 Tarzan, on the diamond of our share! Things are entamped on the bank of a tributary of the Ubangi River. A tornado destroys their camp. The bearers desert, taking with them most of the supplies. And Larson, the sweet hunter, disappears. Wolf volunteers to search for her. While the ape man is investigating the swollen river, seeking a place to cross, his friends are surrounded by a band of great apes. Tarzan returns at the moment one of the apes snatches Helen from the protecting arms of her father. From the edge of the clearing Tarzan screams his warning. He leaps forward toward the hairy root. The huge man-like beast looks up, sees Tarzan flying toward him with lightning speed. He drops Helen, and with a cry of rage turns to meet the ape man. Tarzan rush carries him swiftly to the side of the great ape. With hairy arms spread wide, lips snarling back from fighting fangs, the root screams its charges. The ape man leaps nimbly aside. Then in, close, Brown's arms splash out and under the grasping claws. Then up, to lock themselves behind the bullet head in a spine-breaking grip, Tarzan's legs clamp themselves about the ape's middle. With screams of rage and pain, the great beast cries the claw. The man thinks of its back. Tarzan's muscles stand out like ropes of steel as he adds pressure to his deadly grip. Carcola, vancane, carcola. Crying to the bullet head to surrender, Tarzan slowly, gradually forces the bullet head lower and lower on the ape's chest. Slowly, slowly, the huge beast is forced to the ground. One last effort! A low, whimpering cry, and Tarzan loosens his grip. He steps back. Carcola, vancane. Carcola, carcola. At the ape man's command to be off, the great bull climbs sullenly to his feet and backs away toward its hairy brothers. The small group of apes have watched the battle in silent expectancy. Now Tarzan walks slowly toward them. Mangare, hunk, gun Tarzan hohatan kerchak. The savvy japes back away from him, as Tarzan tells the brutes in their own language that he is Tarzan, king of the hip kerchak, mighty hunter, mighty fighter, that in all the jungle there is none so great. Then, chattering weirdly, they turn and move swiftly off into the jungle. Tarzan's friends who have watched the battle and its result in stunned silence stare at him as he calmly approaches. Good lord, what a sight! Why, it's unbelievable! Tarzan, who is it? Kiske shidi, you are a magnifique! Luton and Dalnu is right. You are magnificent! Nothing wonderful about it. Just a young bull ape who needed a lesson. Forget it. Forget it. You kill lions with a knife, handle elephants as if they were trained dogs, break the necks of crocodiles and subdue bull apes twice your size and calmly save or get it. Great spot, man. What are you? A sovereign of the forest who has learned to cope with the jungle. Is he not, Luton and Dalnu? No, ma'am, ma'am. Just that. Simply a matter of an environment, Gregory. If you'd been raised in the jungle, you would think nothing more of it. I suppose not, and yet. You're pretty well straightened out here. Most of the stuff will have to be left behind. The curry is rifles, ammunition and a blanket or two. You said, Luton and Dalnu, that you had been in the jungle too many months with no food. How did you exist? But we had food and quite enough. Tarzan supplied us with that. Wild fruit, game. Tarzan caught the animals with his rope. What would he do with a rope in the African... He used it just as the American cowboy uses his lasso. That's odd. When did you learn that trick, Tarzan? In the jungle. I hid them from grass. I still do. They're stronger than ordinary ropes. Well, as long as we're going to wait here for the river to go down, we might as well get this tent up, Darno, for Margaret and Helen. Back in the tomes, Safari, the Gregory deserters are happily going over the stolen supplies. Atan Tomes and Laltos are conferring with them boolee, the witch doctor. Boolee, if I give fire water, will your water mischievous boys fight tonight? Who would the mischievous fight? Safari, you just left. Those Boana children of evil spirit. They belong to Shaitanee. Be quite, Boana, Tarzan. Much as Sherry, very bad. You savvy? You want for what the mischievous? No. No cure. Boolee make big medicine. Tell black boys go along Tarzan, Boan's friends. Bring back along me. Can do? Can do. Boana give plenty of fire water. Remember, no cure. If cure, no chamois sort, no paces, no fire water. Boolee, let me go now. Make big double for Watanishi boy. Come big move tonight, Watanishi fight. For liquor they will do anything, Laltos. But nothing but will come of it, master. There is an evil breath in the air. The smell of death. Jumboon, Boonee. That was a fine job of cleaning up you and the Watanishi boys did. Where's Tom, Boana? I've got Boana there. Along with Koopa, Boana, big friends. Wolf here? The fool should be with the Gregory Safari. Yes, perhaps. Spin round out, Tarzan. Well, Tom, everything that Wolf is expected. I told you to remain to the Gregory Party, Wolf. What are you doing here? Don't worry. They think I'm out looking for the bearers and Larsen. What happened to Larsen? I don't know. He disappeared during the night. I'm supposed to be haunting him. What happened at the Gregory camp last night? That storm was a godsend for us. The opportunity I was looking for. Right in the middle of it Boolee and his boys run away and Tarzan didn't find out until this morning. What's going on out there? Boolee making medicine for the attack tonight. Oh, it's arranged. For tonight, Wolf, at Moonrise. And me. You will return at once. You must be there when the attack begins. I shall give orders for your capture at the first charge. Like a fresh scar on the green earth, the storm ravaged camp of Tarzan lies steaming in the jungle. Assemblance of order has been restored by the eight men. Two tents have been erected. Near at hand, a third covers the few remaining supplies. Seated before one of the tents, Dono and Gregory are checking over a short list of articles left them by the deserting blacks. In the tent opening, Magra and Helen sit watching Tarzan as he unrolls a long canvas-wrapped bundle. What is he Tarzan? Oh, nothing much. Just some of my jungle equipment as Dono comes in. Why, it is a bow and a quiver of arrows. Oh, dead. Come here and see what Tarzan's on earth. What is it, Boonami? My bow and arrows and rope. You call that a bow? But that little thing couldn't throw an arrow ten feet. You know how to use a bow, Gregory? Oh, yes. Archery is one of my hobbies. I use a much longer and stronger bow. Would you like to try this little one of mine? Here, I'll string it. There. It's an arrow. Here's one thing I'm known novice at. Now, what shall I shoot? See the dark spot on that tree over there, girls? About 50 feet, isn't it, Tarzan? How about that? All right. Watch the arrow dead center. Great, Scott. What's this thing made of? Steel? I can't budge it. What's the matter, Dad? Here, let me try again. I give up. I can just barely bend the thing. Here, Tarzan. Let's see you shoot it. That dead stump down there beside the entrance. What's the arrow, Mr. Gregory? Dead center. Larsson, don't let the breath. Larsson, he looks as if he's been chewed by a buzzer. Oh, Mr. Larsson. What happened, Larsson? You're terrible. What made him? When you sent me down to look after them last night, they found them robbing the supply tent. When they tried to stop them, they jumped on me, tied me up and took me with them. Took you with them? Where are they? I don't know. They jumped me again in the jungle, and when they came to, they was gone. Where is Wolf? Did they get him too, Tarzan? No, he went out over the back trail to look for you. He'll be all right. Sure, but they came in over the back trail. They didn't see him. Look there, coming up the trail. Speak out the devil and he will walk in. And he's coming over the back trail. Strange, they didn't see each other. Bien étrange, mon ami, and there were only moments up. Well, not a trace of the speed, Tarzan, but the plenty of the bearers, they passed over the back trail. Larsson is back, Wolf. Oh, well, I'm glad of that. When did he get in? It's funny you didn't see him. He walked in just a moment before you did, over our old trail. That's funny. I don't see how I could have missed him. Over the little camp, the sun sinks red and dry, leaving the jungle hot in the electric air of mystery and suspense. Twilight comes and passes like a blue breath. Presently a great yellow moon leaps into the sky of black velvet, dropping shimmers of silver on the Indigo Waters River. Above the jungle chorus of the night comes the mother of a drum. Tarzan and his friends are grouped about a small fire close to the two tents. At the faint beat of the drum, the eight man leaps to his feet. He stares off into the deep shadows. Tarzan, what is it? Listen. A war drum. Yeah, sure. War drum? I don't... That drum is close. Close, mon ami? Yeah, it sounds miles away. And they did trick. They are close, beating the drum softly. To give us the impression they are very far away? Exactly, Margaret. Get your rifles, you men. Pull out that fire. Bring ye! Here they come!