 Tarzan of the East, from the novels by Edgar Rice Burrow, with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Mr. M. Burrow as Jane Foster. This, if I'm a male friend of his body, I've taken some time to see the escape of Jane Foster and start toward the cannibal crime of effective rescues, tarzan of effective rescues, tarzan of weird, unearthly sweeps. Pull your breath! Not that much more of that. I knew it, Professor Tarzan. I cannot explore it. We know that there is hate, except in ourselves. And the rest of us. Might just annoy the things that come with tantalizing, things that come with tantalizing, things that come with tantalizing. You will just recall things. We can meet for some of your sounds that can arise. Well, of course they are, you mean, Professor Tarzan. Perhaps. Perhaps it was created by a human being. It was created by a human being. Anything but human. This is whose main reason for it. I had thought that this was trying to warn us of all things. But if I'd be seen as part of it, even he would dare to raise the taboo that the wettel butler had invoked about this case. He gave it when he found himself in the case of the convincers meeting. He knows... Perhaps we can escape. We can understand this, but we know the exit behind that. Very well. In order to distinguish that here, dash uncomfortably out of the industry, I've got no hands coming out of something tiny in the rest of this very, very, very... Feeling any better? Son, my little, I'm still shivering, though. Uh, just like to get back to your shoulders. Slammy a rotten hole, enter the tunnel. Well, shall I have another stir, Mr? You can only well wring the flag of the neck from right here. Do you really feel it's own method? Will you get us any information after we've stopped you through the other end of the cave? I've been no objection. And will you wish us like all? Oh, my God. I'm not about to talk of this, trust me, for that, trust me, take it. I do, I do. I am a suey. Do you, I am a suey. Do you, I am a suey. I am a suey. I am a suey. I am a suey. Let's go. Some of the Chinese tortures young people, but we all very deliberately showing the journey of the schools and leather ones and other... Have you noticed a certain one of the carvings? The gentleman's letter. The nightgown book row down on a very decent row. I'd have to consider this. Or at least he'll never know what duty which means to lander. He's pride. And I suppose that's what childlike people understand. We know how to still lander. We have the passage. The banter's rapidly but quietly on the black standing by the sacrificial... The black to turn. He sees Tarzan on the feed. The eighth man leaps forward. His strong steel-like fingers grip the black. Tarzan wraps his legs about the warrior as they roll over. No, Tarzan is on top. The black struggles to feed. Tarzan gets to his feet back. He pulls the burning band from the other side. He sets it alight. He throws the stockade. He pauses it. He's gone. He picks up a stick. He's gone. He looks now rising from the hut. He sees Tarzan beating the... Tarzan! Tarzan! Tarzan! Tarzan! Tarzan! He's been on the other side of the city! Tarzan! Tarzan leads the drum. He swings himself easily into the tree. He pushes upward while the drum found its black friend. I wonder, Tarzan. A little more high. Tarzan! Tarzan! Oh, I know you never... But you know I'm not accustomed to believe. Now, just... Oh, I can hardly look. Over a hundred feet above the ground. Yes. Oh, yes, Tarzan. They do see the fire. Listen. Soon, Goman, Jane, go cave. Cave? Yes. They'll go to the cave. Is the black finder here? Well, kill quick. Goman, Ganny, no shoot arrows here. No. I don't suppose they can see us. But if they did... Go now. All right. Down from the tip of the tree, Tarzan and Jane flash. The brown and green of branch and leaves pass Jane in a mixed blur. Now they're in the upper jungle terrace. And only the occasional glimpses of light between the giant trees indicates to Jane their speed, so steadily and surely the Tarzan make his way. We must be nearly there now. I'll ask the cave. And go away. Fire. Look. Cave. You can set me... Yes. Now, Jane, give Tarzan hand. Go quick. I can't run. All right. I hope nothing has happened while we were gone. Black man go inside before? No go inside after. I suppose that's right. If they didn't go in to begin with, there's no reason why they should have gone in afterwards. Is there? Look. Look, Jane. What? What Tarzan? No more caves. All water. Cave's gone. I can't see anything but water. Where's the opening? Opening. Go on. But Tarzan, an opening can't move. Black man will fix stone in cave. Tarzan, you mean... Yes, you're right. The blacks have rolled a big rock right across the entrance to the cave. Tarzan, no can move. Of course not. It must have taken ten or twenty men to roll that into place. But father is in that place. Closed in that place. Tarzan, no can move. Tantor move. Quick. Yes. I can't leave daddy in there. We can't call Tantor. Tarzan raises his head to call for his friend the elephant. He stops. He sees a pair of dreaming eyes staring at him from the brush. A movement. Black arms raising a bull with an arrow. Quickly. The eight man sweeps chain to him. With a leap, accurate and graceful as that of an impale, he gains the top of a pile of rock and a break against the wall of rock. Tarzan reaches above him. Grasp to slander the branch. It may not hold the combined weight, but it's his one chance. Right over the heads of the blacks who were hidden in the brush, they swing in a dizzy, flashing arc. The branch folds. Tarzan's arm shoots out. He grips another. Southerly, I'm quickly moved. The jungle vines toward the sheltering dimness of the lower jungle terrace. And they disappear. Here, inside the damp, spacious, ample cave of the cannibal tribe, Garno and Cleaton lie back exhausted from their efforts to extract any information from the black witch doctor. Porter and Salanto returning from their exploration of one of the side passages. Hadn't you been able to get anything out of hidden down north, black picketting? No, they make you. The constant they remind me that this cave is filled with the pocket spirits of brave warriors of the tribe, and that they are a lot of compound rubbish. No reason goes, but we wish, doctor, I suppose to have seen a little pizzeria with him. I assure you, they were doing a good job. Particularly not, Monsieur, if we kill him, even though we are probably standing here for one person, a guy in the tribe, we could all end rather than spilling on a friend. But remember this, we have very less material on time prior to all superstitions. Not so long, not at least. But don't you think you're a s*** on these things, Monsieur, stop spilling and coming. I don't think there was just down there. If we don't have to miss something, we'll miss the very dance. Thank you, but I have to see where that's going to go. Okay, so, what do we do? We don't need nothing. Why? Why? To escape! If I can't be able to summon the family party before the aunt in the tribe