 Again, we bring you another episode from Edgar Rice Burrow's startling book, Tarzan of the Eighth. Swinging with easy grace and miraculous speed, Tarzan soon comes upon Captain Tracy hopelessly lost in the maze of undergrowth. Silently unseen, Tarzan looks down upon the man and pities his inadequacy. A slight movement in the tall brass behind Tracy catches Tarzan's eye. A tawny shadow, Numa the lion, crouched for a spring, his sinewy legs drawn deep under him, his lean body low, yellow fangs bared, lips twisted in a fearful, soundless snarl. His body sinks lower, crouching for that terrific deadly spring, lower, lower, inch by inch, lower. In a moment there'll be a roaring snarl and angled body, lower, lower. He's swift, steady fingers, Tarzan snatches an arrow from his quiver, fits it into the bowstring, with bow pulled taught Tarzan waits. The lion's eyes glow, his body is tense, ready. Slowly, the merciless, yellowish-green eyes close, with a huge, dripping mouth open. Numa snarls, crazy whirls, pulling to the race of darling death, Tracy screams. There's a moment of deadly tension, Numa screams, but the lion's muscular body launches itself, an arrow flies from Tarzan's bow, punches deep into Numa's thigh. For a moment, the charge is stopped, but only for a moment. Numa turns, slaps with the arrow buried in his lean thigh, Tracy starts to run, stumbles, falls. Numa and a magnanimous pain and rage flows around, tense for one more terrific spring upon the full man. Tracy crawls, rolls, digs his fingers deep into the earth to beg him for safety. It's no use. Numa screams. I come from it. Tarzan drops from a tree, lands upon the hurling beast in midair, his fingers beating in fury, and once striking in, they twist in the air, fall. Tarzan's mighty right arm encircles the beast's neck. The giant falls strike out, Tarzan clings to the British neck, slowly, with sinew turning, strengthy pulls the great head backward, twisting, snarling, clawing, backward, backward. Suddenly Tarzan's knife punches, punches with terrific force to the side of the lion, again and again and again. Slowly, the great muscles of the lion relax. The yellowish green fire fades from his eyes. The great head goes loose in Tarzan's grasp. Numa is dead. Dropping the dead lion, Tarzan pulls back his head, beats his chest as he sends echoing through the jungle, his cry of the victory. Tarzan, the mighty hunter, has made a kill. Hanks. Hanks, old man, you saved my life. It was, well, all but unbelievable. My name is Tracy. Numa bundolo tarman cany. Tarzan bundolo numa. Numa bund... I don't understand. Numa bundolo tarman cany. I'm sorry, old man, but English is the only language I know. Tarzan studies Tracy curiously. Slowly, he walks around it. Finally, Tracy starts off, motioning Tarzan to follow it. Tarzan realizes that the man is going in the direction away from which he came. He grasps Tracy's arm to lead him in the opposite direction. Certain that he's right, Tracy starts off again in the wrong direction. This time, Tarzan takes from his leopard skin girdle the green jade bottle and floods it into Tracy's hand. Tracy is amazed and then... He's aghast. With a swift gesture, Tarzan grabs Tracy, hoists him to his shoulder. Tracy struggles futilely and then relaxes. Certainly, this poorest man who saved his life at the risk of his own has no intent other than for good. Tracy is appalled. Tarzan leaps, grasps low, branch of a tree. Up, up, he leaps from branch to branch in a moment they're sweeping along with incredible speed. Meanwhile, Clayton, Jane, and Professor Porter are stealthily making their way out for they intend to hide themselves from Yonk, believing they'll be safe. Unknown to them, Yonk and Snape are following. I thought I heard somebody following us. I too heard something. Come on, hurry along. Just through this next bulkhead. Serious! Oh, shoot. Run for it. Take Jane's other arm, Professor. Come on, sir. Forty-five, ninety, here's the end. What are we going to do? We ain't got a chance of getting through that door. On both sides. Am I supposed to sit on my ditty bag doing nothing but waiting for them to get ready to come out? Luck and the dimes start to death. Can't we just maroon them some place? You know, sort of give them a run for their alley. Don't be a fool, Snipes. With them alive, our name will be carved on every gallows in the country. If we get them out of the way, get the treasure, scull the old tub, we're away clean. Sure. That's all right for the guy in the old eater. But what about the dimes? Yonk, baby. When I want any suggestions from you, Snipes, I'll ask for them. Crack that valve and stuck my head in the noose for a treasure, and I'm not going to be cheated. Never cheated you out of nothing yet, Yonk. But if you side turn it, there'll be a lamp in here somewhere. Here are some matches. Always the last pocket in which one looks. There's an apple there. Oh, what luck. Imagine that beast Yonk firing on our wall. Oh, this is terrible. I've been thinking it over, Clayton. The best thing for us to do is to go out, face them, and offer to do anything, anything in return for their word to give Jane safe passage to the next pot. Their word? What good will that do? Oh, those horrible, nasty little eyes. That's my George. Look, look, look. They're scurrying. Half of them have gone already. Thanks, heaven. What in the world are you supposed to honor them all that way? When rats divert, it's an ill omen, they say. The document is being dragged in. Oh, let's get out of here. They're going to flutter us out. Open the door. You might as well go up and face it. When I open the door, stand back. Oh, but can he take off in there? All right. Stand back, Professor. The door must be stuck. Put your shoulders to it. All right, now. One, two. Get on the other side. Now, don't worry. We'll pound on the door and they'll open up. Hand me that bottle over there. Oh, Jane. Yes, yes. Let me help you up on the side so you can keep your feet. No, don't bother. I'm right up to my knees now. Hurry. Lock on the door. Here's the door. Right. And here it is. Oh, surely. Surely they'll open it. That's funny. Jump. Open the door. Jump. You're here.