 Far Zan of the apes brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice borrows intense book I can't see them, but I'm sure they're in the hot here professor a rightful for you Now I should give them a good work professor Did you bring ammunition for that? No, I didn't see it. I don't know. Yes. Here. I am. We must make it out here back To back. That's the matter. There is no more ammunition except what is in the right What happened to it hopefully in some other hot or my magazine Nothing for it, but to use the rivals as come here. They can't take that We make a run for a clean can we make for the game on a chance of the world which is never made I know I know I couldn't make it. I'm all in now. So am I will end up and keep on why don't I close in where we can Hit them. I'm on the ground this time my hand By the heart. I'm afraid he is. I thought that it's it's And anybody else hurt. I don't know. I'm not hurt, but I'm in the most impossible position. I'm lying on my face. I'm all right. Thank you. I haven't any broken bones, but I can't move my feet. No, no, can I pass into a state Then we're all in the same predicament. Oh, I can't move all. Who's this? Is it Dono? I think so. He's right by me. It can't be anyone else. I can't touch him. Dono, you're alive. Of course he's alive. Very much alive. I know, but don't you see if the Blacks thought that he was dead they probably didn't tie him up. If only I could turn over. I might be a producer. I know you couldn't, Belanda. You're tied to the state just as we are. Oh, tell me, what is it that has happened? My head is all. Someone hit you, Dono. But listen, are you bound? Tied? I cannot tell. Oh, my head. It is black like night. At my eyes, I cannot see. Good afternoon, son, a blazing disk of red drops quickly into the west. The tips of the giant tree is already with the reflected glow. The jungle itself glows in the diffuse light as though the rays filtered through an endless corridor of stained glass windows. Overhead the chattering of monkeys, the sleepy chirping of myriad of birds, the staccato-crackling of bright green parrots. Below the soft rustling of bending grasses, the pad-pad of stealthy feasts, the musical gurgle of the stream winding its way to the sea. Along the jungle trail comes Tantor. Tantor is proud, proud of the friendship of Tarzan, proud that he, Tantor, has been called to the eight-man's assistance. They come to the clearing where Tarzan built James' shelter. Tarzan orders Tantor to stop. Tantor! Tando! Tarzan climbs to the ground. He holds out his arm and lifts Jane gently to the Mawsey carpet. Thank you, Tantor. You came just in time. I know you don't understand, but thank you. And Jane brought her softly past the huge animal. Perhaps Tantor understands the thought behind the words. His little eyes gleam, his head moves slowly from side to side. He raises his trunk in the air and with a triumphant call to tell the jungle that he's on his way, Tantor plods off toward the water hose. Jane frightened? Not now, White Skin. No, no. Tantor, Grier, Jane. Tantor, Grier, Jane. Yes. Tantor, Grier, White Skin. Tantor, Grier, Jane. Oh! I suppose you mean Mike. Tantor, Mike, Jane. Like? Like? Yes. Tantor, like White Skin. Tantor, like Jane. Oh, yes. White Skin, like Jane. Jane, like White Skin? Yes, White Skin. Jane, like. But now, let me see if I can explain this. How did you find me? Find. Find. As Jane says the word find, she hides a small twig in a clump of moss. She looks about as if searching. Tarzan moves the moss aside, picks up the twig and hands it to Jane. That's it, White Skin. Find. You find. Find. Find. Find. Find. Yes, Jane Hutt. Golden Danny, take Jane. White Skin, find. For the moment Tarzan is puzzled. Then he remembers that Jane was not at the hut where he expected to find her. That must be what she means. White Skin, go hut. No find. No find, Jane. That's right. Yes, yes. White Skin, find. Go, man, Danny. And Tarzan dilates his nostrils as though searching for a scent score. White Skin, find. Go, man, Danny. Find Jane. Tantor, come quickly. White Skin, scent man. White Skin, find. Go, man, Danny. White Skin, go hut. No find, Jane. White Skin, find. Go, man, Danny. Many. Go, man, Danny. Find Jane. White Skin, talk. Tantor. Tantor, come back quick. Kill. Go, man, Danny. Expressive. Even if somewhat disjointed. You know White Skin, you're learning English in a remarkably short time. Time? Time? Short time? Short time? Yes. Short time. Same as quickly. Oh. Short time. Quickly. Same as? Yes. Same as. Now let me please. Kill White Skin. Jane reaches above her and flux a leaf from the tree. She holds it up, comparing it with another leaf. Same as. White Skin. Same as. Same as. Same as. Tarzan holds up the grasses for the new grass rope. Then he picks up the old rope. Rope. Same as rope. That's it. You've got it perfectly. Tarzan sits down and ponders over the many new words that Jane has taught him. The gloom of the jungle deepens. A blackness, sullen foreboding envelops the forest. A disturbing air of suspense that makes itself felt even to the beasts of the jungle hangs over everything. Black in the cannibal droll, the blackness is pierced by the ruddy flames as they curl up from the sacrificial fire in the center of the compound. The disturbing drop of the needed drums, the grotesque dancing of the blacks as they circle the fire carries a feeling of menace to the prisoners lying bound in the hut. I twisted and struggled around so much that I convinced that the stake to which my feet got tied is loose in the ground. You mean it, Professor? Yes, yes. Really? Then we might be able to get away. Oh, our situation is desperate. Ah, no. You all right? Can you see? Yeah, we're going to have to find you. I can see. I've been busy with this rope. By your feet tied, too? Yes, but not to a stake. Then, work your way to the professor. His stake is loose. Together, you may be able to dislodge it. That is what I am doing. A few more inches, and I stare. There, now. Now am I touching your feet, Monsieur the Professor? Yes, yes. I shall read myself. That's it, Donald. Now, a little more. Ah, now you have your feet down to mine. Yeah, now together, push, Monsieur. They're coming. Lie still. Don't speak. They're taking me away. Look, Cylinder, please. Do not fight. Do not resist. Cylinder, if you find Jane, take care of her. Take care of her. I'll go for her. Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder, Cylinder.