 I'm gonna be brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice fellow's astounding book Come now professor. There's still a chance. They'll see our signal. Yes. Yes. I know Look look Clayton Look look just swinging on the boat. I chose professor. You're right. They've seen us See they're putting a small boat over the side Clayton. Can you tell what nationality of the cruiser or gunboat is? I can't be positive but from her color she's either British or French. It must be French. Don't you recall Clayton? A few things before the sailors and if needn't we saw a French cruiser. You're right professor. We did sight a French cruiser. And if we only know what was in store for us. Yes. Yes. How different. Oh my daughter. My lovely little Jane. It's the only... Now not professor. They're up in a few minutes. A very few minutes. We'll all be searching. I'm convinced in my own mind that Jane is alive. Yes sir. In fact I'm convinced you were both mistaken about her captain. And if it was that jungle fellow who carried her up into the trees. But Clayton. I saw the eight. You were distraught. You were hardly conscious of what was taking place. No I'm sure that that would... But Clayton. Why should this young old man rescue us to land on me? Save you and kill the lion with the tech Jane only to end up by harming her? Possibly from his standpoint he has no intention of harming her. All this is supposition. Mere conjecture. Meanwhile the boats swung out and we had quite a long way to go to get to the beach. Right you are Philander. Why? Are they close enough to see now? They are French. I'm sure of it. Come Professor. Philander. The sooner we get to the beach the better. Back in the jungle Jane portal and house have finished their practice. To Jane the jungle has changed overnight. No longer is it a place of inexpressible dread. Philander's a blood run cold at the wrapping cost of the panther. The deep throat is growled of new mother lion or the weird laugh of dango the hyena. True Jane is not altogether comfortable. But with white skin as she calls Tarzan close at hand, dangers seem less dangerous and fear gives way to injuries. The girl is puzzled. She does not know that white skin is Tarzan. And she wonders about Tarzan. But her brain tells her that she must get back to the hut for her heart. Her heart whispers of what it's not for her father. She wouldn't care. She turns and looks at Tarzan's stretch beside her on the most covered roots of the tree. The ape plant finally develops muscles ripple under the prawn. That makes the enemies every movement. Mentally she compares him with the men of her acquaintance. Presently she leans forward. White skin. Tarzan looks up. Jane. Jane. She looks at him for a moment and rising to her feet. She points herself into the jungle in the direction she believes the hut to be. White skin. We must go. Tarzan rises and looks in the direction indicated by her pointing finger. He looks at Jane. Go. Go. Go. Yes. Jane go. Jane go. White skin go. She takes a few steps toward as she believes the hut. Jane go. White skin go. Tarzan moves her back. He shakes his head. This is beyond him. In that direction lies Munger's village. And certainly this white she knows nothing of these black men that eat their skin. A thing the great apes do not tolerate. Jane stops. A game she points. Jane go. White skin go. Vigorously she nods her head while repeating the two words. Tarzan slowly shakes his head. How to tell Jane that in that direction lives the cannibal woman Garni. He takes her hand and he lifts it to his mouth and pretends to bite her arm in an effort to tell Jane that the savages are cannibals. Hungry. Lead. Jane. He points to the village. The direction in which she had started to go and shakes his head. Munger. Hungry. Lead. Jane. Tarzan does not understand the word but the horror in Jane's voice convinces him that she knows what he means. He points again in the direction of Munger's village and slowly emphatically shakes his head. Down on the beach below the headland with its flaming beacons. Clayton, Philander and Porter watch with mixed emotions the small boat pulling for the shore. Yes, professor. They are French. That's a French naval officer getting out of the boat now. There's been a sight of him giving me renewed hope. I'm sure our troubles are over now. Here he comes. Mr. Clayton, I presume. Yes, Lieutenant. And you? Is it known down now of the French Navy? I have new come and I hope. In time? In time. What do you mean? Sir, permit me to present you to Professor Porter. Sorry, Monsieur. And this is Mr. Philander. Oh, Lieutenant. Would you will but help us? May we have a certainty, but please explain. Miss Porter, the professor's daughter, was carried off yesterday by an ape. Moon June. An ape? It is impossible. Sausage inquiable. Oh, it is too horrible to contemplate. Rooted no killer at once. We heard her scream several times. Therefore we feel that it may not yet be too late. Ah, Monsieur Dublin, who will you find to search for my child? Well, yes, Monsieur, but certainly. Monsieur le Capitaine Dupin will be ashore presently and up. Here is le Capitaine now. Mon Capitaine, Monsieur Clayton. Monsieur. Monsieur Philander. Monsieur. Et le professeur Porter. Monsieur, it is a pleasure to know that we have arrived in time to be your assistant. Mon Capitaine, pardon, but we have not arrived in time. The gentleman has just informed me that the daughter of le professeur Porter has been carried off into the jungle by an ape. An ape? Monsieur. C'est terrible. C'est impossible. Allons, Monsieur. You have held. Le professeur, le professeur, has been taken into the jungle by an ape. Who will follow there? Allons, monsieur le professeur. Every man is volunteer kind. Explain quickly. Monsieur Philander saw the thing. Monsieur Porter, the briefing proved. Not this far, that the gentleman heard her scream. An hour or longer. I will not kill at once. Monsieur B, I lie. Monsieur, yes, thank you. We start. I want the protrusion out. We shall start at command. Le professeur, le premier mars. Prusennas, we'd better go to the hut first. The hut. It is far from the place of bien. Too much time, Donneau. Monsieur, a rather stout man. I think I might as well go through the trees more quickly than a monk. You see, it sounds like it, I know, but true. Very bruns, and we, Professor Porter, saw him kill a lion single-handed and not an ape abducted. No vage? Yes. I've had more powerful than one has ever seen before. But I couldn't help over here.