 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 sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of trouble comes in pairs. The village of the Bayoukos was in turmoil. Devil dancers whirled about the ceremonial fire, which doctors in grotesque masks made frantic gestures to ward off the demons. And a frightened maiden broke away from his guards and dashed wildly toward the beach. He climbed into a tiny dowel, shoved off, and hurriedly raised the small sail. But already a dozen angry warriors were clambering into a sleek war canoe to give chase. May four canoe travel fast, men of Bayoukos. Send paddles through water like water, the lightning. Look great chief, wind begin to come up. Yanobo has sailed in boat, will travel fast over water. Not faster than anger of gods. We catch Yanobo, follow him to ends of earth. Yanobo marks for death. Lock, Tarzan. Lock so people of Bayoukos not get me. The people of your own tribe are chasing you? The deal. All night they chase Yanobo in war canoe. Wind help me get away. But they reach this cabin soon now. Save Yanobo, Tarzan. I can't interfere in tribal matters, Yanobo. If you've committed some crime or broken some taboo, you must suffer the consequences. Yanobo not do crime or break taboo. He swear his truth, not do anything wrong. Well then, why did you run away? Bayoukos people won't kill me. Yanobo think if he reach Seaco's cabin of Tarzan, lord of jungle, save him. Please, Tarzan. Listen. It's the men of your tribe approaching. You wait here, Yanobo. I'll go outside to meet them. To the Bayoukos people? We know man we seek is here. There's no use, try to keep from us. Yes, Yanobo is inside my cabin. But he says you intend to kill him and that he has committed no crime. No, he not commit crime. He also says he has broken no taboo. He speak true. Well then, why do you desire his life? He commit crime, Tarzan. He born a twin. A twin? Other half of Yanobo die. It is law Yanobo share his grave. You intend to bury him alive because his twin is dead? It's law of jungle people. It's law of Bayoukolan. It's law of gods. And while the scene of anger and violence was occurring at Tarzan Seaco's cabin, a scene of utter peace and contentment was taking place aboard a small ocean liner a few miles off the coast. The SS African pride two days out of Cape Town was on its way to Monrovia and at the rail of its a-deck stood a lovely blonde girl and a handsome youth. They held each other's hands as they looked out at the blue sea. Isn't it thrilling, Bob? The ocean? The ocean and Africa and the street. All of it. It would be a whole lot more thrilling if it were a honeymoon, Joe. Bob, you promised you wouldn't bring that up again. But I can't keep that promise, Joe. You love me? You said it a dozen times. Of course I do. But I can't break up the act. Jackie and I have been trooping together since we were babies. I just couldn't walk out on her. But we could still keep the act? What's Jackie got against me? She hasn't anything against you. But we promised Mother and Dad. Okay, Joe. Let's forget about it. Where is the princess? In her cabin. I think she's giving herself a manicure. And grousing because I signed us up for this African appearance. Take my word for it, Jill. You live to regret this fierce loyalty you have for your sister. She'll meet some guy with enough money to satisfy her someday, and she'll leave you. Just like that. She wouldn't. Okay, so she wouldn't. So you'll keep on dancing until you're both old maids. And as you get older, you'll both get poorer and poorer engagements. You'll end up working in some run-down, third-rate nightclub somewhere. I wouldn't worry if I were you, Mr. Robert Elliott. The Evans twins will make out all right. Tarzan exercised his full authority. The men of Bayouka land were ordered back to their village. They gathered about their chief, muttering dark curses upon the jungle lord. Then finally they walked slowly away from Tarzan's cabin in the direction of the beach. Tarzan looked after them for a moment and then went inside to face a cowering Yanobo. Tarzan, are they gone? Yes, they've gone, Yanobo. But I doubt that they've given up the hope of killing you. They might remain here forever. Yanobo, just what is this native superstition concerning twins? Two Bayouka people. Twins are one person in two bodies, are made like two because of great curse. Yes, I've heard of that belief. But you'll not know what it mean. In native village, twins' food divided in two, gift to one shared by other. Twin boys must marry same girl when one sick both take medicine. If one commit crime, both beaten. One twins live twins, die twins. One die, both buried. And when did your twin die? Yanobo's mama killed his twin when born. She killed your twin at birth? No deal. And she not tell people she bear cursed twins. Then how did your tribe twin find it out now? Yesterday Yanobo become father. Twins? No deal. And Yanobo's mama see new curse on tribe and is afraid. She go to witch doctor and tell truth. Now Yanobo must die and his sons must leave his twins. Almost bad as death. But Yanobo you can't desert your sons. I don't know how we can fight against the superstitions of centuries, but we must try. We must go back to your twin sons. We must return to Bayouka land. I spoke to the manager and he said he'd fix up the dressing room. I'm not jail. I'm Jackie. And you can tell the manager not to bother. We're not staying. But I brought all our stuff down to the theater. I even looked that full length mirror you insist on carrying all over. You should complain. It's all your fault we landed in a dump like this. We have a chance to play in Paris or in Africa. And you choose Africa. I didn't think it was going to turn out to be a place like this. You didn't think period. Jackie I admit I pulled a boner. But it wouldn't matter to you if I were right or wrong. Everything I do seems wrong to you. You're not kidding. Why do you resent me? You've never been a twin. You wouldn't understand. Well try to explain it to me. Jill and I were born within a few minutes of each other. We lay in the same cradle. We took our first steps the same day. When we started to talk we said the same words. Everything we ever did after that we did together. School dancing classes, dates. Our first amateur show. Our first nightclub date. Everything. Until you came along. But you were agreeable to my joining the act? Because it was good for the act. Good for both of us I thought. I didn't know you were going to try and break us up. I'm not trying to break you up Jackie. It's true that I happen to fall in love with Jill. Well it won't do you any good. We're twins and we're sticking together. Nothing will ever split us up. But that's a warped way of looking at things. It's not normal. Okay so it's not normal. That's the way it is. You can kiss us goodbye here. Or you can come along as far as Paris. We can still get to Paris in time to take that date there. But even if we broke our contract here we couldn't leave. The ship's already gone and there's not another one for over a month. There's a ship leaving from Dakar next week and Dakar is only a few hundred miles away. Yeah a few hundred miles of unbroken jungle. I looked at a map. We only have to cross one tiny little strip of jungle. A section called Bayouko land. As stealthily as Panthers stalking a prey Tarzan and Yonobo enter the village of the Bayoukos and crept to the thatched hut that Yonobo had once called home. They held their breath so that Yonobo's twin sons would not cry out in alarm. But the hema was empty and nowhere in the village could they hear the wail of babies nor catch the slightest glimpse of Yonobo's sons. Only in the sacred burial grounds of the Bayoukos was there a clue to their disappearance. Voice freshly dug grave Tarzan. A grave just long enough for a newborn child. Just long enough but wider than grave for single child. Yes it is wide. Yonobo's sons born our part. Last one is weak maybe die. And so they also kill the other one. Like Yonobo tell Tarzan. Twins they are born. Twins they live. Twins they die. You speak true Yonobo. His will of God. Yonobo is twin. He too must die. Wait! Wait men of Bayouko land. I Tarzan lord of the jungle command you to listen to me. Speak. For years I've witnessed the strange superstitions of the jungle tribes. I've tried to teach you my brothers that many of these beliefs are wrong though I've never spoken ill of your gods. But all of you must know that there is no evil in a newborn child nor have you found evil in Yonobo during his lifetime among you. And yet you have taken the life of a newborn infant and now you're threatened to kill your neighbor. You say that this is the will of the gods. I say that they are false gods. All that those who tell you the will of your gods lie. Quick Tarzan, we run! No! Look after Tarzan. Yonobo, great chief Tarzan also help us. Yes, a dozen of your men are managing to hold me. Are these the same brave warriors who killed the child? You talk enough jungle lord. Now you rest tongue and use eyes. You see what men of Bayouko land do to those who anger her gods. No, no, not kill Yonobo. No, not kill Yonobo. Now is this carts getting heavy to drag along Jackie? You spent the first two days of this trip telling Jill how strong you were. That was before we lost the trail. We wouldn't have lost it if we had guides. I don't know why those natives wouldn't come along. Maybe they don't like the idea of women on safaris. They took a look at Jill and you. Oh yes, it was all our fault. Oh watch out, you're scratching my mirror. You better stop and wrap it up better. Okay princess. But why you had to bring tons of costumes, gallons of makeup, a full length mirror and all the rest of this stuff along is more than I'll ever understand. Hey! I'm sorry Jill, I'm tying these ropes in a sort of a harness so I can pull this cart and wheel the machete at the same time. I'll take the axe for a while Jill. Chopping through the jungle will be a relief after talking to him. Well, now maybe my hands are free enough to do a little chopping. Oh Bob, why do you have to keep fighting with Jackie all the time? Why do I fight with her? Well it can't all be her fault. It is all her fault. If it weren't for you Jill, I wouldn't even talk to her. She's a selfish impossible brat and for two cents I... I won't have you talk about my twin that way. If you hate Jackie so much you can't be in love with me. But I am. If I didn't love you I... Listen, listen, drums and native music. We must be getting near there by you called village. Well, we'll be all right after that then. We can get guides there and maybe borrow some food and... They're supposed to be pretty savage. We'll have to take a chance. Oh, I don't think they'll bother us any Bob. The Evans twins have always been pretty lucky. Tarzan had been able to save neither the twin infants nor the native who'd come to him for help. As he walked slowly away from their village his heart was heavy. Suddenly his nostrils quivered. The scent of tarman gunay, a white man was strong. He grasped the hanging Lyanna and swung upwards. And moments later he dropped from the trees beside Bob Elliot and Jill Evans. You needn't be alarmed. Careful Jill. I offer friendship. I caught your scent a few moments ago and I came to warn you that the natives of this district are most dangerous. I was afraid they might be. So far we've been lucky. We've seen no natives and very few animals. Jill, I found the trail again and we can... Well, where did the Boy Scout come from? Twins. Yes, we're twins. What's the matter? Haven't you seen twins before? I saw one twin recently, a native. Look, I haven't time to explain now but you've got to get out of this district as soon as possible. Not me. I'm heading for that village. We need food. I'd like to hire some native guys. I'll be your guide and I'll hunt food for you along the trail but you mustn't go into that village. Why should we trust you? For all we know you may be leading us into some trap. I failed the last person I tried to help but I'm not going to fail again. Not even if I have to use force. Now look here, Jungle Man. I tell you you're in real danger. Will you come with me? Well, I suppose if you say we're in danger, we'll have to deal with it. Well, I'm not coming with you. No man's going to spring down from the trees and tell me what to do. I told you I'd use force and I will. Oh, put me down. Jill, food. But you haven't got me buffaloed. Buffaloed? There's something phony about you. First you almost killed me dragging me away from that village and now you tell me I can't even walk with Jill. What is this? I've told you, Jackie, the Bayucos are watching us. They've been following us for hours. I haven't seen them besides I don't believe that nonsense about their killing people just because they're twins. I didn't say they kill all twins, but they have many superstitions concerning them and we can't afford to have the Bayucos find out that you and Jill are twins. You think that just because Bob and Jill are a few hundred yards behind us, you'll fool anyone into thinking we are not twins. We may, now that you're wearing your hair differently and the two of you aren't dressed the same. But if you're walking side by side, they might be able to see. All right, all right. I just hope Bob's being careful with my things. Jill and he are still pulling that cart, but why they have to drag a carload of trinkets through the jungle is more than I can understand. It won't hurt them to pull it. I'm doing my share. Bob and Jill aren't doing any of the chopping. Well, how can they if they have to pull that heavy... Oh, careful, Jackie, don't hack any of those bluish-black trees, thick ones over there. Oh, so now you're going to tell me what trees I can cut. You're not satisfied to nearly tell me what to eat, what to wear, and how to do my hair and where to walk. Now you're going to select the trees I can chop. I just wanted to warn you that... Well, if I want to cut one of those trees, I'll do it. No, Jackie, no! Stickly pulling my arm off. Did you see that sap gushing from the tree? Yes. Wouldn't have killed me if a little had gotten on you. If one drop of that sap had got into your eyes, it would have blinded you for life. What? Some of the trees and bushes in the jungle are as dangerous as the wild animals in the savages. If you expect to come out of this jungle alive, you'll have to do exactly as I say. Gosh, Jill, certainly good to be resting. But I hate to think of spending another night in the jungle. Well, we can't go on all day and all night, too. Oh, I'm certainly beat. Poor Jackie. She was really tired. Not so tired she didn't make me haul that beloved mirror inside the tent. The middle of the jungle and she has to print. She must have fallen asleep by now, though. I don't hear any sound in there. I don't think I can fall asleep until I get some food. Tara's not to be back by now. He's been wonderful, hasn't he, Bob? Jackie doesn't think so. Oh, let's don't start picking on Jackie again. I'd better wake her up. She can never eat when she first gets up. I'll throw a little more wood on the fire. Tarzan may like his food raw, but not me. I wonder what it'll be tonight. You know, I sort of went for that antelope meat that he brought back last... Bob, she's gone. Jackie's disappeared. Of course she must have slipped out when we weren't looking. One of the tent pegs in the back has been pulled up. I don't think she'd have gone of her own accord. Maybe those natives Tarzan says have been following us. You better stay here, Joe. I'll circle the district. But I won't go far. I don't want to take a chance on your... Just relax, kiddies. Nothing's happened to little Jackie. Jackie, where have you been? Out getting my own food. I won't eat another thing that man brings back. He thinks we can't get along without him, but... What's the matter, Jackie? I don't know. What did you eat? Just some fruit, nuts, and some mushrooms. Mushrooms? Jackie, Jackie, you've been poisoned. Nonsense. It's just that I'm over-tired. I know a mushroom from a toad's tool. I'll be all right in him. We'd better take her inside. Bob, look, natives. Face is peering out of every bush. Well, let them peer. We've got to get Jackie inside the tent and try to do something for her. We'll never get out alive anyway. Maybe she's better off. What's wrong with Jill? Why is she lying there? It's...it's not Jill. It's Jackie. She's dead. That's crazy. She couldn't be dead. I only left the three of you a little while ago. Easy what's wrong with her. I'm sure that I can just... That's true. I can't hear her heart beating. I never, never would have let Tarzan. I wasn't going to get married. She was afraid I was going to leave her. What happened? She went looking for food. I guess she ate some poisonous toad's dish. I wish I'd been the one who'd eaten them. If only I'd come straight back. I should have, but I saw a band of Bayoukos and I thought I'd circle around and avoid them. That's what took me so long. If only I'd... Jill. What, Tarzan? Jill. If the Bayoukos find that you're a twin and the other half of you, as they put it, is dead, we're in real trouble. But at least they haven't seen the two of you together. They did see Jackie and Jill together, Tarzan. When? Just before Jackie... Just before Jackie keeled over. We could see their faces leering at us from the bushes. Then we have no time to lose. If we can reach the upper level of jungle growth... Come on, leave Jackie. At least nothing. She's had a decent burial. I understand, Jill. I'll carry her through the back of the tent here and I'll... I'll bury her beneath the branches of a mighty jungle tree. Bob, you've got to take care of Jill. Have her ready to leave by the time I return. It was a peaceful spot, Jill, right among the great trees and the jungle flowers. I covered the grave with a warm blanket of moss. Thank you. If anything happens to us, Tarzan, we want you to know... Hush! The jungle drums. Stay inside and keep quiet. It's the Bayoukos and they're almost here. I'll go outside. Be careful, Tarzan. I won't fail again. I can't. Where are twins, Tarzan? Twins? White girl twins. We see them many days. Oh, they're inside the tent, preparing to retire. Retire? Yes, they make ready for sleep. Maybe one is already in great sleep. Dead? What gave you such a ridiculous idea? Warriors say see one girl fall down. If one dead, other must die. But they are white women. They're not members of your tribe. Are still in Bayoukolan. If one dead, other won't die. It's law of gods. And if they are both alive, you... He will do them no harm. We follow for many days, not do harm. Unless gods become angry, we not hurt them. But first, show us they are alive. Well, you cannot expect women to leave their beds when they are preparing for sleep, but I shall let you see that they are both alive. And well. Do you understand, Bob? Yeah, I'm to step outside at the same time you do. I'm to hold one side of the tent flap open while you hold the other. Now I'm to say nothing. That's right. And Jill? I'm to brush my hair, put on lipstick, then extend my hand straight forward and pretend to shake hand. Exactly. And try to control your fear and your sorrow, Jill. We'll be all right if they've never seen a mirror before. Come on, Bob. All right. All right, Bob. Hold that side of the flap while I hold this one. Right. You're too white with your beard. You see, great chief? They brush their hair so that it will not be tangled in the morning. Like one woman, they move. What? Proves what Bayouko say. Twin is only half person. See, girls move at the same time. Same way. Now put on war paint at the same time. Nadiotarsan. They live. One not dead. We not harm them. And by tomorrow they'll be out of Bayouko Land and you need have no fears that they will bring the anger of your gods down upon you. What twins do now? They're shaking hands. It's the white man's sign meaning good night. Good night, men of Bayouko Land. Go well. They're leaving, Tarzan. Yes, Bob, and they're traveling in the direction of their village. That means they won't pass Jackie's grave. They may not discover it for days and by tomorrow I'll have you in that car. Poor Jackie. I used to fight with her. I should have tried to understand how she felt. But I guess someone who's never been a twin could... They've gone? Yes, Jill. Are you ready to leave now? I can't leave, Tarzan. Taking Bob somewhere where he can forget about me. I want to stay here with Jackie. Jill, perhaps neither Bob nor I can ever understand the feeling that exists between twins, but I know this. You're not half a person. You're a whole one and Bob loves you. Now, were you to remain here, you'd be just as guilty as the ignorant savages who killed that newborn infant. You'd be wasting your life. And Bob's. I'll try to make you happy, Jill. Honestly, I will. Thank you, Bob. I think I'm ready to go, Tarzan. Jill, someday this will seem only like a dream, a very bad dream, but one that's passed. I know you and Bob will be happy, but if the two of you should ever have twins, don't bring them to Bayuko Land. We hope you've enjoyed the story of trouble comes in pairs and that you'll remain for a preview of our next exciting story of Tarzan. A slender youth who has spent years in the jungle leaves the bush and travels to the city of Amdumara. He stops at the Cafe Bal Oriental for a drink of celebration, for he's accumulated a fortune and he's about to leave Africa for good. He never does, for that night he dies. Tarzan attempts to solve the murder and finds himself crossing the jungle with three people, one of whom must be the murderer. Tarzan, a transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice Burroughs, is produced by Walter White, Jr., prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Glasser. This is a Commodore production. 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