 Tarzan the Beagle, from the nobles by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Mr. Joe and Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold-sealed production coming to you over the World Broadcasting System and Associated Station. Tarzan, after rescuing Jane from the pirate ship, takes her into the jungle with him because he believes that her own party cannot protect her. Meanwhile, Professor Porter's party is captured by the pirates, but Lieutenant Darno escapes and reaches the hut where Jane and Tarzan have returned. Together, Jane, Tarzan, and Darno return to the pirate camp. Pept by a fight among the pirates, they attack and under cover of the battle, Clayton, Philander, Professor Porter, and Francois run for the beach's longboat. Now, are you ready? Into this boat, Professor. If only I could have snatched up a rifle. Tarzan, Tarzan, Mr. Brown will push the boat into the water. It seems foolish to try to escape by boat. Never mind that now, Professor. It's our one hope. Sir, shall I throw this shovel away? No, no, no. Keep it, Professor. It's a poor weapon, but the only one we have at the moment. Let us each take an ore, Mr. Brown. Yes, and each others, except the Professor. Yes, Professor. Will you sit in the sandsheets, please? Sir, really, Clayton, I'm not as ill as that. I can't either. You're a very clear-ass Archimedes, if you'll not argue. Come real quickly, or snipe for one of those pirate-catches. Which way are we to go, Clayton? On the coast towards the hut. But that way we shall be in full sight of the arrow. You'll have to chance it, I believe it. Oh, my sir. What is it, Professor? They're putting over a boat from the arrow. Oh, what rotten luck. I hope they wouldn't see us until we had a minute or so start. I know you're continuing, if there, and running our head on into them. We must, Archimedes, unless we run the boat ashore again and fall into the hands of snipes and the pirates we've just left. No. By job, I have an idea. Swing the boat around. What are you going to do, Clayton? Get the boat into the little stream that flows near the hut. But, Clayton, that stream must not never get boat. Hide, hide. We can get out of sight at any rate. We'll shoot the port this way and give her a few good strokes with your port ore. Right. Right, Francois? Ah, there. Now, if we can run the boat up next to the stream, even for a few yards in abandonment and take to the jungle, we have a good chance of getting away from them. Well, it's worth a try. We'll be no worse off than trying to outrun that longboat they've just put over. Oh, we could not do it, Monsieur, with only the three of us to row. That's quite right, quite right. Ah, here's the mouth of the stream. Head in. Look out. Watch your head, Archimedes. Those branches. You were right, Clayton. The overhanging bushes make a very effective stream. Can you see the other boats now? Yes. Yes. They seem to have turned and are making for the pirate camp. That means reinforcements. I hope. I hope. What's the matter? I hope that something's happened to Snipes. Something unpleasant. I hope so too. Well, this stream is rather smaller than I thought. Well, use your oars, this port, Monsieur. Here, here. I will show you. Like this. I'm afraid we can't go much farther. It's too shallow, even for this boat. We are quite out of sight of the beach. Among the bushes here? Nevertheless, let's put as much distance as possible between ourselves and the pirate. Come on. Push! Come on! Up in the trees, Jane watches the mutineers battle among themselves. Her last few shots had given her father a chance to escape. But where he is gone, she does not know. She turns around and sees Tarzan swinging rapidly toward her. Oh, Tarzan! I'm and Ganny fighting each other now. Oh, Tarzan! Tarzan doesn't know. I saw father running along the sand toward the other side of the headland. I didn't see the others. They are gone. None of your people are here. Only the cruel Tarzan, Ganny. Then we might as well go. Father and the others are evidently making their way through the jungle to the hut. Where is Dino? I saw him a few moments ago at the other side of the camp. He was working his way back toward the tree where we separated. All right. Jane ready to go? Yes, I'm ready. Good. Tarzan gets Dino and we'll go back to the hut. Tarzan picks Jane up from the branch, faces his arm about her and swings off toward where he had left Dino. The sounds of the fight die out as Tarzan rapidly makes his way from branch to branch. In spite of the speed at which he travels, the eight man's eyes never leave the ground. Ah, there, standing beside a great tree as Dino. Tarzan, with Jane held tightly through his side, drops quickly to the ground. I was awaiting you, Monsieur Amamazelle. I knew you would not remain after the professor and the others made their escape. Did you see which way they went, Lieutenant? No, I did not, Amamazelle Jane. I only saw them running. And as I did not see them returned, nor any of the pirates go after them, I assumed that they made good their escape. We will go to the hut and wait. They will come. Yes, that is what I thought, too. All right, but I think we'd better walk. Jane, not like to go in trees? Yes, I like them, Tarzan. But you can't take both of us. All right, Jane. On foot, the tree set off through the jungle towards the hut in the clearing. Meanwhile, at the pirate camp, the fighting is over. Several still forms lie prospering from the sand. Snipes, a revolver in each hand, stands in the middle of the camp, not far away as Carlos, lying thrown upon the sand, but conscious. Come out here, you scum. Come out! I ain't going to shoot you. Your family's all over. Might as well give him, boys. Snipes has got the upper hand. All right, Snipes. That's your under, you know. That's more like it. You see what happens to guys as far as to cross Captain Snipes? Sure, Snipes. Sure, sure. But you see, that you let our prisoners get away in the meantime, don't you? Oh, don't you worry your head about that. I'm going to get that fellow count back here. And when I get through with him, I'll know where that treasure is in. Or there won't be no loading. Snipes, you're as crazy as a loom. Look here, Carlos. I don't want no more trouble here, so keep a civil tongue in your hand. All right, Snipes, all right. What I meant to say, see, Smiles, I don't think that Lieutenant knows anything about the treasure. You told King he did, and I still think he knows. Anyhow, I'm going to find out. Well, and how are you going to do that, Snipes? I'm going to send two or three men over to the U.S. and bring them back here. All right, Snipes, all right. We've tried that a couple of times, and how we don't know that neither the huts. If you are set on getting that lieutenant, we'll take the whole crew, except enough men to guard the arrow, and go over to the huts. Yes, Carlos, I think you're right. That's the first suggestion what you mind that I agree with. And after we get the lieutenant, Snipes, you better let me work on him. Well, we'll hear about that after we get him. Both! All right. Siggle the arrow. Tell them we want temporary men so they can spare a shot. We're going to that gloomy nut, and we're not coming back without the lieutenant. All right. From the fringe of trees that circles the clearing, Jane, Darno and Tarzan step out into the open before the huts. Tarzan steps quickly, easily and quietly across the few feet toward the door of the hut, lifts the latch, and swings open the door. Well, nobody here. Come on, Jane, Darno. Oh, I can't understand why they aren't here. Probably they have taken a roundabout way here, Bamboiselle. We must just wait patiently. Maybe Father is sick for years to look over. Professor Fortier was still suffering from the after effects of the fever. When I left the camp, Bamboiselle, oh, nothing serious to understand. Fortier not so that they marched through the jungle might take him a little extra time. Well, we might as well go into the hut and wait. So Tarzan, get Jane and Darno something to eat? Oh, I don't want anything to eat right now. Thank you, Tarzan. I've got too much in my mind. Well, let us wait. Please, Tarzan, until the others arrive and all eat together. Oh, the inside of this cabin looks like it's in first tight clothes. The first thing I'll have to do is to sort it and clean it up. Quick, they said. Come on. Do you hear anything, Tarzan? I hear a new month. Sabor, Chita, a long way off. I do not hear it. Tarman, Ganny. I thought they heard a shout, but it must have been some of their sound. Perhaps. Perhaps it might have been a shout. Oh, dear, I wonder what could have happened. Tarzan, go out and look, Jane. Yes, Tarzan, please. I don't like to ask you, but I wish you would see if you could find Daddy. Perhaps you could help them all find their way here quicker through the jungle. All right. Jane and Dino stay here in the hut. Do not go into the jungle. Oh, of course, Tarzan. Tarzan will go into the trees and find your father. Oh, Tarzan, I hope you can find them. Don't worry. Tarzan will find them. Tarzan steps quickly from the cabin and swings up, up into the trees, back toward the pirate camp. At the stream, Professor Porter, Clayton, Alamdor and Francois are aground in their boat. It's no use. We can't make another inch. We've successfully eluded the pirates to denerate Cecil. Yes. There's not a sound of pursuit. Good. Let's drag the boat far under the branches, overhanging the stream as we can. Permit me, Monsieur. I will guide you. Fine. Thanks, Francois. I'll push with this turn, or. There. There, there. Now, all right. All right. That'll do, I think. We can at least find it again if we should happen to need it. Climb up, Professor. Yes. I'm coming here. Take my hand, Archimedes. Monsieur, we should not be far from the optics. I have not become turned the boat in my bearing. Oh, about a mile, I figure it. Well, let's proceed at once. I'm sure we'll find Dano there. You all right, Archimedes? Why, yes, Belamdor. Well, that's nice of you. Thanks. If you've become too fatigued, Professor, perhaps Francois and I can manage to carry with us. No, no, please. I should be all right. Monsieur! Yes, what? What's the matter? Blacks! Cannibals! And they are pacing the little group of defenseless white men and the party of black warriors. Silence. Menacing. With drawn bows and spears upraised. Has Professor Potter's party escaped the pirates?