 Tarzan and the Diamond of Archer! In the Belgian cargo on the bank of a tributary of the Ubangi River, the Tarzan-Gregary safari rests for a day. Tarzan, Darno, Gregory and Larson go for a swim in the river, while Helen and Magra mend their trail-torn clothing. Wolf realizes that he has been drugged by a very drink he had put in Gregory's canteen. His sullen brain decides that the native witch doctor tricked him. With his whip he strides to the old man's tent. Again and again the cruel black snake lash cuts into human flesh. Suddenly the German's arm is seized in mid-air and like a top he is spun around to look into the stern face of Tarzan. Evil Tarzan! Oh, let go! My arm! My arm! Give me that whip. Oh, you almost twisted my arm! That's what I should have done. I warned you against whipping the native's wolf. Well, this fellow is a troublemaker. He is what? Well, he's a bad one. I caught him telling the blacks that they should ask for more pay or his dessert. Mbule, is that the truth? No, Buona. Caprice, Caprice. White man talk talk with two tongues. I tell you, Tarzan, I heard him. You're tabulous lying. Mbule, tell the truth. Wolf, I don't believe your story. Oh, the black boy's word is better than mine. All right. But remember, I warned you. I know these natives. They're good boys unless some white man stirs them up and whipping their witch man is the way to do it. I don't agree with you. You're all bad. What they need is to lash. Understand me, Wolf. Once and for all, if you ever beat a native again, I'll take the whip and give you a taste of the same medicine. Is that clear? Yeah, yeah, I understand. With the whip still in his hand, Tarzan leaves the crude shelter and walks toward the group of whites. Wolf stands watching his retreating back. The Germans faces red with suppressed rage. He turns to the old witch doctor, still cowering on the ground. Listen, Mbule, maybe, maybe I was wrong. Maybe, maybe you didn't give me that sleeping stuff. Mbule, talk true. Now give Mbung-chai. Wanna look see more place along with the man. Mbule, no doof. Well, all right then. Anyway, we forget the business. Mbule, Jimmy, how are you? That is good. Mbule, forget the business. Good. Now, have you talked, talked along, boys? Mbule, talk, talk, long, boys. All ready for go when one, I say. Fine. And remember, when I give the word, take everything, everything you can lay hands on, and get out. Mbule, tell me, what the mission go back long tail to Hoderibwana? He give plenty salt, plenty fire water. Ah, that's right, Mbule. That's right. You got the idea. Wolf leaves the old voodoo man and sets out along the back trail. The crimson flood of anger aroused against Tarzan still races through his veins. He shakes his head and growls out a string of guttural oaths as his long legs cover the ground at a rapid pace. His eyes cast down, he stalks along oblivious to his surroundings. Suddenly, his hunter instinct warns him that he is not alone. He halts abruptly, looks up to watch the unexpected approach of Atan Tom. Well, I am fortunate, Wolf. I had not hoped to find you alone so easily. What brings you back? Well, I was beginning to get worried about your coming up, I mean. The stop. Yes, one of my scouts put at your party as in camp. I came to find out why. Ah, it's the same trouble you always have when you got beaming on a safari. The Gregory girl and marker, they had to stop and rest. Oh, logical reason to pause on a long safari. Yeah, yeah. How close are you behind us, Wolf? Just a short distance now. Well, don't come any closer. It might even be a good idea to move back a little. Why? You appear to be afraid of something or someone. I'm not afraid. I'm just careful. Dispelatasse. Ah, I see. You may be a clever man, Tom, but this is one time that you make a mistake. Yes? In what way? Brian Gregory was an American, wasn't he? I believe so. Well, do they wear leopard skins and kill lion's knives in the States? No? Yes. Yes, I've heard these fanciful tales from Laltas. Brian Gregory is a strong man, no doubt. But he isn't capable of performing any such feat as that. And I never knew him to clothe himself in the skin of a wild beast. Never did lest his tar santos. But if you still think young Gregory could do such things, he is something else. Another triumph of jungle strength? Ah, you give it a name. You know this Frenchman who is always with Tarzan? I know that such a one is with the party. He is the big fellow's closest friend. He knows all about his past life. All right. After that lion kill, everybody wanted to know what Tarzan's background was. That's early. I should like to know myself. Well, he wouldn't say anything but his lieutenant Darno. He told a story. Don't know better. You and Laltas cover fondness for recounting weird tales, Wolf. But continue. Tarzan comes from the jungle. He was raised by the great apes. Great apes? That is impossible. Tarzan knows the great apes as well as any white man alive. He has followed them for months. He's seen them play and fight and kill. And what has this to do with Tarzan? Well, when Tarzan kills an animal, he puts his foot on it and he lets out a yell. Oh, it sends the chills up and down your back. And that yell is the kill call of the great apes. Yeah. Lassan knows. He has heard it. Don't come any closer, Tom. This ape man might smell you. And if he does... Whoever he may be, Wolf, he cannot wreck my plans. However, I shall watch him. Now, have you prepared the natives of your safari to desert and come to me? Yeah, yeah. All fixed. But you must give them money. You know, schnapps. Oh, they won't stay with you long. They shall take care of that. When you're blacks or with my safari, I shall incite them to the point of attacking and capturing the entire Gregory party. You, of course, will be with them. No, you suspect, will you? They don't want that Tarzan to know that I am giving him to double cause. If we are successful, your pay will be doubled. For this Tarzan... Have no fear. When I have finished with him, he will be as harmless as a babe. As Wolf nears the Gregory camp, following his conversation with Tom, he thoughtfully notes the close group of members of the party. At his approach, they look up expectantly, as if they had been awaiting his return. Councilor Wolf. No, not that bad, Wolf. I have something to say and I waited until we were all together. Well, here I am. What's up? I don't know the purpose of this expedition to search for my brother, Brian. Yes, ma'am, was that Elaine? But you don't all know that I have a map he sent me, showing roughly the route to the place where I think he is. Naturally, this little map is important to father and me. Yeah, sure, Miss Gregory. This Africa, this jungle, is filled with so many dangers all unknown to me. Well, I feel it's no longer safe for me to carry it. Oh, I understand how you feel, Helen. I don't know if he will accept the trust. I have decided to give it to Tarzan. Great idea, Helen. I don't see any need for you to worry, but if it will make you feel easier, I'll take charge of it. Well, here it is and thank you. There now, that's off my mind. Listen, what was that? Tonde? That's where it been. These African storms blew up in a hurry and then passed over just so quick. Not this time, Larson. I've known it was coming for some time. And it's getting so dark. You say you knew it was coming for some time, Tarzan? How could you tell? I can't tell you that, but I've felt it since yesterday. You think it will be more than a past storm, Tarzan? It will be a tornado. Your Usha the Wind is being ready to tear up trees by the roots. I believe you're right, Tarzan. I'm going to see that my tent is big down, good and quiet. Come back as soon as you're through, Wolf. It's going to be a bad one. When Wolf gets back, you go down and stay with the natives. Yeah, sure. Gregory, Dono, take Helen and Margaret to our tent. It's the strongest. And make sure the pegs and ropes are solid. Don't do it, Tarzan. Don't make the pressure come through the water. Conk, Aline, Margaret, feet, feet, feet. As the storm breaks in all its fury, vast cloud balloons of sepia roll over the jungle, discharging a host of liquid clouds. Tarzan and Larson fight their way from tent to tent, making them secure against the fury of the tempers. Wolf soaks the skin, bursts into the old witch doctor's slapping shelter. Dono, come along, big stalker. Yeah, yeah, but who? Have you fixed it with the Wotomishi boys? Are they ready? Wotomishi way from Bully, then go for runway. Good. Tell Dono now. I will see him as soon as I can. Savi? Bully Savi. You come along, Wotomishi. I come later. If you've got the supplies, they can pick them up. Surprised, chocolate and whipped cream. Wotomishi take when Bonna say. And God just listen to that wind and rain. All right, Mbully. Now is the time. Take the supplies and get out. Can do, Bonna. Mbully Savi. Wotomishi, go now. Yeah, yeah. Get all the stuff together you can, and go.