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David Bruce Bozarth


TARZAN OF THE APES is Edgar Rice Burroughs' most famous work, appearing complete in The All-Story Magazine in October 1912. The story is 85,861 words in length. The dialogue--those words uttered by the characters, is 14,354 words, or a little more than 16% of the entire work.

Fans of Burroughs' Tarzan series make detailed lists and have extensive conversations on the ideas and themes found--and have been doing this for years! However, we sometimes misremember where we found a thought or idea, and on occassion state the knowledge was gained by the utterance of a character rather than the author's exposition.

Collected below, with as much accuracy as possible, are words of dialogue found in TARZAN OF THE APES. Where dialogue was interupted by exposition/narration I have removed the interruption and corrected for punctuation or letter case. I have also closed paragraph spans when the character continues speaking. I have not--at this time--indicated who spoke the dialogue because in many of the passages the identity of the speaker is obvious.

Why create such an exhibit? Refinement of information and research and a concentration on the content of the dialogue alone--which provides much of the history and character interactions. Burroughs' words are so exciting that when searching the text (TARZAN) it is all to easy to continue reading--and collect more than what the character said. This article allows us to see what is the first word of dialogue in the novel--and the last. We can locate the longest "speech" by any character or the shortest. The dialogue also illustrates the characters' individual beliefs and provides insight into the author's ability to drive reader interest by what the characters utter.

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

"What do you mean, my good fellow?"

"Wy, hasn't ye seen wats goin' on? Hasn't ye 'eard that devil's spawn of a capting an' is mates knockin' the bloomin' lights outen 'arf the crew? Two busted 'eads yeste'day, an' three to-day. Black Michael's as good as new agin an' 'e's not the bully to stand fer it, not 'e; an' mark my word for it, sir."

"You mean, my man, that the crew contemplates mutiny?"

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


"Hit's comin', sir; hit's comin' but I'm not a-sayin' 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 'ear shootin' git below an' stay there. 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,"

"Deuced cheerful outlook, Alice,"

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

"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 head and hands."

"You do not understand, dear. It is of you I am thinking--there 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 what would follow were this pack of cutthroats to gain control of the Fuwalda."

"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 with you."

"Have it as you will then, Alice. 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 least likely of happenings. But there goes the captain to his cabin now. If I am going to warn him I might as well get the beastly job over for I have little stomach to talk with the brute at all."

"Come in. Well?"

"I have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard to-day, 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! 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 meddling nose out of my business."

"Captain Billings, if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass."

"Well, Alice, I might have saved my breath. The fellow proved most ungrateful. Fairly jumped at me like a mad dog. 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 the stuff below."

"Evidently someone was more anxious about our belongings than we. Let's have a look around, Alice, and see what's missing. Those are the very things I most wish they had left us and the fact that they wished for them and them alone is most sinister."

"What are we to do, John?"

"Perhaps you were right in that our best chance lies in maintaining a neutral position. If the officers are able to prevent a mutiny, we have nothing to fear, while if the mutineers are victorious our one slim hope lies in not having attempted to thwart or antagonize them."

"Right you are, Alice. We'll keep in the middle of the road."

"No, John. They do not wish to be seen, and so we cannot afford to see them. Do not forget that we are keeping to the middle of the road."

"I rather imagine we'll be good. About all we can do is to sit tight and wait for whatever may come."

"How long have you been here, Alice?"

"Since the beginning. How awful, John. Oh, how awful! What can we hope for at the hands of such as those?"

"Breakfast, I hope. At least I'm going to ask them. Come with me, Alice. We must not let them think we expect any but courteous treatment."

"Here's two more for the fishes."

"These here are my friends, and they are to be left alone. D'ye understand? I'm captain of this ship now, an' what I says goes. Just keep to yourselves, and nobody'll harm ye."

"You'll be all right there for a few months 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' they'll soon send a man- o'war to fetch ye off. It would be a hard matter to land you in civilization without a lot o' questions being asked, an' none o' us here has any very convincin' answers up our sleeves. 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, and in return I'm goin' to spare yours, but that's all I can do. 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."

"Oh, John, the horror of it. What are we to do? What are we to do?"

"There is but one thing to do, Alice, and that is work. Work must be our salvation. We must not give ourselves time to think, for in that direction lies madness. We must work and wait. I am sure that relief will come, and come quickly, when once it is apparent that the Fuwalda has been lost, even though Black Michael does not keep his word to us."

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

"Yes, dear, 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 they may be. 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, surely that may we accomplish also."

"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 man."

"John, look! What is it, a man?"

"What is it, John?"

"I do not know, Alice, it is too dark to see so far, and it may have been but a shadow cast by the rising moon."

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

"Close and bolt the door, Alice. I can finish this fellow with my ax. Back, Alice! For God's sake, go back."

"O, John, it is so good to be really home! I have had an awful dream, dear. I thought we were no longer in London, but in some horrible place where great beasts attacked us."

"There, there, Alice, try to sleep again, and do not worry your head about bad dreams."

"He will never be a great ape. Always will you have to carry him and protect him. What good will he be to the tribe? None; only a burden. Let us leave him quietly sleeping among the tall grasses, that you may bear other and stronger apes to guard us in our old age."

"Never, Broken Nose. If I must carry him forever, so be it."

"I am Tarzan! I am a great killer. Let all respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother. There be none among you as mighty as Tarzan. Let his enemies beware."


"Look! 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--"

"Come down, Tarzan, great killer. Come down and feel the fangs of a greater! Do mighty fighters fly to the trees at the first approach of danger?"

"KA-GODA? Do you surrender? KA-GODA?"


"Listen, I am Tarzan, King of the Apes, mighty hunter, mighty fighter. In all the jungle there is none so great. You have said: `KA-GODA' to me. All the tribe have heard. Quarrel no more with your king or your people, for next time I shall kill you. Do you understand?"


"And you are satisfied?"


"You have seen again to-day that Tarzan of the Apes is the greatest among you."

"HUH, Tarzan is great."

"Tarzan, 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 choose another to rule you, for Tarzan will not return."

"You tell us this great story, because you do not dare to speak the truth. You do not dare admit that when the lion sprang upon Mirando you ran away and left him. You are cowards."

"Ho, mates! What's here? This sign was not posted an hour ago or I'll eat the cook. Hi, perfesser, step for'rd and read the bloomin' notis."

"Most remarkable--most remarkable!"

"Hi, old fossil, 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."

"Oh, yes, my dear sir, a thousand pardons. It was quite thoughtless of me, yes--very thoughtless. Most remarkable--most remarkable!"

"Read it out loud, you blithering old idiot."


"Who the devil is Tarzan?"

"He evidently speaks English."

"But what does `Tarzan of the Apes' mean?"

"I do not know, Miss Porter, 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, Professor Porter?"

"Ah, yes, indeed; yes indeed--most remarkable, most remarkable! But I can add nothing further to what I have already remarked in elucidation of this truly momentous occurrence,"

"But, papa, you haven't said anything about it yet."

"Tut, tut, child; tut, tut. do not trouble your pretty head with such weighty and abstruse problems,"

"I reckon the daffy old bounder don't know no more'n we do about it,"

"Keep a civil tongue in your head. 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 hands--guns or no guns. You damned coward. You'd never dare shoot a man until his back was turned. You don't dare shoot me even then."

"Who could it have been?"

"I dare say Tarzan of the Apes is watching us all right. 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! What's to be done, Miss Porter? 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 absent-mindedness."

"I quite agree with you 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 impractical."

"I have it! You can use a revolver, can't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"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."

"What horrible place are we in? Stop, Esmeralda, stop it this minute! You are only making it worse."

"Hush! Hush, Esmeralda. God! Look, Esmeralda! For God's sake, what shall we do? Look! Quick! The window!"

"Oh, Gaberelle!"

"Esmeralda! Esmeralda! Help me, or we are lost."

"O Gaberelle! O Gaberelle!"

"Cecil--Mr. Clayton! Oh, what is it? What is it?"

"What was that awful noise?"

"It was the cry of the kill from the throat of the man who has just saved your life, Miss Porter. Wait, I will fetch him so you may thank him."

"What a frightful sound! I shudder at the mere thought of it. Do not tell me that a human throat voiced that hideous and fearsome shriek."

"But it did, Miss Porter, or at least if not a human throat that of a forest god. I cannot make it out at all. At first I thought he might be Tarzan of the Apes; but he neither speaks nor understands English, so that theory is untenable."

"Well, whatever he may be, we owe him our lives, and may God bless him and keep him in safety in his wild and savage jungle!"


"For the good Lord's sake, ain't I dead?"

"But, my dear professor I still maintain that but for the victories of Ferdinand and Isabella over the fifteenth-century 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, broad-minded, liberal race of agriculturists, artisans and merchants--the very type of people that has made possible such civilization as we find today in America and Europe--while the Spaniards--"

"Tut, tut, dear Mr. Philander, their religion positively precluded the possibilities you suggest. Moslemism was, is, and always will be, a blight on that scientific progress which has marked--"

"Bless me! Professor there seems to be someone approaching."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander. 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 genus FELIS. As I was saying, Mr.--"

"Heavens, Professor, a lion?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Philander, if you insist upon employing slang in your discourse, a `lion.' But as I was saying--"

"Bless me, Professor, 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 yon FELIS CARNIVORA which distance proverbially is credited with lending."

"Most reprehensible, most reprehensible. 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 adjacent zoological garden."

"Quite right, Professor, and the sooner it is done the better. Let us start now."

"As I was saying, Mr. Philander--"

"He is following us!"

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, 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 antics? Pray let us proceed with more decorum. As I was saying, Mr. Philander-- 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 interrupted me, the Moors--"

"Professor Archimedes Q. Porter, 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 long-suffering patience the worm will turn."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut! 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."

"Look here, Skinny Philander, 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 Porky Evans' barn."

"Ark! 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."

"Forgive me, Skinny. 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. You certainly pulled me up into this tree just in time. I want to thank you. You saved my life."

"But I didn't pull you up here, Professor. Bless me! The excitement of the moment quite caused me to forget that I myself was drawn up here by some outside agency--there must be someone or something in this tree with us."

"Eh? Are you quite positive, Mr. Philander?"

"Most positive, Professor, and I think we should thank the party. He may be sitting right next to you now, Professor."

"Eh? What's that? Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut!"

"Even the lion trembles in fear."

"Most remarkable, most remarkable. Most remarkable, most remarkable."

"Thank God, Professor, you are not dead, then?"

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut. I do not know with accuracy as yet. Most remarkable, most remarkable,"

"To whom are you signaling, Professor?"

"Most remarkable. It remains intact."

"How sad!"

"Concussion of the brain, superinducing total mental aberration. How very sad indeed! and for one still so young!"

"They are all here. Most remarkable! Tut, tut, Mr. Philander; this is no time to indulge in slothful ease. We must be up and doing. Good evening, sir!"

"I think it the better part of discretion to follow him."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander. 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 shall continue south."

"But, Professor Porter, this man may know better than either of us. He seems to be indigenous to this part of the world. Let us at least follow him for a short distance."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander. 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 of Africa to reach my destination. Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, it is most unbeseeming in you to submit to such indignities. Most remarkable, most remarkable! 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 when in need of wise counsel."

"Had you seen him devour the raw meat of the lion, Esmeralda, you would have thought him a very material angel."

"There was nothing heavenly about his voice."

"Nor did it precisely comport with my preconceived ideas of the dignity of divine messengers when the--ah--gentleman tied two highly respectable and erudite scholars neck to neck and dragged them through the jungle as though they had been cows."

"Why, Mr. Clayton, what does this mean? Here are the names of some of your own people in these books."

"And here, 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?"

"There is but one way to account for it, Miss Porter. 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."

"The beautiful Lady Alice, of whose many virtues and remarkable personal charms I often have heard my mother and father speak. Poor woman."

"Most remarkable, most remarkable."

"Bless me, we must acquaint Mr. Clayton with our discovery at once."

"Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut! 'Let the dead past bury its dead.'"

"Look at them low down white trash out there! They-all's a desecrating us, right here on this here perverted island."

"They promised to leave us firearms and ammunition. The merciless beasts!"

"It is the work of that fellow they call Snipes, I am sure. 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 for before they left us to our fate."

"I regret that they did not visit us before sailing. I had proposed requesting them to leave the treasure with us, as I shall be a ruined man if that is lost."

"Never mind, dear. It wouldn't have done any good, because it is solely for the treasure that they killed their officers and landed us upon this awful shore."

"Tut, tut, child, tut, tut! You are a good child, but inexperienced in practical matters,"

"Please don't let him wander off again as he did yesterday. We depend upon you, you know, to keep a close watch upon him."

"He becomes more difficult to handle each day. 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, Miss Jane, you don't know what I have to contend with."

"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 judgment. The poor dear cannot differentiate between erudition and wisdom."

"Here is a good place."

"It is as good as any."

"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 come back and enjoy it later."

"Hurry, you!"

"Stow it!"

"You're no admiral, you damned shrimp."

"I'm Cap'n here, though, I'll have you to understand, you swab."

"Steady, boys,"

"It ain't goin' to get us nothing by fightin' amongst ourselves."

"Right enough, but it ain't a-goin' to get nobody nothin' to put on airs in this bloomin' company neither."

"You fellows dig here, And while you're diggin', Peter kin be a-makin' of a map of the location so's we kin find it again. You, Tom, and Bill, take a couple more down and fetch up the chest."

"Wot are you a-goin' to do? Just boss?"

"Git busy there. You didn't think your Cap'n was a-goin' to dig with a shovel, did you?"

"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 all-fired bad as that."

"Not by a damned sight."

"Then, by God, if you won't take a shovel you'll take a pickax. Served the skunk jolly well right. It might 'elp fool any as 'appened to be diggin' 'ereabouts,"

"And to think, that uncanny thing was probably watching me all the time that I was writing--oo! It makes me shudder just to think of it."

"But he must be friendly, 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 night, for I just found the carcass of a wild boar there as I came out."

"Esmeralda! Esmeralda! For God's sake, where is Miss Porter? What has happened? Esmeralda!"

"Oh, Gaberelle!"

"What shall we do, Mr. Clayton? Where shall we look? God could not have been so cruel as to take my little girl away from me now."

"We must arouse Esmeralda first. She can tell us what has happened. Esmeralda!"

"O Gaberelle, I want to die! Let me die, dear Lord, don't let me see that awful face again."

"Come, come, Esmeralda."

"The Lord isn't here; it's Mr. Clayton. Open your eyes. O Gaberelle! Thank the Lord.

"Where's Miss Porter? What happened?"

"Ain't Miss Jane here? Oh, Lord, now I remember! It must have took her away."

"What took her away?"

"A great big giant all covered with hair."

"A gorilla, Esmeralda?"

"I thought it was the devil; but I guess it must have been one of them gorilephants. Oh, my poor baby, my poor little honey,"

"I shall lie down now and try to sleep. Early to-morrow, 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."

"I shall go with you, of course."

"I knew that you would offer--that 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 abroad, it will find us together in death, as it has always found us in life. No; it is I alone who may go, for she was my daughter-- all that was left on earth for me to love."

"I shall go with you.".

"As you wish."

"You may count on me, also."

"No, my dear old friend. We may not all go. It would be cruelly wicked to leave poor Esmeralda here alone, and three of us would be no more successful than one. There be enough dead things in the cruel forest as it is. Come--let us try to sleep a little."

"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."

"Monsieur Clayton, I presume?"

"Thank God, you have come! And it may be that it is not too late even now."

"What do you mean, Monsieur?"


"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."

"I wish you spoke English. Anyway, you understand my German as well as they did in Berlin."

"I love you--I love you. Come back to me. I shall wait for you--always."

"Quickly, Esmeralda! Let us seek safety within; it is a lioness. Bless me! Bless me! Esmeralda! Esmeralda! Let me in. I am being devoured by a lion. Jane! Jane Porter. Bless me! and alive. Bless me! Where did you come from? Where in the world have you been? How--"

"Mercy, Mr. Philander, I can never remember so many questions."

"Well, well. 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 you."

"Jane! God has been good to us, indeed. Tell me how you escaped--what form Providence took to save you for--us."

"Mr. Clayton, first let me thank you for your chivalrous loyalty to my dear father. He has told me how noble and self-sacrificing you have been. How can we repay you!"

"I am already repaid. 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 grief--the greatest I have ever known. But his was so hopeless--his was pitiful. It taught me that no love, not even that of a man for his wife may be so deep and terrible and self-sacrificing as the love of a father for his daughter."

"Where is the forest man who went to rescue you? Why did he not return?"

"I do not understand. Whom do you mean?"

"He who has saved each of us--who saved me from the gorilla."

"Oh! It was he who rescued you? You have not told me anything of your adventure, you know."

"But the wood man, 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. I know he went to aid you."

"We did not see him. He did not join us. Possibly he joined his own tribe--the men who attacked us."

"No! It could not be. They were savages."

"He is a strange, half-savage creature of the jungle, Miss Porter. We know nothing of him. He neither speaks nor understands any European tongue--and his ornaments and weapons are those of the West Coast savages. 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 savage--he may even be a cannibal."

"I will not believe it. It is not true. You shall see 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 gentleman."

"Possibly you are right, Miss Porter, but I do not think that any of us need worry about our carrion-eating acquaintance. The chances are that he is some half-demented 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."

"Beast? Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours."

"No, Monsieur, 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 and a gentleman--a title conferred on many, but deserved by so few. He did not die futilely, for his death in the cause of a strange American girl will make us, his comrades, face our ends the more bravely, however they may come to us."

"The poor lieutenant? Did you find no trace of him?"

"We were too late, Miss Porter."

"Tell me. What had happened?"

"I cannot, Miss Porter, it is too horrible."

"You do not mean that they had tortured him?"

"We do not know what they did to him BEFORE they killed him,"

"BEFORE they killed him! What do you mean? They are not--? They are not--?"

"Yes, Miss Porter, they were--cannibals. When your forest god left you he was doubtless hurrying to the feast."

"There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr. Clayton, and I regret that I am not a man, that I might make it."

"Upon my word, she called me a liar. And I fancy I jolly well deserved it. Clayton, my boy, I know you are tired out and unstrung, but that's no reason why you should make an ass of yourself. You'd better go to bed."

"Esmeralda! Wake up! You make me so irritable, sleeping there peacefully when you know perfectly well that the world is filled with sorrow."

"Gaberelle! 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 worse awake."

"Yes honey, but what's the matter with you, precious? You acts sort of disgranulated this evening."

"Oh, Esmeralda, I'm just plain ugly to-night. Don't pay any attention to me--that'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 about--Lord, it ain't no wonder we all get nervous prosecution."

"Yes, I read English. I speak it also. Now we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you have done for me."

"MON DIEU! If you are English why is it then that you cannot speak English?"

"MAIS OUI. They must intend returning. Here are two messages for you, Tarzan of the Apes. MON DIEU! He has left me. I feel it. He has gone back into his jungle and left me here alone. What are you, Tarzan? An ape or a man? 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 your whim to go elsewhere. If you are a man, you will return to protect your kind. You will not run away from one of your own people, because one of them has run away from you."

"`Never to return,'"

"No, I shall not go, nor should you, for there are two friends in that jungle who will come out of it some day expecting to find us awaiting them. Your officer, Captain Dufranne, is one of them, and the forest man who has saved the lives of every member of my father's party is the other. 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 now--the 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 to follow his captors further than the village which your sailors attacked."

"But poor D'Arnot's uniform and all his belongings were found in that village, Miss Porter, 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 possession--why more civilized peoples than these poor savage negroes strip their prisoners of every article of value whether they intend killing them or not. Even the soldiers of my own dear South looted not only the living but the dead. It is strong circumstantial evidence, I will admit, but it is not positive proof."

"Possibly your forest man, himself was captured or killed by the savages."

"You do not know him"

" I admit that he would be worth waiting for, this superman of yours. I most certainly should like to see him."

"Then wait for him, my dear captain, for I intend doing so."

"We were just discussing poor Paul's fate. Miss Porter insists that we have no absolute proof of his death--nor 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 wounded, or still is a prisoner in a more distant native village."

"It has been suggested, that the wild man may have been a member of the tribe of blacks who attacked our party--that he was hastening to aid THEM--his own people."

"It seems vastly more reasonable."

"I do not agree with you. 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 protector and provider."

"That is true, 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, possibly a member of this tribe."

"Otherwise, 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 African weapons."

"You are judging him according to your own standards, gentlemen. An ordinary white man such as any of you--pardon me, I did not mean just that--rather, 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 day-old babe; and his courage and ferocity in battle are those of the wild beast."

"He has certainly won a loyal champion, Miss Porter. 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 tributes of one even half so loyal--or so beautiful."

"You would not wonder that I defend him, could you have seen him as I saw him, battling in my behalf with that huge hairy brute. Could you have seen him charge the monster as a bull might charge a grizzly--absolutely without sign of fear or hesitation--you would have believed him more than human. Could you have seen those mighty muscles knotting under the brown skin--could you have seen them force back those awful fangs--you too would have thought him invincible. And could you have seen the chivalrous treatment which he accorded a strange girl of a strange race, you would feel the same absolute confidence in him that I feel."

"You have won your suit, my fair pleader. 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, 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 you tell me THAT, honey."

"Why, Esmeralda! You should be ashamed of yourself. Is this any way to show your gratitude to the man who saved your life twice?"

"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 noises that come out of that jumble after dark."

"I don't blame you a bit, Esmeralda, 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, lonesome noises."

"You and Esmeralda had better go and live on the cruiser."

"What would you think if you HAD to live all of your life in that jungle as our forest man has done?"

"I'm afraid I'd be a blooming bounder as a wild man. 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. I never thought much about fear and that sort of thing--never 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 noises--the ones that you heard suddenly close by and then listened vainly for a repetition of--the 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 noises--and the eyes. MON DIEU! I shall see them in the dark forever--the eyes that you see, and those that you don't see, but feel--ah, they are the worst."

"And he is out there. Those eyes will be glaring at him to-night, and at your comrade Lieutenant D'Arnot. Can you leave them, gentlemen, without at least rendering them the passive succor which remaining here a few days longer might insure them?"

"Tut, tut, child. Captain Dufranne is willing to remain, and for my part I am perfectly willing, perfectly willing--as I always have been to humor your childish whims."

"We can utilize the morrow in recovering the chest, Professor."

"Quite so, quite so, Mr. Philander, I had almost forgotten the treasure. Possibly we can borrow some men from Captain Dufranne to assist us, and one of the prisoners to point out the location of the chest."

"Most assuredly, my dear Professor, we are all yours to command."

"Where is the treasure?"


"Gone! It cannot be. Who could have taken it?"

"God only knows, Professor. 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."

"But who could have taken it?"

"Suspicion might naturally fall on the men of the cruiser, but for the fact that sub-lieutenant Janviers here assures me that no men have had shore leave--that 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."

It would never have occurred to me to suspect the men to whom we owe so much, I would as soon suspect my dear Clayton here, or Mr. Philander."

"The treasure has been gone for some time. 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 when we first uncovered it."

"There must have been several in the party. You remember that it took four men to carry it."

"By jove! 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. The chest is gone. We shall never see it again, nor the treasure that was in it."

"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 you--forever."

"It is nothing."

"I have given my heart to another."

"Where is America?"

"Many thousands of miles across the ocean. Why?"

"I am going there."

"It is impossible, my friend."

"I have never quite understood all this; explain it to me, please."

"Now point out America. You see it is not so very far, scarce the width of my hand."

"This little mark is many times larger upon this map than your cabin is upon the earth. Do you see now how very far it is?"

"Do any white men live in Africa?"


"Where are the nearest?"

"So close?"

"Yes, but it is not close."

"Have they big boats to cross the ocean?"


"We shall go there to-morrow,"

"It is too far. We should die long before we reached them."

"Do you wish to stay here then forever?"


"Then we shall start to-morrow. I do not like it here longer. I should rather die than remain here."

"Well, I do not know, my friend, but that I also would rather die than remain here. If you go, I shall go with you."

"It is settled then, I shall start for America to-morrow."

"How will you get to America without money?"

"What is money? How do men get money?"

"They work for it."

"Very well. I will work for it, then."

"No, my friend, you need not worry about money, nor need you work for it. I have enough money for two--enough for twenty. Much more than is good for one man and you shall have all you need if ever we reach civilization."

"But you must learn to eat cooked food, my friend, no civilized men eat raw flesh."

"There will be time enough when I reach civilization, I do not like the things and they only spoil the taste of good meat."

"You must not eat like a brute, Tarzan, while I am trying to make a gentleman of you. MON DIEU! Gentlemen do not thus--it is terrible."

"It must be the treasure chest of Professor Porter. It is too bad, but of course you did not know."

"To-morrow we shall go back after it."

"Go back? 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. You may go on toward civilization, and I will return for the treasure. I can go very much faster alone."

"I have a better plan, Tarzan. 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. 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 animal greater than the mighty beasts of your jungle. 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 have lasted in the savage wilderness?"

"You are right, D'Arnot, for if Kerchak had come to Tublat's aid that night at the Dum-Dum, 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 meals, she would never gather any ahead. 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."

"Then you knew your mother, Tarzan?"

"Yes. She was a great, fine ape, larger than I, and weighing twice as much."

"And your father?"

"I did not know him. Kala told me he was a white ape, and hairless like myself. I know now that he must have been a white man."

"Tarzan, 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 not--you are pure man, and, I should say, the offspring of highly bred and intelligent parents. Have you not the slightest clue to your past?"

"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 in a language other than English. Possibly you can read it."

"It is the diary of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, an English nobleman, and it is written in French. Well! Tarzan of the Apes, what think you? Does not this little book clear up the mystery of your parentage? Why man, you are Lord Greystoke."

"The book speaks of but one child. 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 mother, beside the cabin. No, that was the babe the book speaks of--and 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 the truth,"

"What would you do, Tarzan?"

"They will try to kill us if they see us. I prefer to be the killer."

"Maybe they are friends."

"They are black."

"You must not, Tarzan! White men do not kill wantonly. MON DIEU! but you have much to learn. I pity the ruffian who crosses you, my wild man, when I take you to Paris. I will have my hands full keeping your neck from beneath the guillotine."

"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 Madame Numa; eh?"

"Wait until the blacks spring upon you, then you may kill them. Do not assume that men are your enemies until they prove it."

"Come, let us go and present ourselves to be killed,"

"Do not fire! We are friends!"

"Halt, then!"

"Stop, Tarzan!"

"He thinks we are enemies."

"What manner of men are you?"

"White men. We have been lost in the jungle for a long time."

"I am Father Constantine of the French Mission here. And I am glad to welcome you."

"This is Monsieur Tarzan, Father Constantine, and I am Paul D'Arnot, of the French Navy."

"God made you a gentleman at heart, my friend, but we want His works to show upon the exterior also."

"Monsieur Tarzan has not expressed himself. A man of his prowess who has spent some time in Africa, as I understand Monsieur Tarzan has, must have had experiences with lions--yes?"

"Some. Enough to know that each of you are right in your judgment of the characteristics of the lions--you 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 over-timid--he runs away from us. To-morrow we may meet his uncle or his twin brother, and our friends wonder why we do not return from the jungle. For myself, I always assume that a lion is ferocious, and so I am never caught off my guard."

"There would be little pleasure in hunting if one is afraid of the thing he hunts. I do not exactly understand what you mean by fear. 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 would be lessened in proportion to the increased safety which I felt."

"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,"

"And a piece of rope."

"There is your opportunity, Monsieur Tarzan."

"I am not hungry."

"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 rope. Is it not so?"

"No. Only a fool performs any act without reason."

"Five thousand francs is a reason."

"I wager you that amount you cannot bring back a lion from the jungle under the conditions we have named--naked and armed only with a knife and a piece of rope."

"Make it ten thousand."


"I shall have to leave my clothes at the edge of the settlement, so that if I do not return before daylight I shall have something to wear through the streets."

"You are not going now at night?"

"Why not? Numa walks abroad at night --it will be easier to find him."

"No, I do not want your blood upon my hands. It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day."

"I shall go now,"

"I will accede that you have won, and the ten thousand francs are yours if you will but give up this foolish attempt, which can only end in your death."

"MON DIEU, I can endure it no longer. I am going into the jungle with my express and bring back that mad man."

"I will go with you."

"And I"--"And I"--"And I,"

"God! What was that?"

"I heard the same thing once before, when I was in the gorilla country. My carriers said it was the cry of a great bull ape who has made a kill."

"But of what value are these imprints when, after a few years the lines upon the fingers are entirely changed by the wearing out of the old tissue and the growth of new?"

"The lines never change. 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! I wonder what the lines upon my own fingers may resemble."

"We can soon see."

"Now, you shall have your fingerprints in a second."

"Place the four fingers of your right hand upon the glass, thus. Now the thumb. That is right. Now place them in just the same position upon this card, here, no--a 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."

"Come, Tarzan, let's see what your whorls look like."

"Do fingerprints show racial characteristics? Could you determine, for example, solely from fingerprints whether the subject was Negro or Caucasian?"

"I think not."

"Could the finger prints of an ape be detected from those of a man?"

"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?"

"Yes, I should think likely, "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 other than the one which originally made it."

"Does the comparison require much time or labor?"

"Ordinarily but a few moments, if the impressions are distinct."

"Are these imprints similar to mine or Monsieur Tarzan's or can you say that they are identical with either?"

"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."

"Go ahead, captain, with your examination, we will tell you the story later--provided Monsieur Tarzan is agreeable."

"But you are mad, my dear D'Arnot, Those little fingers are buried on the west coast of Africa."

"I do not know as to that, Tarzan. 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 Clayton had ever set foot?"

"You forget--Kala."

"I do not even consider her."

"Gentlemen, 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 Desquerc, our expert returns. It will be but a matter of a few days."

"I had hoped to know at once. Monsieur Tarzan sails for America tomorrow."

"I will promise that you can cable him a report within two weeks but what it will be I dare not say. There are resemblances, yet--well, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc to solve."

"Ah, Mr. Canler!"

"Good evening, my dear Professor.

"Who admitted you?"


"Then she will acquaint Jane with the fact that you are here."

"No, Professor, for I came primarily to see you."

"Ah, I am honored."

"Professor, I have come this evening to speak with you about Jane. You know my aspirations, and you have been generous enough to approve my suit. But Jane, 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 good-by."

"Tut, tut. Tut, tut, Mr. Canler. Jane is a most obedient daughter. She will do precisely as I tell her."

"Then I can still count on your support?"

asked Canler, a tone of relief marking his voice.

"Certainly, sir; certainly, sir! How could you doubt it?"

"There is young Clayton, you know. 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, and it might not be strange,--if he finally won her, unless--"

"Tut--tut, Mr. Canler; unless--what?"

"Unless, you see fit to request that Jane and I be married at once."

"I have already suggested to Jane that it would be desirable, for we can no longer afford to keep up this house, and live as her associations demand."

"What was her reply?"

"She said she was not ready to marry anyone yet, and that we could go and live upon the farm in northern Wisconsin which her mother left her. It is a little more than self-supporting. 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 have already gone to get things in readiness for us."

"Clayton has gone there?"

"Why was I not told? I would gladly have gone and seen that every comfort was provided."

"Jane feels that we are already too much in your debt, Mr. Canler."

"Oh, I beg your pardon! I thought you were alone, papa."

"It is only I, Jane, won't you come in and join the family group? We were just speaking of you."

"Thank you. 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 carried it to Africa, if I had not put my foot down."

"Was Tobey here?"

"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! Excuse me just a moment, children."

"See here, Jane. 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. Your father wishes it, you know."

"Yes, I know. Do you realize that you are buying me, Mr. Canler? 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 hair-brained escapade, which but for a most mysterious circumstance would have been surprisingly successful. 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 security--unless 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 the one best way to force me to marry you, without seeming to force me. 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 know you. I shall certainly marry you if there is no other way, but let us understand each other once and for all."

"You surprise me, Jane. I thought you had more self-control --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, I am going to have you, and that is all that interests me."

"Why, Mr. Clayton, what have you done?"

"S-sh. 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. Why do you want to put me under such terrible obligations?"

"Don't, Jane, 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 pleasure at least?"

"I do believe you, Mr. Clayton, because I know you are big enough and generous enough to have done it just for him--and, oh Cecil, I wish I might repay you as you deserve--as you would wish."

"Why can't you, Jane?"

"Because I love another."



"But you are going to marry him. He told me as much before I left Baltimore."

"I do not love him."

"Is it because of the money, Jane?"

"Then am I so much less desirable than Canler? I have money enough, and far more, for every need."

"I do not love you, Cecil, 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, alone--with my respect and friendship, than with me and my contempt."

"My God, Clayton, are you all mad here? Don't you know you are nearly surrounded by fire? Where is Miss Porter?"

"Scott! Jane! Jane! where are you?"

"Where is Miss Jane?"

"Oh, Gaberelle, Mister Clayton, she done gone for a walk."

"Hasn't she come back yet? Which way did she go?"

"Down that road."

"Put these people in the other car, I saw one as I drove up--and get them out of here by the north road. 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."

"Who was that?"

"I do not know. He called me by name and he knew Jane, for he asked for her. And he called Esmeralda by name. There was something most startlingly familiar about him, and yet, bless me, I know I never saw him before."

"Tut, tut! Most remarkable! Who could it have been, and why do I feel that Jane is safe, now that he has set out in search of her?"

"I can't tell you, Professor, but I know I have the same uncanny feeling. But come, we must get out of here ourselves, or we shall be shut off."

"Jane! Jane Porter!"

"Here! Here! In the roadway!"

"My forest man! No, I must be delerious!"

"Yes, your man, Jane Porter. Your savage, primeval man come out of the jungle to claim his mate--the woman who ran away from him."

"I did not run away, I would only consent to leave when they had waited a week for you to return. Why did you not return?"

"I was nursing D'Arnot. He was badly wounded."

"Ah, I knew it! They said you had gone to join the blacks--that they were your people."

"But you did not believe them, Jane?"

"No;--what shall I call you? What is your name?"

"I was Tarzan of the Apes when you first knew me."

"Tarzan of the Apes! And that was your note I answered when I left?"

"Yes, whose did you think it was?"

"I did not know; only that it could not be yours, for Tarzan of the Apes had written in English, and you could not understand a word of any language."

"It is a long story, but it was I who wrote what I could not speak--and now D'Arnot has made matters worse by teaching me to speak French instead of English. Come, 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 another--you might have meant me?"

"I might have, but in Baltimoreľ"

"Oh, how I have searched for you--they told me you would possibly be married by now. That a man named Canler had come up here to wed you. Is that true?"


"Do you love him?"


"Do you love me?"

"I am promised to another. I cannot answer you, Tarzan of the Apes."

"You have answered. Now, tell me why you would marry one you do not love."

"My father owes him money."

"If your father had not lost the treasure you would not feel forced to keep your promise to this man Canler?"

"I could ask him to release me."

"And if he refused?"

"I have given my promise."

"Suppose I should ask him?"

"He would scarcely accede to the demand of a stranger, especially one who wanted me himself."

"Terkoz did."

"This is not the African jungle. You are no longer a savage beast. You are a gentleman, and gentlemen do not kill in cold blood."

"I am still a wild beast at heart. Jane, if you were free, would you marry me? You do not answer. Do you shrink from wounding me?"

"I do not know what answer to make, I do not know my own mind."

"You do not love me, then?"

"Do not ask me. You will be happier without me. You were never meant for the formal restrictions and conventionalities of society--civilization would become irksome to you, and in a little while you would long for the freedom of your old life--a life to which I am as totally unfitted as you to mine."

"I think I understand you. I shall not urge you, for I would rather see you happy than to be happy myself. I see now that you could not be happy with--an ape."

"Don't, don't say that. You do not understand."

"How can we ever thank you? 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 known you well under very different conditions a long time ago."

"You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton. 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."

"But who are you?"

"Tarzan of the Apes."

"By Jove!"

"It is true."

"Bless me! It is Mr. Canler. I had hoped, er--I had thought or--er--how very happy we should be that he was not caught in the fire."

"Tut, tut! Mr. Philander! 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 silence."

"Bless me, yes! But who is the clerical appearing gentleman with him?"

"Thank God! 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."

"Mr. Canler, this is Monsieur Tarzan, an old friend."

"This is the Reverend Mr. Tousley, Jane, Mr. Tousley, Miss Porter. We can have the ceremony at once, Jane, then you and I can catch the midnight train in town."

"Can't we wait a few days? I am all unstrung. I have been through so much today."

"We have waited as long as I intend to wait. 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,"

"For my sake!"

"Do you wish this to live?"

"I do not wish him to die at your hands, my friend. I do not wish you to become a murderer."

"Do you release her from her promise? It is the price of your life. Will you go away and never molest her further? May I speak with you for a moment, alone?"

"Wait, 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 regardless of our personal likes or dislikes, sir, that promise must be kept."

"I interfered, Professor Porter, because your daughter does not love Mr. Canler--she does not wish to marry him. That is enough for me to know."

"You do not know what you have done. Now he will doubtless refuse to marry her."

"He most certainly will, and further, you need not fear that your pride will suffer, Professor Porter, for you will be able to pay the Canler person what you owe him the moment you reach home."

"Tut, tut, sir! What do you mean, sir?"

"Your treasure has been found."

"What--what is that you are saying? 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, ape-like, 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 have brought a letter of credit instead. Here it is, Professor Porter, two hundred and forty-one 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 you, should you prefer the treasure to the credit."

"To the already great burden of the obligations we owe you, sir, is now added this greatest of all services. You have given me the means to save my honor."

"Pardon me, 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."

"Bless me! 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 me! But it is most remarkable."

"Yes, Mr. Philander, do you recall any of the details of the finding and burying of three skeletons found in my cabin beside that African jungle?"

"Very distinctly, sir, very distinctly."

"Was there anything peculiar about any of those skeletons?"

"Why do you ask?"

"It means a great deal to me to know. 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 knowledge--were the three skeletons you buried all human skeletons?"

"No, the smallest one, the one found in the crib, was the skeleton of an anthropoid ape."

"Thank you."

"You are free now, Jane. Won't you say yes--I will devote my life to making you very happy."


"You are free now, Jane, and I have come across the ages out of the dim and distant past from the lair of the primeval man to claim you--for your sake I have become a civilized man--for your sake I have crossed oceans and continents--for your sake I will be whatever you will me to be. I can make you happy, Jane, in the life you know and love best. Will you marry me?"

"What can we do? 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 what will be for your eventual welfare."

"I cannot tell him, Tarzan. 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 it--and you must help me bear the burden, though we may not see each other again after tonight."

"I am Monsieur Tarzan."

"Here is a message for you, forwarded from Baltimore; it is a cablegram from Paris."

"I say, old man, I haven't had a chance to thank you for all you've done for us. It seems as though you had your hands full saving our lives in Africa and here. I'm awfully glad you came on here. We must get better acquainted. I often thought about you, you know, and the remarkable circumstances of your environment. If it's any of my business, how the devil did you ever get into that bally jungle?"

"I was born there. My mother was an Ape, and of course she couldn't tell me much about it. I never knew who my father was."