 From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence comes one of the most colorful figures of all time. Transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Hunter's Fury. In the background one could hear the trumpeting of an elephant, the howling of a hyena, the roar of a lion. And yet this was no tangled jungle, but a collection of concrete and steel buildings that made up the zoo of a modern American city. One of the buildings housed the administrative offices, and Douglas Hamley, a young assistant curator, occupied a tiny cubicle on the second floor. At the moment he wore a look of pain and consternation, almost as though he were to face to face with one of his savage charges. But actually he was alone in his office, and he was merely talking on the telephone. Talking? Well, for the most part, he was listening. Yes, dear. Yes, I know, but... No, but Esther, we can't afford it. No, we're overdrawn now. Well, I'll try to dig up the money somewhere, but... Hello? Hello? She hung up on you, huh? Riggs, where did you come from? Well, that doesn't mean you can storm in here like you owned a place. Oh, take it easy, Doug. I didn't mean to intrude on some private matter between you and your wife. The door was open, and I... I'm sorry. I guess it's just that Esther's got me on edge. She keeps forgetting about the size of my salary. She's got sort of fancy ideas. Don't they all? See, talking about fancy ideas, we finished building that stone archway for the special new polar bear cage. I thought you might like to okay it. Well, I can't get over there for a while. I've got a sick panther cub I've got to take a look at. But, incidentally, Riggs, it's not a cage. The man who's contracting the job ought to know that. Well, I keep forgetting there's not an iron bar and the whole contraption. But it seems sort of automatic to call a place where you keep animals a cage. If I had any, I'd put my own money into improving the quarters for all the animals. No iron bars, no concrete floors, no cages. Only natural barriers like pits or water to keep the animals on the inside from the animals on the outside. Well, this animal sure hopes they build a million of these fancy contraptions. I'm making a nice profit on the deal. I sure appreciate you're putting the good word in for me. Your bid was the lowest and your specifications were the best. There was no reason why I shouldn't have insisted on your getting the job, Riggs. Well, Doug, I hope you won't take it wrong, but about that phone call I borrowed is done on... Yes? Well, it looks like you're in a little hot water financially. I'd be glad to help you out with a couple hundred bucks. Thanks just the same, Riggs, but I'll manage somehow. I heard you say you tried to dig up the money. Well, what's a good friend of yours? He won't give you some dough. Give me? No, I couldn't accept a gift. But, of course, a loan of about 200 would help me out of a tough spot. Oh, that's more like it. I'll write you out a check. Then we'll walk down and take a look at that swell job you threw my way. I'll meet you there right after I've taken a look at that sick panther cub. Thousands of miles away, deep in the heart of the African jungle, at exactly the same moment, another man nucked by the side of an ailing panther cub. And while Tarzan poured healing herbs into the animals' wounds, Torgull, his small native friend, looked at him curiously. Why, you do that, Tarzan? Well, the little fellow's mother is dead, Torgull, so she can't lick the wounds' vulgarity of the gorilla inflicted. Unless we do something, he'll die. Tarzan will know that. Not what he means. You mean, why am I going to all this trouble to save his life? The deal. Tarzan often kills she to the panther. Why not kill this one? I've often told you, Torgull. I kill only when a jungle animal threatens my life or when I need food. Or I'd kill every animal I encounter, the jungle would soon be completely empty of animals. Tarzan kill every animal in jungle? No. I have plenty of help. The members of your tribe kill many, many other tribes do likewise. And the white man who comes with his thunder stick and his traps, he's the worst of all. Tarzan got me bad. No, no, no. Not all white men are bad, but they don't realize that when they kill more than they need for food, when they fired every living thing that crosses their path, they're destroying the jungle. Destroy? The animals furnish our food. We make clothing and shelter of their hides. Their skins are used for our sleeping mats, and they feed on the rodents and insects that prey on our fields. Once Africa's animals are gone, we too are doomed. Animals gone soon? Well, many kinds of animals are already extinct. That means that there are no more of them. That's why we must nurse sick animals back to health, and why we must fight the white men when they come to kill. The Panther cub Tarzan nursed was soon healthy and strong again, and so was the cub Douglas Hanley had nursed. But the troubles of civilized life were more complex than those of the jungle, and now Douglas Hanley was faced with a serious threat. It was in the form of his friend, Herbert Riggs. Did you see that newspaper article about the animals? I gave the reporter the information. Then it's true that an African elephant's worth $6,000, that a giraffe brings $4,000, a hippopotamus is worth $5,000, and that a white rhinoceros is good for $15,000? Of course it's true. Good specimens are almost unobtainable these days. You know all about animals, don't you, Doug? Well, it's been my life's work. And you stand in with these zoo officials. They'd contract for any animals you'd bring back. That I'd bring back? I'm not a hunter, Riggs. Yeah, I know. You and I go to Africa. Oh, but that's ridiculous. We're not... Well, it ain't ridiculous to me. There's a million in the racket, and you ain't turning me down. I'd like to oblige you, but my work's here in the zoo. And if you don't give me the OK on this deal, you won't have a job here. What do you mean, Riggs? Just this. I've got a cancel check I made out to you for $200. But I paid you back in cash. And you didn't get a receipt. If I should give my version, you didn't pay it back. You got me that job building the polar bear contraption. And that was your ray call. Why, you... Now, easy, easy. I suppose it would look like that. We'll contact every other zoo in the country, too. We'll supply them all. When we get back home, there won't be an animal left in the African jungle. In just a moment, we'll continue with our story of Hunter's Fury. Many months had passed since Tarzan had nursed the Panther Cub back to health, and he was on his way to the Punya village once again. He traveled rapidly through the upper level of jungle growth, and at his side, leaping from branch to branch, was Nakima, the tiny monkey, who looked upon Tarzan as a god. From time to time, Nakima scurried off on expeditions of his own. Now, as Tarzan dropped from the tree inside the Boma of the Punya Crawl, the chattering monkeys scampered away. Jumbo, my monkey. Jumbo, Tarzan. Why Manu run away? Oh, he distrusts men. The only reason he accepts me is that he thinks I'm half monkey. Is right for animals distrust men, for men distrust animals, not right other way. What are you getting at? Tarzan, member of Panther Cub, he saved after Borgani, the gorilla killed Panther's mama. Of course. When Tarzan leave Punya village, they play Torgo keep on like nurse to Panther. Well, I can see nothing wrong in that. I'm happy that Torgo's begun to realize that animals can be our friends as well as our enemies. Panther and Torgo, too much good friends now. Everywhere Torgo walk, Panther come. Now Panther grow large, is dangerous. Already, he claw Mama Nagama, not want Torgo's own mama touching. I'll see what I can do about that jealous Panther. Nadia, Tarzan do something. For Sita, the Panther killed someone of tribe. Torgo, can't you see that he is dangerous? He's even snarling at me. Not do anything if Torgo tell him not to. Perhaps you're right, but I... Is right. Watch. Sita, not make noise. Quiet. Now Sita, sit down. Well, you do seem to have him well trained. Now lie down, Sita. Well, that's wonderful. You've done a marvelous job of training him, Torgo. But I'm told that he permits no one else to come near him, nor you, that he's scratched Mama Nagama very badly. Yes, but that because Torgo left him alone. Not leave him again. Sita not hurt anyone when Torgo with him. But you can't be with him night and day and a grown Panther is after... Tarzan! Tarzan! I'm inside the Hema. Come in, Mabuki. Tell me, Chief Tarzan is here and Chief says he's here. Watch out, Mabuki! Watch out! No, Sita! No, stop, Sita! That hurt Mabuki. Good Sita. He'd do what Torgo say. Torgo, I have tried to reason with you, but I'm through with words. Anyone who'd seen Sita leap at Mabuki as he came through the door would know that he's not a safe pet to keep in a village. Now, Torgo, you may keep him with you tonight, but in the morning I must take him deep into the jungle and set him free. Oh, no. Take my Sita from me. But when Tarzan and the people of Punya were asleep, Torgo fastened a slender rope with twisted vine around the neck of his pet and crept from the village. But when the two strange traveling companions had reached the tall grass and the dense undergrowth of Sita's birthplace, the animal lost all vestiges of domesticity. With a deep roar, he broke from Torgo. The slender rope snapped and the magnificent beast plunged into the jungle night with Torgo attempting vainly to follow. And a few miles away, a safari led by two white men plotted through the Congo night with the aid of flaming torches and train guides. Douglas Hanley and Herbert Riggs were hunting for animals to take back to the zoos of America. Hey, you! I wouldn't shout at our guides, Riggs. We're pretty dependent on them. Besides, shouting is after frightening away any animals at night. How about those torches? Were they frightening them? I don't think so. The jungle animals, like men, are curious. I think they may come to investigate the bright lights. Say, this little ravine here might be a good place to stop and spread the nets. Our expert says this is a good place to stop. We can mark off a small area and then take the nets and suspend them. Answer! Give me my gun, Douglas. It's a magnificent specimen. Maybe we can capture it. I'm not taking any chances. My gun! I used to be a good shot now. I can hold my arms steady, get a bead on it. Not shoot him, white man! Hold it, you hit the boy! Good, cheetah. Sit. Good. Now lie down. Hey, get that! It's amazing. Lead the panther to this cage over here, little boy. No, not what she did. Cage? Now, just until we've had a chance to talk for a few minutes. We'll let him out later. Sure? Yeah, sure. That's the fella. Right in here now. Go in, cage cheetah. White man lets you out later. There's a kid that can handle why he can, why he'll be a big asset for us. He'll be right handy to have around the camp. White man, keep Togo with them? Well, sir, he looks like he goes for that deal. You mean you'd like to stay with us? Deal. Togo, stay with white men. If men called Tarzan come look for Togo, you tell him you not see him. Togo, why are you afraid of this Tarzan? He won't take my panther and set him free. Oh, one of those birds who's against capturing animals, huh? Well, don't worry. Well, don't worry, Togo. We won't tell him you're here. And if he starts trying to set the animals we kept you free, you'll get more than any bargain for it. The white men had made camp and Togo was fast asleep in one of the tents even before the hunters had spread their nets of steel-like cord and taken their sentry posts. In the darkness of the Congo night, a deceptive calm descended upon the encampment. But in the village of the Punya, all was confusion. All the cabins had been discovered. Tarzan took to the trees following Togo's spore. And as he traveled through the upper level, Nakima the monkey joined in a pursuit, dancing ahead, chattering duriously. Suddenly Nakima screamed. He had been caught in a giant net. Tarzan leaped to the aid of the small monkey and he too was soon enmeshed in the steel-like nets of the white men. I wouldn't fight those nets, jungle man. What? We had them specially designed. The more you fight them, the tighter grip they get. Well, you're responsible for these nets. You're our hunter who has come to rob the jungle of its animals, huh? Rob's an ugly word. And you're not in any position to start insulting people. Why are you raising that gun to your shoulder? We've been expecting you. You're Tarzan, ain't you? Yes, but... And you don't like the idea of people capturing animals, huh? Well, this gun will guarantee we won't have any interference from you. In just a moment, the exciting conclusion of Hunter's Fury. In the name of heaven, Riggs, put that gun down. This is my business. And mine. Up until now, I've taken all your orders, but I'm not going to stand by and see you commit murder. All right, Doug, I won't shoot him. But I can tell you this, we ain't setting him free. You! I've got heavy cage over here. Hey, Riggs, the monkey slipped through the bars. Yeah, well, monkeys don't bring much anyway. And Tarzan won't slip through. But he's got his knife arm free now. Well, he can cut through those bars. Well, I'm turning in now, Doug. You keep a watch over him. And if he escapes, you'll answer with your life. Where's Tarzan? I heard the other man call you Doug. And you call him Riggs, huh? That's right. You seem strange, partners. Yeah. I guess we do. You don't seem like a man who hates animals enough to want to capture them and keep them behind bars for the rest of their lives. I don't approve of bars and cages at all. But I think a number of animals should be taken back to civilization. Why? Well, I don't believe a child's education is really complete unless he's seen an elephant, a mother kangaroo with her young, a few-day-old zebra running about, fending for itself. You talk about animals as though you loved them. I do. I've seldom met white men with that feeling. You speak as though you weren't a white man. Oh, I'm white all right, but sometimes the actions of men like Riggs make me ashamed of my race. Why do you take his orders? Well, that's sort of a personal matter. It's obvious that you're afraid of him. Yes, I am. If you were to set me free, I'd guarantee he'd not harm you. I can't set you free, Tarzan. I've never pled for my own life, but when I was caught in your nets, I was searching for a small native boy by the name of Togo. He ran away from his home, and he may be in great danger somewhere here in the jungle. Togo's safe. He's sleeping a tent on the far edge of the camp. Togo's here? Does Riggs intend to take him home as a zoo specimen also? I don't know what Riggs intends to do, but I guess I'll have to go along with whatever he plans. Well, Doug, how are things coming? Everything's repacked and ready. Mr. Safari will be ready to move along in a couple of minutes. What did you do with the boy? I bought him some breakfast into his tent room, then sent him ahead with one of the porters. I don't want to take any chance on his seeing Tarzan. Just what do you intend to do with Tarzan? We're just going to leave him here. We can spare that one cage. What? Snakes can get into our scorpions, or even if they don't, he'll starve to death. Maybe you think I ought to let him loose so he can mess up our whole expedition. But you can't leave him. I came here for animals. They're worth a fortune, and I intend having them. I'm going to fill every one of those cages, and I'm leaving that last big one for the white rhino. $15,000. And I should let that jungle man free. Ha! Come on! Goodbye, Tarzan. Well, Nakima, you decided to come back and visit me in my cage, huh? Well, you brought me some fruit. It was very kind. Very intelligent of you. I'm afraid I can't live long on the food you'll be able to carry to me. If you could bring me a file, so I can... Wait a minute. Nakima, do you see that stone over there? Done? Get it for me, Nakima. Get me that stone. It took quite a bit of coaxing, but at last Nakima fetched the stone. It was too soft to make any impression on the bars. Later, Nakima fetched a second and a third stone, but they crumbled with the first touch. Not until the evening of the second day did the monkey bring a stone that was hard enough to serve as a crude file. And even then, it bit in slowly. Painfully so. Nakima watched his god with animal curiosity, and then he too began to file away, imitating Tarzan's monkey fashion. Nakima began to chatter happily, but Tarzan knew that it might be days or even weeks until he could free himself and follow the trail of Torgo and the hunters. And in the meantime, the safari moved further and further along the Congo trail. Weeks passed and fortune seemed to smile on the ambitions of perfect rigs. Well, there's another elephant to take back. See that he stayed down well. He won't get away. Nothing gets away from us. Yeah, you said it. Look at them all. Each one just a nice deposit in the bank. What a rigs! Now I'll bet last cage filled. Oh, so? You say last cage for white rhino. Yeah, that's right. Hey, you've been a big help tracking down that game, Targo. You promised if I help you let Sheet out of cage. Yeah, he's a good specimen. We're keeping him. Rigs, we're not turning that boy loose in this wilderness. Oh, ain't we? As soon as we got our white rhino, we're heading back and not, not being held up acting as a nurse mate ready. Hey, what's he saying? What's all the excitement about? I see him and I can shoot him from here. But you want to capture him? He'll get away if I don't shoot. But if I can plug him in the leg and throw him down, risk their lives trying to tie him up. Even the roaring beast was less fearful than the now almost insane rigs. We're running into the water into the path of the charging rhino. Just when the death of a dozen of them seemed inevitable, a white savage leaped from the trees at the river's edge. His knife found the vulnerable spot between the soft folds of the rhino's belly and the knife plunged again and again and again. Tarzan headed for the bank. But the weeks of privation and near-fasting had taken their toll. He staggered uncertainly and fell to the ground. All right, men. You can put Tarzan in the cage we had saved for the white rhino. Unlock the boy and... Rigs, you're insane. It's sane enough to kill you, too, if you try to interfere. Now, do what I... And so the safari started back toward civilization. But a small monkey had decided that he liked the game of filing iron bars. Only this time he worked under Togo's supervision with a steel file he'd stolen from the safari's toolbox. And noticed by the crazed rigs, he worked in the dead of night until finally several of the bars were almost cut through. Togo think maybe Shita can break through bars now, Nakima? Quiet, Nakima. Quiet, Shita. Good, Shita. Now break through cage. Please, Shita. Understand, Togo. Break through cage. Here. Right here. Good, Shita. Now we can find Tarzan's cage and then... Hey! What's going on? It's all right, Togo. I know you would have stopped him if you could. Not even rigs deserve to death like that. What are you trying to think about? Free Tarzan. Right. That's the first thing. I'll let you call the place, Tarzan. And I know I don't deserve any consideration from you. If I hadn't been weak, I would have done something about rigs. No weakness can't be overcome in an instant. But I hope you'll gain strength now. I'm willing to free the animals, all of them. Tarzan, Togo want his Shita back. Togo... Shita repaid us for saving his life when he was a cub, so we can find... And most of the animals you've captured, Doug, must also be free to join theirs. But I do think you should be permitted to take some of them back. A pair of each kind, perhaps, so that boys and girls everywhere, like Togo, can learn to know and understand the animals of the jungle. In just a moment of preview of the very unusual story of Tarzan. Somewhere in the jungle, the drums beat ominously. Tearing off the demons that have brought them. For more firmly implanted than any other superstitions, are those surrounding accursed twins. And on their way into the jungle are two beautiful American girls, also twins, who are doomed to meet the strange consequences of these jungle superstitions. Tarzan, the transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice boroughs, is produced by Walter White Jr. Prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Glasser. This is a Commodore production. Listen to our next story. Trouble comes in pairs. Another thrilling episode of The Lord of the Jungle.