 Arzan of the eight brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice furrows intense books The inky blackness of the jungle depth is lighted only by the pale yellow beams of a waning moon Long endless foreboding tunnels that are animal trails by day echo to the soft sinister padding feet the frowling jungles Are in the distance dangled all the hyena lips his head to the heavens and tells his repulsive slinking brothers that new mother lion has fed that the king of beasts has left the remnant of a kill The moonbeams glint on the shiny stalks of a clump of bamboo by the water hole a pair of greenish gold eyes gleam Evil as they stare from behind the bamboo screen a spotted tail twitchers a chilling rock of screams Wakes the jungle to instant life she does pray startle gleeps to one side She just stops momentarily in midair It seems drops to the ground and crashes into the underbrush and go to hyena forgets his meal and slinks tail between his legs into the Deeper shadows in her leafy alcove Jane bought her wakes she crawls out onto the platform and finds Tarzan standing Listening what is it like him? What's going to happen? It sounded like an explosion Tarzan motions to Jane to keep quiet He leans forward listening intently Tarzan knows that the sound came from the direction of the cannibal crawl But he also knows that in all his many dealings with the goman gunny. He's never heard such a noise as this He turns to Jane as she touches his arm man many man Boom boom gun gun many bang bang. Oh, I think I don't know. I can't explain But that sound convinces me that they must be near that's all on the different lander or father father Tarzan looks at Jane incredulously He had thought that father was one of the parties that occupied his hut But to associate the word father with the noise he has just heard that was him I know something has happened to them. They were out in the jungle searching for me I heard their voices you remember my skin and now something has happened to them Tarzan looks helplessly at Jane his command of this new language is not sufficient for him to understand Jane's excited talk But he knows she's upset over something more than the noise itself Why skin go no, no, you can't leave me now and yet if you don't go something may happen to daddy I can't be selfish. I'll be all right. Yes, my skin. Yes, go I would never forget myself if I kept you back. Go quickly and come back quickly Yes, why skin go quickly come back quickly swiftly Tarzan grass the branching with one last look at Jane The eight-man swings himself into the trees and is gone Meanwhile at the cannibal crawl Professor Porter Philander Clayton and darno picked themselves up from the ground where they've been thrown by the force of the explosion Great Scott, whatever that was it certainly was powerful. I was completely stunned for several moments And I have been watching the natives. They are certainly mystified. They are more than mystified Don't you think that while they're lying there we might try to escape? Yes, let's move toward the gate as long as we have a chance before they recover their senses And they may be lying not on the ground, but they are watching out every move And may we and did you see that party of warriors move slowly to the gate just as we started forward? Well when we meet them it would be time enough to think about what we'll do I think we're sure that we had better stand our ground and let them make the first move Anyway, I too am in favor of that. They don't seem to want me to fear over this, but they watch us closely Well how much longer are we going to stand here doing nothing? Frankly, Monsieur Clayton, we have not much choice, have we? Every time we take a step towards the gate, the natives get between it and us or head us off I have quite the right now, no quite right While the shock of the explosion seems to have stupefied them and they show no inclination to attack us Yet they apparently are determined not to let us get away Evidently the explosion was to them supernatural They promptly threw themselves on their faces before the place where the idol used to be I'd like to know how your sabers are and we're able to get to the dynamite Because I'm sure now that it was a stick of dynamite that did the trick We'll probably find that out later Monsieur Say, these blighters are coming towards us again Yes Clayton, yes But with an entirely different attitude Quite worshipful I should say See that one in front with his hands outstretched But yes, Monsieur Magesture of peace Quickly, mes amis, we must make up our minds It is my belief that these cannibals think that we are miracle workers, medicine men To make them believe that is our one chance I joke Don, I believe you're right You say they believe in black magic And let's give them an overdose of their own medicine A very excellent suggestion As much as I, a man of science, dislike the idea of imposing on credulous savages Professor, I consider that my skin is more important than the beliefs of these cannibals If we can black magic ourselves out of this situation Then I'm solidly behind the idea All right, on, on, on, do I shall act as interpreter Monsieur Professor, you will be the evanderable worker of magic But Don, no, with your knowledge of meaty psychology, hadn't you better Don't argue, Professor, do as Don O'Shea says That chief, or whatever he is, is coming closer Don't you think, Don, that some definite sign of our importance would impress them? Oui, Monsieur has right Over there are their drums Make some sort of signal I know, I'll do my best And, Monsieur, Professor, can you pretend to work some magic Go through a lot of signs, et cetera Look, every eye is on Clayton As long as we have them spellbound Don't you think we ought to really do something that will appeal to their superstitious natures? Ah, mes amis, I have it I shall get the hand full of cartridges from the chief's hut When Arquito said they were stored Et puis, Monsieur le professeur, you walk toward the sacrificial altar And when I give you this signal, you raise your hands as though commanding something to happen Here, Clayton has their attention Walk forward, Professor, that'll draw their attention from Don O I am little like Professor, with speaking hold, in a very few moments, we'll have them completely in our control Yes, but this is most un-dignified, most un-scientific So is being put to death by cannibals un-dignified Archimedes But there, Donald's ready Don't get too close to the fire when Donald throws those cartridges into it Now, I shall go forward to talk to the chief You won't have to Here he comes now I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward I'm going to go forward Monsieur, I have arranged a consul meeting And I have also warned them of the danger of making any attack upon us They seem thoroughly cowed, don't they? At least we will have a respect to formally plans for the future The meeting will take place shortly Meanwhile, they will perform their ceremony welcoming us to their village Everything seems to have come all right I have told the chief that no harm will come to them while we are with them Well, they are busy with their ritualistic act Why don't we join your sailor, Donald, and decide what to do? We don't have anything to do with you Come on Back in the jungle, Sheetah balked to his prey By the explosion prowls angrily through the underbrush It is late and Sheetah's belly is still empty With tail lashing dagger like fangs bared The huge cat comes to the clearing by the little platform His black, wet muzzle twitches His cold, glittering eyes glint wickedly as he turns And sees James standing on the platform With a coughing snarl, the lion's brute launches himself against the tree Jane hears the sounded tears into the gloom She sees the glinting lion sees the long claws Dig into the bark of the tree Quickly, she pulls a heavy branch from the platform Inch by inch, Sheetah pulls himself up the rough bark Snapping vicious jaws, breaks the force, breaks the party trap With all her strength, Jane swings the branch Donald Sheetah's head, Sheetah sits and screams with rage He moves his head from side to side trying to avoid the raining blood Again and again, Jane pushes with club-like ranks on the loose head But Sheetah slowly and surely hangs off the platform