, a white man above the ordinary in physique and

intelligence could never, I grant you, have lived a year alone and naked in this tropical jungle; but this man

not only surpasses the average white man in strength and agility, but as far transcends our trained athletes and

`strong men' as they surpass a dayold babe; and his courage and ferocity in battle are those of the wild

"He has certainly won a loyal champion, Miss Porter," said Captain Dufranne, laughing. "I am sure that there

be none of us here but would willingly face death a hundred times in its most terrifying forms to deserve the

"You would not wonder that I defend him," said the girl, "could you have seen him as I saw him, battling in

"Could you have seen him charge the monster as a bull might charge a grizzlyabsolutely without sign of

"Could you have seen those mighty muscles knotting under the brown skincould you have seen them force

"And could you have seen the chivalrous treatment which he accorded a strange girl of a strange race, you

"You have won your suit, my fair pleader," cried the captain. "This court finds the defendant not guilty, and

the cruiser shall wait a few days longer that he may have an opportunity to come and thank the divine Portia."

"For the Lord's sake honey," cried Esmeralda. "You all don't mean to tell ME that you're going to stay right

here in this here land of carnivable animals when you all got the opportunity to escapade on that boat? Don't

"Why, Esmeralda! You should be ashamed of yourself," cried Jane. "Is this any way to show your gratitude to

"Well, Miss Jane, that's all jest as you say; but that there forest man never did save us to stay here. He done

save us so we all could get AWAY from here. I expect he be mighty peevish when he find we ain't got no

more sense than to stay right here after he done give us the chance to get away.

"I hoped I'd never have to sleep in this here geological garden another night and listen to all them lonesome

"I don't blame you a bit, Esmeralda," said Clayton, "and you certainly did hit it off right when you called

them `lonesome' noises. I never have been able to find the right word for them but that's it, don't you know,

"You and Esmeralda had better go and live on the cruiser," said Jane, in fine scorn. "What would you think if

"I'm afraid I'd be a blooming bounder as a wild man," laughed Clayton, ruefully. "Those noises at night make

the hair on my head bristle. I suppose that I should be ashamed to admit it, but it's the truth."

"I don't know about that," said Lieutenant Charpentier. "I never thought much about fear and that sort of

thingnever tried to determine whether I was a coward or brave man; but the other night as we lay in the

jungle there after poor D'Arnot was taken, and those jungle noises rose and fell around us I began to think

that I was a coward indeed. It was not the roaring and growling of the big beasts that affected me so much as

it was the stealthy noisesthe ones that you heard suddenly close by and then listened vainly for a repetition

ofthe unaccountable sounds as of a great body moving almost noiselessly, and the knowledge that you

didn't KNOW how close it was, or whether it were creeping closer after you ceased to hear it? It was those

"MON DIEU! I shall see them in the dark foreverthe eyes that you see, and those that you don't see, but

"And he is out there," she said, in an awehushed whisper. "Those eyes will be glaring at him tonight, and

at your comrade Lieutenant D'Arnot. Can you leave them, gentlemen, without at least rendering them the

"Tut, tut, child," said Professor Porter. "Captain Dufranne is willing to remain, and for my part I am perfectly

"We can utilize the morrow in recovering the chest, Professor," suggested Mr. Philander.

"Quite so, quite so, Mr. Philander, I had almost forgotten the treasure," exclaimed Professor Porter. "Possibly

we can borrow some men from Captain Dufranne to assist us, and one of the prisoners to point out the

"Most assuredly, my dear Professor, we are all yours to command," said the captain.

And so it was arranged that on the next day Lieutenant Charpentier was to take a detail of ten men, and one of

the mutineers of the Arrow as a guide, and unearth the treasure; and that the cruiser would remain for a full

week in the little harbor. At the end of that time it was to be assumed that D'Arnot was truly dead, and that

the forest man would not return while they remained. Then the two vessels were to leave with all the party.

Professor Porter did not accompany the treasureseekers on the following day, but when he saw them

returning emptyhanded toward noon, he hastened forward to meet them his usual preoccupied

"Where is the treasure?" he cried to Clayton, while yet a hundred feet separated them.

"God only knows, Professor," replied Clayton. "We might have thought the fellow who guided us was lying

about the location, but his surprise and consternation on finding no chest beneath the body of the murdered

Snipes were too real to be feigned. And then our spades showed us that SOMETHING had been buried

beneath the corpse, for a hole had been there and it had been filled with loose earth."

"Suspicion might naturally fall on the men of the cruiser," said Lieutenant Charpentier, "but for the fact that

sublieutenant Janviers here assures me that no men have had shore leavethat none has been on shore

since we anchored here except under command of an officer. I do not know that you would suspect our men,

but I am glad that there is now no chance for suspicion to fall on them," he concluded.

"It would never have occurred to me to suspect the men to whom we owe so much," replied Professor Porter,

The Frenchmen smiled, both officers and sailors. It was plain to see that a burden had been lifted from their

"The treasure has been gone for some time," continued Clayton. "In fact the body fell apart as we lifted it,

which indicates that whoever removed the treasure did so while the corpse was still fresh, for it was intact

"There must have been several in the party," said Jane, who had joined them. "You remember that it took four

"By jove!" cried Clayton. "That's right. It must have been done by a party of blacks. Probably one of them

saw the men bury the chest and then returned immediately after with a party of his friends, and carried it off."

"Speculation is futile," said Professor Porter sadly. "The chest is gone. We shall never see it again, nor the

Only Jane knew what the loss meant to her father, and none there knew what it meant to her.

Six days later Captain Dufranne announced that they would sail early on the morrow.

Jane would have begged for a further reprieve, had it not been that she too had begun to believe that her

In spite of herself she began to entertain doubts and fears. The reasonableness of the arguments of these

That he was a cannibal she would not believe, but that he was an adopted member of some savage tribe at

She would not admit that he could be dead. It was impossible to believe that that perfect body, so filled with

triumphant life, could ever cease to harbor the vital sparkas soon believe that immortality were dust.

As Jane permitted herself to harbor these thoughts, others equally unwelcome forced themselves upon her.

If he belonged to some savage tribe he had a savage wife a dozen of them perhapsand wild, halfcaste

children. The girl shuddered, and when they told her that the cruiser would sail on the morrow she was almost

It was she, though, who suggested that arms, ammunition, supplies and comforts be left behind in the cabin,

ostensibly for that intangible personality who had signed himself Tarzan of the Apes, and for D'Arnot should

he still be living, but really, she hoped, for her forest godeven though his feet should prove of clay.

And at the last minute she left a message for him, to be transmitted by Tarzan of the Apes.

She was the last to leave the cabin, returning on some trivial pretext after the others had started for the boat.

She kneeled down beside the bed in which she had spent so many nights, and offered up a prayer for the

"I love you, and because I love you I believe in you. But if I did not believe, still should I love. Had you come

back for me, and had there been no other way, I would have gone into the jungle with youforever."

With the report of his gun D'Arnot saw the door fly open and the figure of a man pitch headlong within onto

The Frenchman in his panic raised his gun to fire again into the prostrate form, but suddenly in the half dusk

of the open door he saw that the man was white and in another instant realized that he had shot his friend and

With a cry of anguish D'Arnot sprang to the apeman's side, and kneeling, lifted the latter's head in his

There was no response, and then D'Arnot placed his ear above the man's heart. To his joy he heard its steady

Carefully he lifted Tarzan to the cot, and then, after closing and bolting the door, he lighted one of the lamps

The bullet had struck a glancing blow upon the skull. There was an ugly flesh wound, but no signs of a

D'Arnot breathed a sigh of relief, and went about bathing the blood from Tarzan's face.

Soon the cool water revived him, and presently he opened his eyes to look in questioning surprise at D'Arnot.

The latter had bound the wound with pieces of cloth, and as he saw that Tarzan had regained consciousness

he arose and going to the table wrote a message, which he handed to the apeman, explaining the terrible

mistake he had made and how thankful he was that the wound was not more serious.

"It is nothing," he said in French, and then, his vocabulary failing him, he wrote:

You should have seen what Bolgani did to me, and Kerchak, and Terkoz, before I killed themthen you

Tarzan read the first one through with a look of sorrow on his face. The second one he turned over and over,

searching for an openinghe had never seen a sealed envelope before. At length he handed it to D'Arnot.

The Frenchman had been watching him, and knew that Tarzan was puzzled over the envelope. How strange it

seemed that to a fullgrown white man an envelope was a mystery. D'Arnot opened it and handed the letter

Sitting on a camp stool the apeman spread the written sheet before him and read:

Before I leave let me add my thanks to those of Mr. Clayton for the kindness you have shown in permitting

That you never came to make friends with us has been a great regret to us. We should have liked so much to

There is another I should like to thank also, but he did not come back, though I cannot believe that he is dead.

I do not know his name. He is the great white giant who wore the diamond locket upon his breast.

If you know him and can speak his language carry my thanks to him, and tell him that I waited seven days for

Tell him, also, that in my home in America, in the city of Baltimore, there will always be a welcome for him

I found a note you wrote me lying among the leaves beneath a tree near the cabin. I do not know how you

learned to love me, who have never spoken to me, and I am very sorry if it is true, for I have already given

Tarzan sat with gaze fixed upon the floor for nearly an hour. It was evident to him from the notes that they

Then she did not love him! How could she have pretended love, and raised him to such a pinnacle of hope

Maybe her kisses were only signs of friendship. How did he know, who knew nothing of the customs of

Suddenly he arose, and, bidding D'Arnot good night as he had learned to do, threw himself upon the couch of

For a week they did little but rest, D'Arnot coaching Tarzan in French. At the end of that time the two men

One night, as they were sitting within the cabin before retiring, Tarzan turned to D'Arnot.

Tarzan rose, and, going to one of the cupboards, returned with a wellthumbed geography.

When D'Arnot had done so, showing him that the blue represented all the water on the earth, and the bits of

other colors the continents and islands, Tarzan asked him to point out the spot where they now were.

And as D'Arnot placed his finger upon North America, Tarzan smiled and laid his palm upon the page,

"This little mark," he said, "is many times larger upon this map than your cabin is upon the earth. Do you see

"Then we shall start tomorrow. I do not like it here longer. I should rather die than remain here."

"Well," answered D'Arnot, with a shrug, "I do not know, my friend, but that I also would rather die than

"No, my friend," returned D'Arnot, "you need not worry about money, nor need you work for it. I have

enough money for twoenough for twenty. Much more than is good for one man and you shall have all you

So on the following day they started north along the shore. Each man carrying a rifle and ammunition, beside

"But you must learn to eat cooked food, my friend," remonstrated D'Arnot. "No civilized men eat raw flesh."

"There will be time enough when I reach civilization," said Tarzan. "I do not like the things and they only

For a month they traveled north. Sometimes finding food in plenty and again going hungry for days.

They saw no signs of natives nor were they molested by wild beasts. Their journey was a miracle of ease.

Tarzan asked questions and learned rapidly. D'Arnot taught him many of the refinements of

civilizationeven to the use of knife and fork; but sometimes Tarzan would drop them in disgust and grasp

his food in his strong brown hands, tearing it with his molars like a wild beast.

"You must not eat like a brute, Tarzan, while I am trying to make a gentleman of you. MON DIEU!

Tarzan would grin sheepishly and pick up his knife and fork again, but at heart he hated them.

On the journey he told D'Arnot about the great chest he had seen the sailors bury; of how he had dug it up

"It must be the treasure chest of Professor Porter," said D'Arnot. "It is too bad, but of course you did not

Then Tarzan recalled the letter written by Jane to her friendthe one he had stolen when they first came to

"Go back?" exclaimed D'Arnot. "But, my dear fellow, we have now been three weeks upon the march. It

would require three more to return to the treasure, and then, with that enormous weight which required, you

say, four sailors to carry, it would be months before we had again reached this spot."

"It must be done, my friend," insisted Tarzan. "You may go on toward civilization, and I will return for the

"I have a better plan, Tarzan," exclaimed D'Arnot. "We shall go on together to the nearest settlement, and

there we will charter a boat and sail back down the coast for the treasure and so transport it easily. That will

be safer and quicker and also not require us to be separated. What do you think of that plan?"

"Very well," said Tarzan. "The treasure will be there whenever we go for it; and while I could fetch it now,

and catch up with you in a moon or two, I shall feel safer for you to know that you are not alone on the trail.

When I see how helpless you are, D'Arnot, I often wonder how the human race has escaped annihilation all

these ages which you tell me about. Why, Sabor, single handed, could exterminate a thousand of you."

"You will think more highly of your genus when you have seen its armies and navies, its great cities, and its

mighty engineering works. Then you will realize that it is mind, and not muscle, that makes the human

"Alone and unarmed, a single man is no match for any of the larger beasts; but if ten men were together, they

would combine their wits and their muscles against their savage enemies, while the beasts, being unable to

reason, would never think of combining against the men. Otherwise, Tarzan of the Apes, how long would you

"You are right, D'Arnot," replied Tarzan, "for if Kerchak had come to Tublat's aid that night at the

DumDum, there would have been an end of me. But Kerchak could never think far enough ahead to take

advantage of any such opportunity. Even Kala, my mother, could never plan ahead. She simply ate what she

needed when she needed it, and if the supply was very scarce, even though she found plenty for several

"I remember that she used to think it very silly of me to burden myself with extra food upon the march,

though she was quite glad to eat it with me, if the way chanced to be barren of sustenance."

"I did not know him. Kala told me he was a white ape, and hairless like myself. I know now that he must

"Tarzan," he said at length, "it is impossible that the ape, Kala, was your mother. If such a thing can be,

which I doubt, you would have inherited some of the characteristics of the ape, but you have notyou are

pure man, and, I should say, the offspring of highly bred and intelligent parents. Have you not the slightest

"No writings in the cabin that might have told something of the lives of its original inmates?"

"I have read everything that was in the cabin with the exception of one book which I know now to be written

Tarzan fished the little black diary from the bottom of his quiver, and handed it to his companion.

"It is the diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, an English nobleman, and it is written in French," he said.

Then he proceeded to read the diary that had been written over twenty years before, and which recorded the

details of the story which we already knowthe story of adventure, hardships and sorrow of John Clayton

and his wife Alice, from the day they left England until an hour before he was struck down by Kerchak.

D'Arnot read aloud. At times his voice broke, and he was forced to stop reading for the pitiful hopelessness

Occasionally he glanced at Tarzan; but the apeman sat upon his haunches, like a carven image, his eyes

Only when the little babe was mentioned did the tone of the diary alter from the habitual note of despair

Then the passages were tinged with a subdued happiness that was even sadder than the rest.

Today our little boy is six months old. He is sitting in Alice's lap beside the table where I am writinga

Somehow, even against all reason, I seem to see him a grown man, taking his father's place in the worldthe

Thereas though to give my prophecy the weight of his endorsementhe has grabbed my pen in his

chubby fists and with his inkbegrimed little fingers has placed the seal of his tiny finger prints upon the page.

And there, on the margin of the page, were the partially blurred imprints of four wee fingers and the outer

When D'Arnot had finished the diary the two men sat in silence for some minutes.

"Well! Tarzan of the Apes, what think you?" asked D'Arnot. "Does not this little book clear up the mystery of

"The book speaks of but one child," he replied. "Its little skeleton lay in the crib, where it died crying for

nourishment, from the first time I entered the cabin until Professor Porter's party buried it, with its father and

"No, that was the babe the book speaks ofand the mystery of my origin is deeper than before, for I have

thought much of late of the possibility of that cabin having been my birthplace. I am afraid that Kala spoke

D'Arnot shook his head. He was unconvinced, and in his mind had sprung the determination to prove the

correctness of his theory, for he had discovered the key which alone could unlock the mystery, or consign it

In the distance were several buildings surrounded by a strong palisade. Between them and the enclosure

Tarzan fitted his bow with a poisoned arrow, but D'Arnot placed a hand upon his arm.

"They will try to kill us if they see us," replied Tarzan. "I prefer to be the killer."

"You must not, Tarzan!" cried D'Arnot. "White men do not kill wantonly. MON DIEU! but you have much to

"I pity the ruffian who crosses you, my wild man, when I take you to Paris. I will have my hands full keeping

"I do not know why I should kill the blacks back there in my jungle, yet not kill them here. Suppose Numa,

the lion, should spring out upon us, I should say, then, I presume: Good morning, Monsieur Numa, how is

"Wait until the blacks spring upon you," replied D'Arnot, "then you may kill them. Do not assume that men

"Come," said Tarzan, "let us go and present ourselves to be killed," and he started straight across the field, his

Behind him came D'Arnot, clothed in some garments which had been discarded at the cabin by Clayton when

the officers of the French cruiser had fitted him out in more presentable fashion.

Presently one of the blacks looked up, and beholding Tarzan, turned, shrieking, toward the palisade.

In an instant the air was filled with cries of terror from the fleeing gardeners, but before any had reached the

palisade a white man emerged from the enclosure, rifle in hand, to discover the cause of the commotion.

What he saw brought his rifle to his shoulder, and Tarzan of the Apes would have felt cold lead once again

Tarzan dropped into a walk, and together he and D'Arnot advanced toward the white man by the gate.

"White men," replied D'Arnot. "We have been lost in the jungle for a long time."

"I am Father Constantine of the French Mission here," he said, "and I am glad to welcome you."

"This is Monsieur Tarzan, Father Constantine," replied D'Arnot, indicating the apeman; and as the priest

extended his hand to Tarzan, D'Arnot added: "and I am Paul D'Arnot, of the French Navy."

Father Constantine took the hand which Tarzan extended in imitation of the priest's act, while the latter took

For a week they remained there, and the apeman, keenly observant, learned much of the ways of men;

meanwhile black women sewed white duck garments for himself and D'Arnot so that they might continue

Another month brought them to a little group of buildings at the mouth of a wide river, and there Tarzan saw

many boats, and was filled with the timidity of the wild thing by the sight of many men.

Gradually he became accustomed to the strange noises and the odd ways of civilization, so that presently

none might know that two short months before, this handsome Frenchman in immaculate white ducks, who

laughed and chatted with the gayest of them, had been swinging naked through primeval forests to pounce

The knife and fork, so contemptuously flung aside a month before, Tarzan now manipulated as exquisitely as

So apt a pupil had he been that the young Frenchman had labored assiduously to make of Tarzan of the Apes

"God made you a gentleman at heart, my friend," D'Arnot had said; "but we want His works to show upon the

As soon as they had reached the little port, D'Arnot had cabled his government of his safety, and requested a

He had also cabled his bankers for funds, and the enforced wait of a month, under which both chafed, was

due to their inability to charter a vessel for the return to Tarzan's jungle after the treasure.

During their stay at the coast town "Monsieur Tarzan" became the wonder of both whites and blacks because

Once a huge black, crazed by drink, had run amuck and terrorized the town, until his evil star had led him to

Mounting the broad steps, with brandished knife, the Negro made straight for a party of four men sitting at a

Shouting in alarm, the four took to their heels, and then the black spied Tarzan.

With a roar he charged the apeman, while half a hundred heads peered from sheltering windows and

Tarzan met the rush with the fighting smile that the joy of battle always brought to his lips.

As the Negro closed upon him, steel muscles gripped the black wrist of the uplifted knifehand, and a single

With the pain and surprise, the madness left the black man, and as Tarzan dropped back into his chair the

On another occasion as Tarzan and D'Arnot sat at dinner with a number of other whites, the talk fell upon

Opinion was divided as to the bravery of the king of beasts some maintaining that he was an arrant

coward, but all agreeing that it was with a feeling of greater security that they gripped their express rifles

D'Arnot and Tarzan had agreed that his past be kept secret, and so none other than the French officer knew of

"Monsieur Tarzan has not expressed himself," said one of the party. "A man of his prowess who has spent

some time in Africa, as I understand Monsieur Tarzan has, must have had experiences with lionsyes?"

"Some," replied Tarzan, dryly. "Enough to know that each of you are right in your judgment of the

characteristics of the lionsyou have met. But one might as well judge all blacks by the fellow who ran

amuck last week, or decide that all whites are cowards because one has met a cowardly white.

"There is as much individuality among the lower orders, gentlemen, as there is among ourselves. Today we

may go out and stumble upon a lion which is overtimidhe runs away from us. Tomorrow we may meet

his uncle or his twin brother, and our friends wonder why we do not return from the jungle. For myself, I

"There would be little pleasure in hunting," retorted the first speaker, "if one is afraid of the thing he hunts."

"I do not exactly understand what you mean by fear," said Tarzan. "Like lions, fear is a different thing in

different men, but to me the only pleasure in the hunt is the knowledge that the hunted thing has power to

harm me as much as I have to harm him. If I went out with a couple of rifles and a gun bearer, and twenty or

thirty beaters, to hunt a lion, I should not feel that the lion had much chance, and so the pleasure of the hunt

"Then I am to take it that Monsieur Tarzan would prefer to go naked into the jungle, armed only with a

jackknife, to kill the king of beasts," laughed the other, good naturedly, but with the merest touch of sarcasm

Just then the deep roar of a lion sounded from the distant jungle, as though to challenge whoever dared enter

The men laughed, all but D'Arnot. He alone knew that a savage beast had spoken its simple reason through

"But you are afraid, just as any of us would be, to go out there naked, armed only with a knife and a piece of

"Five thousand francs is a reason," said the other. "I wager you that amount you cannot bring back a lion

from the jungle under the conditions we have namednaked and armed only with a knife and a piece of

"I shall have to leave my clothes at the edge of the settlement, so that if I do not return before daylight I shall

"Why not?" asked Tarzan. "Numa walks abroad at night it will be easier to find him."

"No," said the other, "I do not want your blood upon my hands. It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by

The men accompanied him to the edge of the jungle, where he left his clothes in a small storehouse.

But when he would have entered the blackness of the undergrowth they tried to dissuade him; and the

"I will accede that you have won," he said, "and the ten thousand francs are yours if you will but give up this

The men stood silent for some moments and then slowly turned and walked back to the hotel veranda.

Tarzan had no sooner entered the jungle than he took to the trees, and it was with a feeling of exultant

This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere,

hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance.

How easy it would be to circle back to the coast, and then make toward the south and his own jungle and

Now he caught the scent of Numa, for he was traveling up wind. Presently his quick ears detected the familiar

sound of padded feet and the brushing of a huge, furclad body through the undergrowth.

Tarzan came quietly above the unsuspecting beast and silently stalked him until he came into a little patch of

Then the quick noose settled and tightened about the tawny throat, and, as he had done it a hundred times in

the past, Tarzan made fast the end to a strong branch and, while the beast fought and clawed for freedom,

dropped to the ground behind him, and leaping upon the great back, plunged his long thin blade a dozen

Then with his foot upon the carcass of Numa, he raised his voice in the awesome victory cry of his savage

For a moment Tarzan stood irresolute, swayed by conflicting emotions of loyalty to D'Arnot and a mighty

lust for the freedom of his own jungle. At last the vision of a beautiful face, and the memory of warm lips

crushed to his dissolved the fascinating picture he had been drawing of his old life.

The apeman threw the warm carcass of Numa across his shoulders and took to the trees once more.

They had tried ineffectually to converse on various subjects, and always the thing uppermost in the mind of

"MON DIEU," said the wagerer at length, "I can endure it no longer. I am going into the jungle with my

As though the suggestion had broken the spell of some horrid nightmare they hastened to their various

"God! What was that?" suddenly cried one of the party, an Englishman, as Tarzan's savage cry came faintly

"I heard the same thing once before," said a Belgian, "when I was in the gorilla country. My carriers said it

D'Arnot remembered Clayton's description of the awful roar with which Tarzan had announced his kills, and

he half smiled in spite of the horror which filled him to think that the uncanny sound could have issued from

As the party stood finally near the edge of the jungle, debating as to the best distribution of their forces, they

were startled by a low laugh near them, and turning, beheld advancing toward them a giant figure bearing a

Even D'Arnot was thunderstruck, for it seemed impossible that the man could have so quickly dispatched a

lion with the pitiful weapons he had taken, or that alone he could have borne the huge carcass through the

The men crowded about Tarzan with many questions, but his only answer was a laughing depreciation of his

To Tarzan it was as though one should eulogize a butcher for his heroism in killing a cow, for Tarzan had

killed so often for food and for selfpreservation that the act seemed anything but remarkable to him. But he

Incidentally, he had won ten thousand francs, for D'Arnot insisted that he keep it all.

This was a very important item to Tarzan, who was just commencing to realize the power which lay beyond

the little pieces of metal and paper which always changed hands when human beings rode, or ate, or slept, or

clothed themselves, or drank, or worked, or played, or sheltered themselves from the rain or cold or sun.

It had become evident to Tarzan that without money one must die. D'Arnot had told him not to worry, since

he had more than enough for both, but the apeman was learning many things and one of them was that

people looked down upon one who accepted money from another without giving something of equal value in

Shortly after the episode of the lion hunt, D'Arnot succeeded in chartering an ancient tub for the coastwise

It was a happy morning for them both when the little vessel weighed anchor and made for the open sea.

The trip to the beach was uneventful, and the morning after they dropped anchor before the cabin, Tarzan,

garbed once more in his jungle regalia and carrying a spade, set out alone for the amphitheater of the apes

Late the next day he returned, bearing the great chest upon his shoulder, and at sunrise the little vessel

Three weeks later Tarzan and D'Arnot were passengers on board a French steamer bound for Lyons, and after

The apeman was anxious to proceed to America, but D'Arnot insisted that he must accompany him to Paris

first, nor would he divulge the nature of the urgent necessity upon which he based his demand.

One of the first things which D'Arnot accomplished after their arrival was to arrange to visit a high official of

Adroitly D'Arnot led the conversation from point to point until the policeman had explained to the interested

Not the least interesting to Tarzan was the part played by finger prints in this fascinating science.

"But of what value are these imprints," asked Tarzan, "when, after a few years the lines upon the fingers are

"The lines never change," replied the official. "From infancy to senility the fingerprints of an individual

change only in size, except as injuries alter the loops and whorls. But if imprints have been taken of the

thumb and four fingers of both hands one must needs lose all entirely to escape identification."

"It is marvelous," exclaimed D'Arnot. "I wonder what the lines upon my own fingers may resemble."

"We can soon see," replied the police officer, and ringing a bell he summoned an assistant to whom he issued

The man left the room, but presently returned with a little hardwood box which he placed on his superior's

He drew from the little case a square of plate glass, a little tube of thick ink, a rubber roller, and a few snowy

Squeezing a drop of ink onto the glass, he spread it back and forth with the rubber roller until the entire

surface of the glass was covered to his satisfaction with a very thin and uniform layer of ink.

"Place the four fingers of your right hand upon the glass, thus," he said to D'Arnot. "Now the thumb. That is

right. Now place them in just the same position upon this card, here, noa little to the right. We must leave

room for the thumb and the fingers of the left hand. There, that's it. Now the same with the left."

Tarzan complied readily, asking many questions of the officer during the operation.

"Do fingerprints show racial characteristics?" he asked. "Could you determine, for example, solely from

"Probably, because the ape's would be far simpler than those of the higher organism."

"But a cross between an ape and a man might show the characteristics of either progenitor?" continued

"Yes, I should think likely," responded the official; "but the science has not progressed sufficiently to render

it exact enough in such matters. I should hate to trust its findings further than to differentiate between

individuals. There it is absolute. No two people born into the world probably have ever had identical lines

upon all their digits. It is very doubtful if any single fingerprint will ever be exactly duplicated by any finger

D'Arnot drew a little black book from his pocket and commenced turning the pages.

"Are these imprints similar to mine or Monsieur Tarzan's or can you say that they are identical with either?"

The officer drew a powerful glass from his desk and examined all three specimens carefully, making

With tense nerves he sat leaning forward in his chair, but suddenly he relaxed and dropped back, smiling.

"You forget that for twenty years the dead body of the child who made those fingerprints lay in the cabin of

his father, and that all my life I have seen it lying there," said Tarzan bitterly.

"Go ahead, captain, with your examination," said D'Arnot, "we will tell you the story laterprovided

"But you are mad, my dear D'Arnot," he insisted. "Those little fingers are buried on the west coast of Africa."

"I do not know as to that, Tarzan," replied D'Arnot. "It is possible, but if you are not the son of John Clayton

then how in heaven's name did you come into that God forsaken jungle where no white man other than John

The friends had walked to the broad window overlooking the boulevard as they talked. For some time they

stood there gazing out upon the busy throng beneath, each wrapped in his own thoughts.

"It takes some time to compare finger prints," thought D'Arnot, turning to look at the police officer.

To his astonishment he saw the official leaning back in his chair hastily scanning the contents of the little

D'Arnot coughed. The policeman looked up, and, catching his eye, raised his finger to admonish silence.

"There is evidently a great deal at stake which must hinge to a greater or lesser extent upon the absolute

correctness of this comparison. I therefore ask that you leave the entire matter in my hands until Monsieur

"I had hoped to know at once," said D'Arnot. "Monsieur Tarzan sails for America tomorrow."

"I will promise that you can cable him a report within two weeks," replied the officer; "but what it will be I

dare not say. There are resemblances, yetwell, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc to solve."

A taxicab drew up before an oldfashioned residence upon the outskirts of Baltimore.

A man of about forty, well built and with strong, regular features, stepped out, and paying the chauffeur

"Then she will acquaint Jane with the fact that you are here," said the old man.

"Professor," continued Robert Canler, with great deliberation, as though carefully weighing his words, "I

"You know my aspirations, and you have been generous enough to approve my suit."

Professor Archimedes Q. Porter fidgeted in his armchair. The subject always made him uncomfortable. He

"But Jane," continued Canler, "I cannot understand her. She puts me off first on one ground and then another.

I have always the feeling that she breathes a sigh of relief every time I bid her goodby."

"Tut, tut," said Professor Porter. "Tut, tut, Mr. Canler. Jane is a most obedient daughter. She will do precisely

"Then I can still count on your support?" asked Canler, a tone of relief marking his voice.

"Certainly, sir; certainly, sir," exclaimed Professor Porter. "How could you doubt it?"

"There is young Clayton, you know," suggested Canler. "He has been hanging about for months. I don't know

that Jane cares for him; but beside his title they say he has inherited a very considerable estate from his father,

"Unless, you see fit to request that Jane and I be married at once," said Canler, slowly and distinctly.

"I have already suggested to Jane that it would be desirable," said Professor Porter sadly, "for we can no

"She said she was not ready to marry anyone yet," replied Professor Porter, "and that we could go and live

"It is a little more than selfsupporting. The tenants have always made a living from it, and been able to send

Jane a trifle beside, each year. She is planning on our going up there the first of the week. Philander and Mr.

"Clayton has gone there?" exclaimed Canler, visibly chagrined. "Why was I not told? I would gladly have

"Jane feels that we are already too much in your debt, Mr. Canler," said Professor Porter.

Canler was about to reply, when the sound of footsteps came from the hall without, and Jane entered the

"Oh, I beg your pardon!" she exclaimed, pausing on the threshold. "I thought you were alone, papa."

"It is only I, Jane," said Canler, who had risen, "won't you come in and join the family group? We were just

"Thank you," said Jane, entering and taking the chair Canler placed for her. "I only wanted to tell papa that

Tobey is coming down from the college tomorrow to pack his books. I want you to be sure, papa, to indicate

all that you can do without until fall. Please don't carry this entire library to Wisconsin, as you would have

"Yes, I just left him. He and Esmeralda are exchanging religious experiences on the back porch now."

"Tut, tut, I must see him at once!" cried the professor. "Excuse me just a moment, children," and the old man

"See here, Jane," he said bluntly. "How long is this thing going on like this? You haven't refused to marry me,

but you haven't promised either. I want to get the license tomorrow, so that we can be married quietly before

you leave for Wisconsin. I don't care for any fuss or feathers, and I'm sure you don't either."

"Do you realize that you are buying me, Mr. Canler?" she said finally, and in a cold, level voice. "Buying me

for a few paltry dollars? Of course you do, Robert Canler, and the hope of just such a contingency was in

your mind when you loaned papa the money for that hairbrained escapade, which but for a most mysterious

"But you, Mr. Canler, would have been the most surprised. You had no idea that the venture would succeed.

You are too good a businessman for that. And you are too good a businessman to loan money for buried

treasure seeking, or to loan money without securityunless you had some special object in view.

"You knew that without security you had a greater hold on the honor of the Porters than with it. You knew

"You have never mentioned the loan. In any other man I should have thought that the prompting of a

magnanimous and noble character. But you are deep, Mr. Robert Canler. I know you better than you think I

"I shall certainly marry you if there is no other way, but let us understand each other once and for all."

While she spoke Robert Canler had alternately flushed and paled, and when she ceased speaking he arose,

"You surprise me, Jane. I thought you had more selfcontrol more pride. Of course you are right. I am

buying you, and I knew that you knew it, but I thought you would prefer to pretend that it was otherwise. I

should have thought your self respect and your Porter pride would have shrunk from admitting, even to

yourself, that you were a bought woman. But have it your own way, dear girl," he added lightly. "I am going

Jane was not married before she left with her father and Esmeralda for her little Wisconsin farm, and as she

coldly bid Robert Canler goodby as her train pulled out, he called to her that he would join them in a week or

At their destination they were met by Clayton and Mr. Philander in a huge touring car belonging to the

former, and quickly whirled away through the dense northern woods toward the little farm which the girl had

The farmhouse, which stood on a little elevation some hundred yards from the tenant house, had undergone a

complete transformation during the three weeks that Clayton and Mr. Philander had been there.

The former had imported a small army of carpenters and plasterers, plumbers and painters from a distant city,

and what had been but a dilapidated shell when they reached it was now a cosy little twostory house filled

"Why, Mr. Clayton, what have you done?" cried Jane Porter, her heart sinking within her as she realized the

"Ssh," cautioned Clayton. "Don't let your father guess. If you don't tell him he will never notice, and I

simply couldn't think of him living in the terrible squalor and sordidness which Mr. Philander and I found. It

was so little when I would like to do so much, Jane. For his sake, please, never mention it."

"But you know that we can't repay you," cried the girl. "Why do you want to put me under such terrible

"Don't, Jane," said Clayton sadly. "If it had been just you, believe me, I wouldn't have done it, for I knew

from the start that it would only hurt me in your eyes, but I couldn't think of that dear old man living in the

hole we found here. Won't you please believe that I did it just for him and give me that little crumb of

"I do believe you, Mr. Clayton," said the girl, "because I know you are big enough and generous enough to

have done it just for himand, oh Cecil, I wish I might repay you as you deserveas you would wish."

"Then am I so much less desirable than Canler? I have money enough, and far more, for every need," he said

"I do not love you, Cecil," she said, "but I respect you. If I must disgrace myself by such a bargain with any

man, I prefer that it be one I already despise. I should loathe the man to whom I sold myself without love,

whomsoever he might be. You will be happier," she concluded, "alonewith my respect and friendship, than

He did not press the matter further, but if ever a man had murder in his heart it was William Cecil Clayton,

Lord Greystoke, when, a week later, Robert Canler drew up before the farmhouse in his purring six cylinder.

A week passed; a tense, uneventful, but uncomfortable week for all the inmates of the little Wisconsin

At length she gave in from sheer loathing of the continued and hateful importuning.

It was agreed that on the morrow Canler was to drive to town and bring back the license and a minister.

Clayton had wanted to leave as soon as the plan was announced, but the girl's tired, hopeless look kept him.

Something might happen yet, he tried to console himself by thinking. And in his heart, he knew that it would

require but a tiny spark to turn his hatred for Canler into the blood lust of the killer.

In the east smoke could be seen lying low over the forest, for a fire had been raging for a week not far from

About noon Jane started off for a walk. She would not let Clayton accompany her. She wanted to be alone,

In the house Professor Porter and Mr. Philander were immersed in an absorbing discussion of some weighty

scientific problem. Esmeralda dozed in the kitchen, and Clayton, heavyeyed after a sleepless night, threw

himself down upon the couch in the living room and soon dropped into a fitful slumber.

To the east the black smoke clouds rose higher into the heavens, suddenly they eddied, and then commenced

On and on they came. The inmates of the tenant house were gone, for it was market day, and none was there

Soon the flames had spanned the road to the south and cut off Canler's return. A little fluctuation of the wind

now carried the path of the forest fire to the north, then blew back and the flames nearly stood still as though

With a jolt it stopped before the cottage, and a blackhaired giant leaped out to run up onto the porch.

Without a pause he rushed into the house. On the couch lay Clayton. The man started in surprise, but with a

"My God, Clayton, are you all mad here? Don't you know you are nearly surrounded by fire? Where is Miss

Clayton sprang to his feet. He did not recognize the man, but he understood the words and was upon the

"Scott!" he cried, and then, dashing back into the house, "Jane! Jane! where are you?"

In an instant Esmeralda, Professor Porter and Mr. Philander had joined the two men.

"Where is Miss Jane?" cried Clayton, seizing Esmeralda by the shoulders and shaking her roughly.

"Hasn't she come back yet?" and, without waiting for a reply, Clayton dashed out into the yard, followed by

"Down that road," cried the frightened woman, pointing toward the south where a mighty wall of roaring

"Put these people in the other car," shouted the stranger to Clayton. "I saw one as I drove upand get them

"Leave my car here. If I find Miss Porter we shall need it. If I don't, no one will need it. Do as I say," as

Clayton hesitated, and then they saw the lithe figure bound away cross the clearing toward the northwest

In each rose the unaccountable feeling that a great responsibility had been raised from their shoulders; a kind

of implicit confidence in the power of the stranger to save Jane if she could be saved.

"I do not know," replied Clayton. "He called me by name and he knew Jane, for he asked for her. And he

"There was something most startlingly familiar about him," exclaimed Mr. Philander, "And yet, bless me, I

"Tut, tut!" cried Professor Porter. "Most remarkable! Who could it have been, and why do I feel that Jane is

"I can't tell you, Professor," said Clayton soberly, "but I know I have the same uncanny feeling."

"But come," he cried, "we must get out of here ourselves, or we shall be shut off," and the party hastened

When Jane turned to retrace her steps homeward, she was alarmed to note how near the smoke of the forest

fire seemed, and as she hastened onward her alarm became almost a panic when she perceived that the

At length she was compelled to turn into the dense thicket and attempt to force her way to the west in an

In a short time the futility of her attempt became apparent and then her one hope lay in retracing her steps to

The twenty minutes that it took her to regain the road was all that had been needed to cut off her retreat as

A short run down the road brought her to a horrified stand, for there before her was another wall of flame. An

arm of the main conflagration had shot out a half mile south of its parent to embrace this tiny strip of road in

Jane knew that it was useless again to attempt to force her way through the undergrowth.

She had tried it once, and failed. Now she realized that it would be but a matter of minutes ere the whole

space between the north and the south would be a seething mass of billowing flames.

Calmly the girl kneeled down in the dust of the roadway and prayed for strength to meet her fate bravely, and

Then through the branches of the trees she saw a figure swinging with the speed of a squirrel.

A veering of the wind blew a cloud of smoke about them and she could no longer see the man who was

speeding toward her, but suddenly she felt a great arm about her. Then she was lifted up, and she felt the

rushing of the wind and the occasional brush of a branch as she was borne along.

From tree to tree swung the giant figure which bore her, and it seemed to Jane that she was living over in a

Oh, if it were but the same man who had borne her so swiftly through the tangled verdure on that other day!

but that was impossible! Yet who else in all the world was there with the strength and agility to do what this

She stole a sudden glance at the face close to hers, and then she gave a little frightened gasp. It was he!

"Yes, your man, Jane Porter. Your savage, primeval man come out of the jungle to claim his matethe

"I did not run away," she whispered. "I would only consent to leave when they had waited a week for you to

They had come to a point beyond the fire now, and he had turned back to the clearing.

Side by side they were walking toward the cottage. The wind had changed once more and the fire was

"I did not know; only that it could not be yours, for Tarzan of the Apes had written in English, and you could

"It is a long story, but it was I who wrote what I could not speakand now D'Arnot has made matters worse

"Come," he added, "jump into my car, we must overtake your father, they are only a little way ahead."

"Then when you said in your note to Tarzan of the Apes that you loved anotheryou might have meant

"But in BaltimoreOh, how I have searched for youthey told me you would possibly be married by now.

Suddenly there came back to Tarzan the memory of the letter he had readand the name Robert Canler and

"If your father had not lost the treasure you would not feel forced to keep your promise to this man Canler?"

He was silent for a moment. The car was plunging along the uneven road at a reckless pace, for the fire

showed threateningly at their right, and another change of the wind might sweep it on with raging fury across

"He would scarcely accede to the demand of a stranger," said the girl. "Especially one who wanted me

Jane shuddered and looked fearfully up at the giant figure beside her, for she knew that he meant the great

"This is not the African jungle," she said. "You are no longer a savage beast. You are a gentleman, and

"I am still a wild beast at heart," he said, in a low voice, as though to himself.

What did she know of this strange creature at her side? What did he know of himself? Who was he? Who, his

He had no name. Could she be happy with this jungle waif? Could she find anything in common with a

husband whose life had been spent in the tree tops of an African wilderness, frolicking and fighting with

fierce anthropoids; tearing his food from the quivering flank of freshkilled prey, sinking his strong teeth into

raw flesh, and tearing away his portion while his mates growled and fought about him for their share?

Could he ever rise to her social sphere? Could she bear to think of sinking to his? Would either be happy in

"I do not know what answer to make," said Jane sadly. "I do not know my own mind."

"Do not ask me. You will be happier without me. You were never meant for the formal restrictions and

conventionalities of societycivilization would become irksome to you, and in a little while you would long

for the freedom of your old lifea life to which I am as totally unfitted as you to mine."

"I think I understand you," he replied quietly. "I shall not urge you, for I would rather see you happy than to

But before she could go on a sudden turn in the road brought them into the midst of a little hamlet.

Before them stood Clayton's car surrounded by the party he had brought from the cottage.

At the sight of Jane, cries of relief and delight broke from every lip, and as Tarzan's car stopped beside the

"How can we ever thank you?" he exclaimed. "You have saved us all. You called me by name at the cottage,

but I do not seem to recall yours, though there is something very familiar about you. It is as though I had

"You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton," he said, in French. "You will pardon me if I do not speak to you in

English. I am just learning it, and while I understand it fairly well I speak it very poorly."

And Professor Porter and Mr. Philander pressed forward to add their thanks to Clayton's, and to voice their

surprise and pleasure at seeing their jungle friend so far from his savage home.

The party now entered the modest little hostelry, where Clayton soon made arrangements for their

They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor when the distant chugging of an approaching automobile caught

Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the window, looked out as the car drew in sight, finally stopping beside

"Bless me!" said Mr. Philander, a shade of annoyance in his tone. "It is Mr. Canler. I had hoped, erI had

thought orerhow very happy we should be that he was not caught in the fire," he ended lamely.

"Tut, tut! Mr. Philander," said Professor Porter. "Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten

before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet

"Bless me, yes!" acquiesced Mr. Philander. "But who is the clerical appearing gentleman with him?"

Professor Porter removed his spectacles nervously, and breathed upon them, but replaced them on his nose

"Thank God!" he cried. "I feared the worst, until I saw your car, Clayton. I was cut off on the south road and

had to go away back to town, and then strike east to this road. I thought we'd never reach the cottage."

No one seemed to enthuse much. Tarzan eyed Robert Canler as Sabor eyes her prey.

Canler turned and extended his hand. Tarzan rose and bowed as only D'Arnot could have taught a gentleman

"This is the Reverend Mr. Tousley, Jane," said Canler, turning to the clerical party behind him. "Mr. Tousley,

"We can have the ceremony at once, Jane," said Canler. "Then you and I can catch the midnight train in

Tarzan understood the plan instantly. He glanced out of halfclosed eyes at Jane, but he did not move.

"Can't we wait a few days?" she asked. "I am all unstrung. I have been through so much today."

Canler felt the hostility that emanated from each member of the party. It made him angry.

"We have waited as long as I intend to wait," he said roughly. "You have promised to marry me. I shall be

played with no longer. I have the license and here is the preacher. Come Mr. Tousley; come Jane. There are

plenty of witnesses more than enough," he added with a disagreeable inflection; and taking Jane Porter by

But scarcely had he taken a single step ere a heavy hand closed upon his arm with a grip of steel.

Another hand shot to his throat and in a moment he was being shaken high above the floor, as a cat might

And, as she looked into his face, she saw the crimson band upon his forehead that she had seen that other day

in far distant Africa, when Tarzan of the Apes had closed in mortal combat with the great

She knew that murder lay in that savage heart, and with a little cry of horror she sprang forward to plead with

the apeman. But her fears were more for Tarzan than for Canler. She realized the stern retribution which

Before she could reach them, however, Clayton had jumped to Tarzan's side and attempted to drag Canler

With a single sweep of one mighty arm the Englishman was hurled across the room, and then Jane laid a firm

"I do not wish him to die at your hands, my friend," she replied. "I do not wish you to become a murderer."

"Do you release her from her promise?" he asked. "It is the price of your life."

Again the man nodded his head, his face distorted by fear of the death that had been so close.

Tarzan released him, and Canler staggered toward the door. In another moment he was gone, and the terror

The girl nodded and started toward the door leading to the narrow veranda of the little hotel. She passed out

The professor had been stricken dumb with surprise by the rapid developments of the past few minutes.

"Before we go further, sir, I should like an explanation of the events which have just transpired. By what

right, sir, did you interfere between my daughter and Mr. Canler? I had promised him her hand, sir, and

"I interfered, Professor Porter," replied Tarzan, "because your daughter does not love Mr. Canlershe does

"You do not know what you have done," said Professor Porter. "Now he will doubtless refuse to marry her."

"And further," added Tarzan, "you need not fear that your pride will suffer, Professor Porter, for you will be

"Whatwhat is that you are saying?" cried the professor. "You are mad, man. It cannot be."

"It is, though. It was I who stole it, not knowing either its value or to whom it belonged. I saw the sailors bury

it, and, apelike, I had to dig it up and bury it again elsewhere. When D'Arnot told me what it was and what it

meant to you I returned to the jungle and recovered it. It had caused so much crime and suffering and sorrow

that D'Arnot thought it best not to attempt to bring the treasure itself on here, as had been my intention, so I

"Here it is, Professor Porter," and Tarzan drew an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the astonished

professor, "two hundred and fortyone thousand dollars. The treasure was most carefully appraised by

experts, but lest there should be any question in your mind, D'Arnot himself bought it and is holding it for

"To the already great burden of the obligations we owe you, sir," said Professor Porter, with trembling voice,

"is now added this greatest of all services. You have given me the means to save my honor."

"Pardon me," he said. "I think we had better try to reach town before dark and take the first train out of this

forest. A native just rode by from the north, who reports that the fire is moving slowly in this direction."

This announcement broke up further conversation, and the entire party went out to the waiting automobiles.

Clayton, with Jane, the professor and Esmeralda occupied Clayton's car, while Tarzan took Mr. Philander in

"Bless me!" exclaimed Mr. Philander, as the car moved off after Clayton. "Who would ever have thought it

possible! The last time I saw you you were a veritable wild man, skipping about among the branches of a

tropical African forest, and now you are driving me along a Wisconsin road in a French automobile. Bless

"Yes," assented Tarzan, and then, after a pause, "Mr. Philander, do you recall any of the details of the finding

"It means a great deal to me to know," replied Tarzan. "Your answer may clear up a mystery. It can do no

worse, at any rate, than to leave it still a mystery. I have been entertaining a theory concerning those

skeletons for the past two months, and I want you to answer my question to the best of your

"No," said Mr. Philander, "the smallest one, the one found in the crib, was the skeleton of an anthropoid ape."

In the car ahead, Jane was thinking fast and furiously. She had felt the purpose for which Tarzan had asked a

few words with her, and she knew that she must be prepared to give him an answer in the very near future.

He was not the sort of person one could put off, and somehow that very thought made her wonder if she did

She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that faroff jungle, but there was no spell of

Nor did the immaculate young Frenchman appeal to the primal woman in her, as had the stalwart forest god.

She glanced at Clayton out of the corner of her eye. Was not here a man trained in the same school of

environment in which she had been traineda man with social position and culture such as she had been

Did not her best judgment point to this young English nobleman, whose love she knew to be of the sort a

Could she love Clayton? She could see no reason why she could not. Jane was not coldly calculating by

nature, but training, environment and heredity had all combined to teach her to reason even in matters of the

That she had been carried off her feet by the strength of the young giant when his great arms were about her

in the distant African forest, and again today, in the Wisconsin woods, seemed to her only attributable to a

temporary mental reversion to type on her partto the psychological appeal of the primeval man to the

If he should never touch her again, she reasoned, she would never feel attracted toward him. She had not

loved him, then. It had been nothing more than a passing hallucination, superinduced by excitement and by

Excitement would not always mark their future relations, should she marry him, and the power of personal

Again she glanced at Clayton. He was very handsome and every inch a gentleman. She should be very proud

And then he spokea minute sooner or a minute later might have made all the difference in the world to

three lives but chance stepped in and pointed out to Clayton the psychological moment.

"You are free now, Jane," he said. "Won't you say yesI will devote my life to making you very happy."

That evening in the little waiting room at the station Tarzan caught Jane alone for a moment.

"You are free now, Jane," he said, "and _I_ have come across the ages out of the dim and distant past from

the lair of the primeval man to claim youfor your sake I have become a civilized manfor your sake I

have crossed oceans and continentsfor your sake I will be whatever you will me to be. I can make you

For the first time she realized the depths of the man's love all that he had accomplished in so short a time

What had she done? Because she had been afraid she might succumb to the pleas of this giant, she had burned

her bridges behind herin her groundless apprehension that she might make a terrible mistake, she had

And then she told him alltold him the truth word by word, without attempting to shield herself or condone

"What can we do?" he asked. "You have admitted that you love me. You know that I love you; but I do not

know the ethics of society by which you are governed. I shall leave the decision to you, for you know best

"I cannot tell him, Tarzan," she said. "He too, loves me, and he is a good man. I could never face you nor any

other honest person if I repudiated my promise to Mr. Clayton. I shall have to keep itand you must help me

The others were entering the room now and Tarzan turned toward the little window.

But he saw nothing outsidewithin he saw a patch of greensward surrounded by a matted mass of gorgeous

tropical plants and flowers, and, above, the waving foliage of mighty trees, and, over all, the blue of an

In the center of the greensward a young woman sat upon a little mound of earth, and beside her sat a young

giant. They ate pleasant fruit and looked into each other's eyes and smiled. They were very happy, and they

His thoughts were broken in upon by the station agent who entered asking if there was a gentleman by the

"Here is a message for you, forwarded from Baltimore; it is a cablegram from Paris."

As Tarzan finished reading, Clayton entered and came toward him with extended hand.

Here was the man who had Tarzan's title, and Tarzan's estates, and was going to marry the woman whom

Tarzan lovedthe woman who loved Tarzan. A single word from Tarzan would make a great difference in

It would take away his title and his lands and his castles, andit would take them away from Jane Porter

also. "I say, old man," cried Clayton, "I haven't had a chance to thank you for all you've done for us. It seems

"I'm awfully glad you came on here. We must get better acquainted. I often thought about you, you know,

"If it's any of my business, how the devil did you ever get into that bally jungle?"

"I was born there," said Tarzan, quietly. "My mother was an Ape, and of course she couldn't tell me much