 Our son of the eighth brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice borrows fascinating book The entire tribe seems to be assembled I have no fear of death not even this When the time comes I'll drink without hesitation. We refuse to drink. We'll be tortured if we drink we die Can we is it possible that we could impose our superior magic upon these pagans and perhaps postpone this poison cup ceremony perhaps as I suggested before Some ritual from the book of the dead or double the raising of Isis by Osiris rather Fantastic and besides that we have no mummy to read and I seriously doubt our ability to raise it if we had it Yes, I know I have been talking to not lead all he says drink and have no fear by Joe. What cheerful advice What else did he say down? No thing he was being watched, but I trust him. I shall drink Oh, yes, so will we all if we have to miss you if have you another plan I support from Flandra to attempt something which I do not think they quite know I say Do you know I completely forgotten till now the rocket rocket? What do you mean the rockets we brought from the ship couldn't you substitute one or even two for the money and the Right you spoke out clean. I really believe you hit the power solution. Yeah, make your preparations and keep the native's attention away from me I shall get the rocket. Here comes the chief postpone the poison drinking competition if you can or don't No, don't worry. Wimby. He don't go candy. I know Whatever you said it worked out as long we miss you I told him that as soon as the great priest has performed is magic. We would all think well We perform this ceremony professor and can I do anything that suppose we perform the right just where we are You please play the part of the hawk headed one take a short stick and the rocket went down. No brings Yes, what then you have a scene of picture I suppose or perhaps a statue of a mummy. Yes, of course Then pull your arms across your breast in that manner look straight ahead neither to write knowledge You can trust me and I suppose professor. I had better draw the sacred symbols on the ground Yes, Melinda and be sure to cover Clayton's movements when he places the rocket on the ground What do you miss here is the rocket? I do not think I will see ah Now then Clayton Place the rock and be sure to place it pointing to the blacks not for us The cannibals watch professor Porter as he walks solemnly toward the council fire Dono's sailors stand with their arms outstretched as Philander inscribed before them the mystic symbols If hands folded across his breath Professor Porter stands before the fire in toning the chant of the ancient Egyptian Sun worshippers The natives lean forward the professor's in toning wakes in their breath to corresponding court of religious sympathy The witch doctor morose and sullen squats in the shadow a half sneer on his hideously painted face Professor Porter raises his arms above his head closes his eyes His body sways from side to side Hey Clayton hidden behind Philander lights the rocket Like a living thing of fire the green rocket shoots towards the blacks as they start to run the rocket leaps into the air It turns and flashes a gleaming darting snake a vivid green fire towards the sacrificial order The rocket passes him it turns again Hit the stone sword into the air and streaks over the chiefs house leaving a trail of sparks behind it loses itself in the jungle The natives throw themselves on the ground Haces in the dust before Professor Porter as the early morning sun floods the clearing where Lord Grace Oak built his hut It shines upon Jane Porter and Tarzan as they drop visually branch by branch from the upper jungle terrace to the soft green moss below Thanks white skin, but I don't believe that I'll ever get quite used to traveling through the tree top at breakneck speed Speed speed. Yes speed. Save as quick Tarzan sits down at the foot of a giant tree as Jane crosses the clearing and goes to the hut. No Jane go hut fight skin. Look almost as dusty and unused looking as when we first discovered it Thank goodness the black didn't take me. Now I wonder if there are any more cartridges in the spot. Cecil said that I would always find them. Here they are. Two packages of them. Now I'll feel much safer. I suppose I've got to try this gun again. It seems to be all right. Jane runs through the door there on the edge of the clearing are several great apes. She clutters the gun in the hand and shoots to Tarzan. She stops as she sees the expression on Tarzan's face. The ape man almost smiles as he watches the great roots make their way across the clearing toward him. Jane frighten. Yes, yes I skin. Jane frighten. No, no sticker. Jane. Tarzan rises and places his bronze arm about Jane's slender shoulders as the apes approach. They chatter excitedly among themselves as they watch this hairless sheath. Gezan, Tika's belu, comes forward eagerly unafraid. The baby ape dances up and down in sheer delight at hearing Jane speak its name. And do a full of Santo Tec, Harman Gany, Jane. Tarzan tells the ape that they must protect Jane from the other beasts of the jungle. He explains that she, Jane, is to be accepted as one of the tribe. Little Gezan, paying no attention to the warnings of Tika, his mother comes forward and takes Jane by the hand. Tika gathers courage, moves closer, and stretches out a huge paw to Jane. Jane shrinks back. Jane, no frighten. Tika, no tec, Jane. Tika, Targ, mongo, sea. Targ, tell Jane, say more. Luma, come. Yes, my skin. I think I understand. You mean that the apes will look out for me. Guard me against Luma and say more. Yes, yes, yes. Tarzan nods his head vigorously as he realizes that Jane has understood. The apes turn away. Little Gezan leaps and dances after his mother. Tarzan and Jane follow. And as the great apes take through the trees, Tarzan lifts Jane in his arms and strives into the jungle trail. Back in the cannibal village, Professor Porto, Philander, Clayton, Darlo, and the sailors await anxiously the results of their magic. I don't like to look on that witch doctor's face, Darlo. You may know, Monsieur, in the first place, he sees that we have affected the natives and he is liable to lose his life if they decide to believe in us. It is an undignified effort to get out of the way of the rocket. He evidently tells that very keenly. I suppose in order to live up to what is expected of us, we should do very little talking. No one is paying very much attention to us now. They're all watching the witch doctor trying to convince the chief of something. Very earnest talk, too, that he's making. I wonder... I do not wonder. I know that he is trying to convince the chief that no matter what our medicine magic may be, we still should drink the poison. I'm very much afraid that you are right, Darlo, that there is nothing to do but drink. So it would seem. Rather a ghastly way to go out, I'd much rather put up a scrap. But we must not forget what Tachito said, that we should drink and not fear. Yes, but can we trust Tachito? Yes, yes, yes, Darlo. I'll admit that he has on several occasions tried to help us. But great Scott, the drink an unknown poison. Hush, hush! Here comes the chief. And that is the ceremonial procession of the test by poison. Oh well. What of it? Let's drink. The black stand motionless as the chief advances with the poison. With steady hands, Professor Porter takes the gourd, raises it slowly to his lips, and pour in.