 There's a movie and the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs with Mr. James eight years of Tarzan and Mr. Burroughs and Jane Porter. This is an American Gold Seal production coming to you over the world broadcasting system and associated station. Tarzan has rescued Jane from aboard the pirate ship and taken her with him into the jungle because he believes her own party cannot properly protect her. Professor Porter's party has been captured by pirates, but Dono escapes and returns to the hut. Jane persuades Tarzan and take her back to the hut. They meet Dono, who tells them of the capture. Dono, Jane and Tarzan start through the jungle toward the pirate camp when they meet a party of mutineers. Tarzan taking to the trees ruts his grass rope at the head of one of the man and pulls him into the trees and then hurls him up from the mutineers below. King, one of the mutineers raises his bow and fires a Tarzan. Are you ready? Oh, you're back. Tarzan sees King raises him over and like a fly she swings himself higher behind the screen of leaves. King shot whizzes through the leaves below Tarzan. Tarzan looks down, sees the group of mutineers peering into the tree tops. Not a word, but never the ripple of a leaf Tarzan moves swiftly through the foliage. King and the others are standing still, their eyes fixed on the spot where they last caught a glimpse of the eighth man. Now Tarzan is almost over them. The eighth man's hand swings the rope loose and ready. Tarzan raises his arm like a whip snake. The rope flashes out and down. It fiddles about Mike's neck. The mutineer pulls his rifle from it, reaches up to clutch the rope about his throat. It feels himself being pulled off his feet up, up into the trees he goes. With one hand Tarzan holds him. I wish the other he loosens the rope from the front of the man's throat. Still holding Mike in arms like Tarzan moves out along the south branch. Down below King and Phillips, hand horrified. The King's shout Tarzan throws Mike crashing down through the branches. The man falls in a huddled heap at King's feet. Without a word, King turns and rushes off into the brush. The other mutineer tries to follow, but Tarzan dropping like a plummet, flashes through the branches and lands in front of him. The mutineer raises his rifle. As he finds it, the trigger Tarzan's hand shoots off. The rifle barrel flies up and the bullet plows harmlessly through the branches overhead. Before Phillips should lower the gun or press the trigger a second time, Tarzan rips the weapon from his grasp. In a moment it's over. Tarzan throws back his head. Rapidly Tarzan picks up the mutineer's rifle, turns about and makes for the spot where he left Jane and Arno. Ah, this is the only way to fight he thinks to himself as he moves through the undergrowth. These parmen, Gany, spend too much time planning what to do and where to begin. From now on he will listen to no one. He, Tarzan, single-handed will rid the jungle of these murderous tests from the big ship. He looks ahead. There behind that tree is the spot where he left Jane and Arno. Gany, Arno! Here we are, Tarzan. Oh, that's so spade. Until we heard your call. Tarzan is all right. I did not like the idea, Tarzan. I was letting you do all the fighting while I stood by doing no thing. You look after Jane while Tarzan fights. Then Tarzan will not have to worry about Jane. Tarzan fights alone. It's better that way. You're right, Tarzan. You usually are. As we memorialize it, I do agree. When it concerns the jungle, I shall always let Tarzan have his way. If others, Clayton, your father, would do the same, then there would be no trouble. You have every right to scold us, Tarzan. You were right and we were wrong. Because of it, we've caused no end of trouble. Jane, want this, this rifle? Yes, Tarzan. Now we can go to the mutineer's camp and get Daddy. When we get the camp, how many times can he stop there? It all depends. There may be as many as to see. We can help now. I have this rifle. Tarzan has his bow and arrows, and you have the gun. You've got to be hot. Yes. When we get the camp, Tarzan will go into the trees. Jane, you shoot from one side. Arno, you shoot from the other. Tarzan shoot arrows from trees. We can and will kill all of them. Don't do it, but we must hurry. I have no idea what they may have done to your father and the others when they found out that I had their skin. I'm ready. All right. Go quietly. I'll go first. Be careful and hurry. Back in the mutineer's camp, Professor Porter, Belando, Clayton and Francois have been set to digging again by the infuriated snipes. They're discussing the call they heard from the jungle. At least, we know that Tarzan is not so very far away. That is true, Belando. And if Tarzan finds out where this camp is, he's had every chance of being rescued. All due respect to Tarzan. But I don't think that even he can tackle this entire cutthroat. Correct. And of course, it would seem to look after. Hey, what are you blokes talking about? Get out of your digger. This is the silliest thing I ever heard of sniping snipes to you. I said snip. I'll beat you when I'll learn you. When I say, capping snipes, I'm pure and pure. What the... I said... What is this, mutiny? Isn't that funny? Nip, talking about mutiny. Now, listen to me, snipes. Stop your way of doing things. No, they won't call you captain. Why, that's a joke. You, and let me walk at them. They're in there out there, haven't you? Yes, boy. Tarzan, if you think that your tenant knows where it is, wait until he brings him back and... But even these dear blokes, they'll keep him out of this. You won't get any more digging dumb by killing them when they won't call you captain. Well, I ain't convinced they don't know where that bloomin' chest is. Now, I suppose you're worried. You've got datting for your head that is sparse and nothing will change it. Well, anyhow, listen up now. I've tried to tell you that Dono was only using that to block key and try to escape. I don't believe Dono knows where the treasure is. But in any case, even if he does, we don't... If I knew where the treasure was hidden, I'd gladly tell you. If only you would release me so that I might see my little girl again. Snipes, I think you are barking up the wrong thing. Well, maybe you're done. Now, I'm going to get that treasure. I'm going to mic all these blokes here, walk the plank. I came with you, Snipes, to get a share of this stuff. Not going to spend the rest of my life waiting for these guys to dig up all Africa. Guys, because you think it's somewhere out here. No? What are you going to do about it? Arrest all the crewers with me. Well, what's the matter now, Snipes? Hey, what is it? Jungle guy, I think. Never mind about the jungle guy. If you come back without the fancy, I don't care enough you do. Anything rather than fall into his clutches. Hey, he killed Weds and Phillips, just like a rabbit. What are you talking about? What do you mean? Oh, there's nothing to explain. We've seen him up in the trees, and then he just appears. The first thing I know is Mike pulled up into the trees and then Weds. He chucked them down out of the trees right at my feet. Yeah, and the next thing is you rock. Yeah, and so would you, you limey swab. Phillips tried to shoot him, but it's no good. You can't even touch that guy. And you saw no signs of dinner? No. And what's more, I ain't going back to look. You'll do what I tell you to. What are you going to do? Send him off to get that jungle bloke and to bring back that friendship. Are you crazy? Yeah, this jungle guy or whatever you want to call him just gets three men, and you want to send out more? No, he can't get away with that. Seems to me like he can't get away with whatever he wants to. If you keep this up, Snipes, you won't have enough fruit left to mend the shift. They've been of you to find that treasure. Anyways, I sense they're going off. Oh, well, you won't go, I... Help me. Looks like there's going to be a fight. Grab your shovels and make a break for it if you get a chance. Don't you have the rest of the men with you, didn't you, Snipes? Ah, well, I'll pluck you. Not while I'm looking at you, you won't. You might, if I stand my back. You blow, sir, at me. Jungle bloke, or soot shall wear your stag. You know you ain't going to the jungle without arms and ammunition. Come on, hurry. All right, well... I know as they make their way through the jungle. We must be almost there. Oh, I hope that shouting and shouting doesn't mean that something has happened to Daddy or anyone. Go quick. It sounds as if they were fighting among themselves. I know. Yes, Tarsar. I'll take Jane into the trees. You shoot when you get a chance. Tarsar. I thought they were going to... This is different. Now plenty of noise. Something deaf I can see they're moving. I shall go down toward the coast a little more. All right. Come on, Jane. We'll go into the trees now. I'm ready. Holding Jane firmly in one arm, Tarsan swings himself onto a low-hanging branch. Quickly, with only a momentary pause to grasp a trailing vine to make sure that a slender branch will carry the double burden, the eight-man moves closer to the cap of the mutiny ears. Jane, leave from here. Yes, Tarsan. Then shoot from this place. Tarsan, go farther. All right. I can hold on and shoot all right from here. Good. Jane looks down into the camp. She sees one of the mutiny ears, raises his rifle to shoot. This is the brain figure of her father. Recussing an instinctive shot her, she raises her rifle and fires. The mutiny ear reels. This rifle explodes harmlessly in the air. Tarsan, high above the cap, sends a heel down. Jane presses the trigger and the deadly accuracy...