 Tarzan and the Diamond of Arshad! Tarzan and his party are encamped on the bank of a tributary of the Yubangee River. Behind them, on the trail, are Artan Tom and Lal Task. They are after a map which Helen Gregory has given to Tarzan for safekeeping. Before Tarzan and his friends are able to cross the river, a jungle storm breaks. The tornado whips through the forest with its titanic elemental fury. Great trees spend and snap like slender pipe stems. Fantasticly shaped black clouds that send down solid sheets of water. The deafening crash and roll of thunder combines with the banshee howl of the wind. The sound is maddening. In their tent, Helen, Barbara and Gregory anxious to watch Darno as he peers out into the blackness. Suddenly a terrific bellowing blast! The dead rope snap and the horror crash to the ground beneath a sudden weight of cleaning soap cans. A pull the canvas back with a bunch more Tarzan. A pull! Are you sure she does not have... Alright Wolf, what's more? Like lead. Where is she? Where is Helen? Right here, but then I'm Darno. Is she hurt? Let me see. Helen, Helen, it is Darno. There's almost over its banks. She will bleed. I shall carry her. Alright, Wolf, hit them straight to it and keep an eye on Margaret and Gregory. I can make it. You take care of Margaret. Margaret will take care of herself. You lead and clear the trail for us. How's Helen, Darno? I do not know. She does not open yet the eyes. Elaine, my petite, my share. She's only knocked out, Lieutenant. Don't leg behind. Oh, Monsieur Gregory, voila, voila. She is awake. Oh, my poor, wrong bond. How are you? Tell me. I thank the bond you really do want. I am so happy. Well, here's the foot of the hill. I can walk now, Lieutenant, if you just put me down. No, I shall carry you. Oh, dear, but I was afraid, afraid that you were gone. Up here is terrible. Out, Gregory, Wolf. I'll give Margaret a hand. Alright, Darno? Oui, oui, sur le monde. Where to, Darzan? Over here, under this big mahogany tree. Never was Usher strong enough to tear this one down, but keep close together on the lee side. There is no outer shelter in the jungle. Darzan, where is Larsen? I sent him to look after the natives. Did you see him, Wolf? No, but Dutch speed can take care of himself anywhere. Helen crouches beside Darno. Wolf, as best he can, protects Margaret and Gregory with his huge freight. Throughout the seemingly endless hours of the night, the furious battle of the elements rages on. Finally, with one mighty clap, a rolling thunder the tornado spends itself in a last effort. And almost as quickly as it came, dies away, tearing sullenly in the distance. Morning. A blazing African sun glares yellow upon the steaming jungle. Darzan leads his little party down to the wreckage that was a camp. They look about them. A dreary, desolate sight meets their gaze. A wreckage of tense and water-soaked equipment. Chaos. Looks pretty bad, eh, Darno? Oui, Monsieur Gregory, it does. The natives, Darzan, there is not one of them in sight. And there isn't much use in looking for them. You mean... They're gone, deserted. From the looks of things, they've taken most of the supplies with them. Me? Oh, dear, how can you be sure of that? They are probably in the jungle somewhere. You're right, they're in the jungle somewhere. They've seen it happen too often not to know. They hadn't meant to run off, they'd be here. What's the trouble, Darzan? The natives. There isn't a black left in camp, and the better part of our supplies have gone with them. Do you mean that we are here in the jungle? Alone? That's exactly what I mean. Well, I look at me. It ain't my fault. I'm sure it isn't Wolf. Wolf's fault, Darzan? I didn't tell any of you, but yesterday I caught Wolf whipping the witch doctor. He's a big man to the natives, with a great deal of influence over them. How do you take less than that to make Barra's dessert a safari? Well, it will not help matters to stand here and look. We must decide what we are going to do. And, Larsen, what do you suppose has happened to him? Well, I was taking down my tent last night, and when I come back, he was gone. You're in such a terrific hurricane. Anyone could become lost. Yes, of course. Oh, those guns, Darno, are they damaged? No, when they have been dried and cleaned, they will be as good as ever. They better clean them then. Take care of both of our belongings, and keep your rifles handy. Take care of the others, Darno. I'm leaving. Oh, but, but where, Darzan? Are you going? To look for Larsen and the Barra's. Oh, Darzan, I wish you wouldn't leave us. Now, look here. You think it was my fault that the natives deserted, huh? All right, I'll go look for them. And, Larsen, too. You stay here, Darzan. These people need you. No, I'm going to find... Darzan, Wolf Arezon. He is right. With our bearers and supplies gone, we must decide upon what we are going to do. And without you, we can decide nothing. Yeah, yeah, that's what I mean. I know the shoulder, and I know the back trail. If Larsen is to be found, I bring him back. All right. If you run into trouble, fire two shots. We'll wait here till you get back. If you haven't found trace of Larsen by tomorrow night, come in. The whole, the whole fetus is here. Goodbye, good bye, Wolf. Looks as if Wolf wants to square himself for whipping the most doctor, eh? Maybe. Oh, I do hope nothing has happened to Mr. Larsen. Larsen is a man very familiar with the jungle, Elaine. He will return if he is alive. You do not think he is... I believe, Margaret, that Larsen will return. Because I'm sending him to look after the natives. He obeys orders. I have no doubt that he is with the bearers now, or on their trail. Oh, I hope so. Do you really think, Larsen, that whipping the witch doctor caused the natives to desert? I... I don't know yet. However, the main thing is to decide what you want to do. Well, with supplies and bearers gone, there isn't anything left but to go back to Bunger. You want to get to the mountain of two and barker? Find your son, don't you? Of course, but... You cannot go on. Well, in heaven's name, we have little or no food and no bearers to carry what we have. No one to build a camp at night. No one to cut the wood and do the work. Nevertheless, if you want to go on, we will. What do you say, Dono? Hey, good to me, Zamy. I have traveled with Larsen for months through the wildest sort of jungle, with four men and a woman, and with no other equipment than... Well, with no more than a few rightful clothes on our backs. And who came through? Am I not here? I don't know how you did it, but if you say we can, I am ready. How about it? If we go back now and begin all over, we'll be weeks getting together another safari. But if Tarzan and Lieutenant Dono say so, I'm ready to go through. I will go anywhere with Tarzan. Then that's settled. We've got to cross the river. It's running high. I'm going to look at the fort and see if it's passable. And in the meantime, we shall continue to salvage what we can from this wreckage, eh? I'll just choose what we need most and make separate months of it. I'll know you and Gregory keep your rifles handled. I will belong. Tarzan's hand grasps a trailing vine. A few deft catches and he's gone. In the storm wreck camp, Dono, Gregory and the two young women worked like beavers sorting over the debris. The Frenchman keeps a watchful eye on the boundaries of the little clearing. He feels that for the moment, at least the responsibility is his. Eh, Pui, let us pile the things over here beside this tent. This will be it. I might have glad you know where to start and what to do. I'm at total loss in this business. Now if we were in the wheat pit in Chicago... But we aren't, Dad. And we're not gambling with stocks. This time, you're gambling with your life. Lieutenant Dono. Look over there. What are those horrible creatures? Karey, Ellen, Gregory, Come here, close to me. What is it? No noise, Ellen. Scott, what are they? Gooders? Those are the great apes. Tarzan, meanwhile, has scouted the river crossing and started back through the trees at his usual rapid pace. His sensitive ear catches a strangely familiar note in the voice of the jungle. He darts ahead through the lower terrace at lightning speed to pause for an instant at the edge of the clearing. There, surrounding his friends, are the great apes. As he looks, one of the monsters lets out a terrifying shriek. The second Tarzan is on the ground and running with the speed of a deer toward the hairy giant.