 Tarzan of the eights from the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs with Mr. James H. Pierce as Tarzan and Miss Joanne Burroughs as Jane Porter Professor Porter and his party assuming the roles of powerful medicine men have entered the sacred temple cave of the cannibals Only to learn that they're in a trap Jane Porter meanwhile has induced Tarzan to take her to the cannibal crowd when he goes seeking arrows there They find evidence that her father and his party have been there searching the huts for her father Jane is seized by a black arm Now are you ready? Hold your breath Dreams carries the Tarzan at the chief's hut Tarzan jumps out into the clearing speeds across the stockade reaches the last With a blood-curdling yell Tarzan grips the black holding Jane he twists the warrior's arm back screams with agony, but he lets Jane go another black leaps on Tarzan's back But the eight man lunges forward throws the black over his shoulder catches him by the foot and with a mighty swing He throws the terrified baby into the open Tarzan lifts Jane from her feet He talks out of the hut and makes for the tree overhanging the palisade. He's too late The black hunting party piles in through the gate. They're between Tarzan and the tree Coleman Gany no kills yet. Jane no frighten. The blacks close in Tarzan stops running places Jane on her feet and turns to face them One big black throws back his arm to hurl a spear. The blacks swarm over Tarzan like so many ants By sheer weight of numbers they pull the eight man to the ground Tarzan struggles but a half dozen blacks hold grimly to each arm They pick him up tie him with his own grass rope and throw him into a hut. A powerful black has seized Jane She struggles to escape striking beautifully at her capture Let me go you brute! I support her, Tarzan-o, Clayton, and Philander are looking for the witch doctor far away out of the cave Do you not think, Tarzan-o, that we might make an effort to get out as we entered through the curtain of water? Seven dead in this year. Not sure of you. We have no way of buying that when we came in, but no, Monsieur We cannot possibly get out that way Not enough before. Now it's worse. Something was rolled in front of the cave Yes, a huge stone I noticed as we came in And then it would seem that our suspicious of the witch doctor was just divine Yes, but this conversation isn't getting us out of here And I think, Jane, if we ought to get out, the sooner we do it, the better Of course, of course. And at the same time, if we do get out of here quickly We can pretend that we had no trouble The other exit must be at the back of the cave Behind the elota Why, Monsieur? Because the witch doctor didn't pass me on his way out. The better has positive Ah! How can we leave that again? Look here, this relief carving Similar to that on the wall of the sacred way, it's fabulous This is no time for Lander to be talking of carving We should begin. Lander, I do believe you've hit a target. Let us investigate But, Monsieur, I do not understand you. We should You were both badly bitten by the archeological bug But I didn't think it would be that bad I bet, Clayton, you failed to understand the significance The only thing that I understand is that we must get out of here Now, Clayton, have you found a way out yet? Well, no. Of course not. Well, then Look, Professor, the similarity of Cretewood is too obvious Jane, if your assumption is correct, follow the priest this way Here, Professor, crude but understandable The way of the soul, yes, Lander And the liberation, Professor, as you know, is the symbol of everlasting life And if we are right, there's that weird noise again What are they saying? But yes Wait! Ah! The boy was done! Is it something about Jane? Yes, yes, Monsieur. It is a message from the village The hunting party that led us returned to the krall And captured the white devil guard and the white menstab And here we are trapped in this hole If I ever lay hands on that witch, stop it! Yes, yes, of course, Clayton Now, calm down, calm down We all realize our mistake after we've made them And now hurry, Lander Let us take the accuracy of our deduction In finding a means of escape Escape? After the past ten minutes we've been following signs Which we are sure point to a way of escape Yes, yes, some, Lander Push upon the symbol of everlasting life The angst high in the free I am pressing, Professor And if we are right Let's take Sardar, Lander Yes, yes, Sardar Yes, I can be interested Calm down, though Here I hope it's our means of exit When I'll be able to go astoundingly Monsieur Follow Lander's lead, gentlemen Archaeological knowledge is not without classical merit There is getting more to your earth Come on, come on How did you get there? We did not get Speaking the escape of the soul from the never-world On the assumption that if there were an outlet He could lie its way And quiet the undisputed But how did you know? Bring the stone open The symbols were a mixture of Appagian and Egyptian And we saw a wound impression of the Egyptian Sign of everlasting life The angst a cross Suspending by a circle The circle was in belief And they landed Haven't we better investigate a bit Before stepping into the open? Yes, everything is clear Did you like it, George? I can see the ocean Yes, yes, yes We must be quite high up That was somewhat of a climb Well, see There is no sign of our ship But then Then the shots we heard Must have been some other safari Oh, Jane Jane? Yes, Jane If we miss your There is the crowd And the natives making for it on the run Then there is a little or no chance of discovery All right, professor Let's get to the stockade as quickly as possible Well, Tarzan and Jane lie bound in the same hut Around the sacrificial altar With its awesome fire The natives dance in wild confusion Tarzan struggles with his bonds But the natives have tied him With his own grass rope The rope which is strong enough To withstand the struggles of new mother lion White skin Yes, Jane Jane frightened Of course, white skin, terribly What do you think they will do to us? Jane Jane, no talk A little more White skin go What? What are you going to do? Tarzan rolls across the floor of the hut He may not be able to burst the strands Of his own grass rope But the ape man knows that with his teeth He can make short work of the rope Which binds Jane Jane's day No move White skin heat rope Wait You can't do that White skin Jane, no talk No move Tarzan grips the strands of Jane's rope In his strong white teeth If only he had tags Or two blocks Strong pointed fighting fangs It's, it's very white skin I, I believe you'll make it Little by little The rope's loosened Jane frees one arm Now the other is unbound She pulls her arms free Bends down and unwinds The coil about her feet Now for you white skin I'm free Let me untie your arms Oh No quick Break rope, not quick I understand More hurry, less speed My fingers are all thumbs Oh, there Can you move? Tarzan is free He goes to the opening Of the hut Moves aside the covering mat He sees a big black coming toward the hut Jane As he talks, Tarzan climbs onto the frame Over the entrance Jane throws herself to the floor The black thrusts aside the mat Enters Tarzan drops on the warrior's shoulders The black cries to scream But Tarzan's steely finger Choked the sound in the cannibal's throat In a second it's over Tarzan takes the warrior's bow and arrows His spear Then he bends down And picks up the limp figure And the ape man's throat Comes the victory cry of the bull ape The natives momentarily are paralyzed In that bare second Tarzan raises the black high Above his head and with a mighty heave Casts the warrior into the staring faces Of his fellows Quickly Tarzan drops to his knees He picks up the bow and arrows Jane takes her place at his side She clutches the revolvers She'd taken from the native hut Only five shells, Whitekin But I'll make every one count Whitekin got plenty arrows Killed plenty black men The blacks recovered from their surprise Are advancing on the hut Jane's revolver spits once A black crumples to the ground And by a side another The warriors surge forward One of the chief's men Chouts to them They've captured the white devil god once before And they can do it again Tarzan's hail of arrows And Jane's shots take their toll The mob hesitates Another and another Another arrow finds its mark The blacks turn They make for the shoulder of the stockade All but the chief's son With a ghastly vicious laugh He takes a handful of straw From one of the huts He ties it to the shaft of an arrow Plunges it into the sacrificial fire Fits the arrow to his bow In a flashing arc of flame The arrow wings its way Across the clearing Buries itself in the dry Thatched roof of the hut Fire freaks up the Hindu dry straw Threads rapidly in with a flash The hut bursts into flames Can Tarzan and Jane escape those cracking flames? Will Professor Porter, Philander, Clayton and Donald See the flames in time to help? This is Anna