 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 son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of the demon of Rangoo. Tarzan had been traveling through the middle Congo for many days, but at last his goal was within sight. Perhaps there was still time to prevent the threatened war between the people of the Punya tribe and the warriors of Rangoo. But as he entered the Rangoo village, his heart became heavy. The council ring was filled with warriors and in the center, devil dancers whirled in mad abandon, shaking their juju sticks and grimacing hideously through the thick white paint that covered their savage faces. Surely this was a dance of war and once again the Congo would be died with a redness of native blood. Santa mighty chief. It'll be a little easy to talk now. Tarzan always welcomed village Rangoo people. Chief always glad whole Palaver with jungle lord. But why Tarzan stopped dance of devil men? Because I know what these dances lead to. Your devil dances whipped themselves into a frenzy and then they make the others of your tribe hysterical. I'm sure we can find an answer to our problem in some other way. His only way. There is another way. The problem is a simple one. Last fall the people of the Punya tribe lent you six fine sheep and the agreement was that you were to pay them back in kind after the lambing season. The deal is right, but you failed to live up to your part of the agreement. The lambs were never repaid and you have given the messengers from Punya only feeble excuses instead of their due. Rangoo people not have lambs to give back and so in place of lambs you prepare to send arrows and that's a guy's into the Punya village seal. We not make ready for war. Then explain this dance and your devil masks and your fetish signs is to chase demon. But you all know better than that. The missionaries have taught you the demons do not exist. The doctor I once brought here proved that the sickness you blamed on demons came from bad drinking water. And I've often shown you this time is demon. Come in night rob Rangoo village wood for fire hide for clothes is cause demon kill lambs we not able pay back Punyas. I see. And this demon who kills lambs couldn't possibly be a panther or a lion with a fondness for fresh meat. Tarzan stay village Rangoo people tonight. He see demon come like wisp of smoke move fast like ara a lightning kill with strength of a thousand demons. This is the third night I've stood watching your demon still hasn't shown up is not a subdued yet but it will be soon. The dawn's beginning to come up already. If not come tonight come tomorrow night sure. I'm beginning to wonder if your demon isn't merely a ruse to avoid paying the Punyas rules as something you've made up demon striking on the other side of the village. Come on saw no one running from the camp never see demon is like spirit disappear is much a poor she hurt the demon didn't injure her voice anyway. But he's still this time. Wait wait try to stop your tears for a moment and tell us which way the demon went in in two different directions. That's very helpful. Where is her heart right here behind us. As many legs it must have left some tracks in it not leave tracks. We might not have been easy to see in the cornfield of the pasture but you're in the soft play of his tracks and the woman's out the truth. Here is the outline of eight feet four like those of a wild dog and four like some sort of half panther half man with talons in place of toes. In just a moment we learn what befalls Tarzan when he pursues the demon of Rangu into the cave of the giant spiders. Tarzan attempted to follow the tracks of the strange creature but they disappeared in the rocky country to the north of the village. On the next night it failed to show up at all and twice later in the week it made quick forays but vanished before Tarzan could even catch a glimpse of it. Now as the Congo night descended once again centuries took posts in every nook and cranny of the village and the vigil continued through a long and sleepless night. Here the control ring not only I've been over there tonight I'm not as far away last time. Tarzan we see demons eyes four eyes in dark go this way come with me all of you may be able to surround it. Dark shadow run toward rocks you can't make out what it is from this distance but it looks more like a large low animal than a demon. It is heading for the rocks maybe is cave. What did it steal this time peace antelope steak your demon seems to have a healthy appetite. Oh you're right it's heading for a cave right through this opening in the rocks come on we'll go after it. All right then I'll go alone if the men of Rangu are afraid we go with Tarzan good I'll try to lead the way. Much dark inside here I can't see a thing but I smell the presence of something it's not the scent of man nor that of an animal but a strange combination of both. Not see demon. No and my knife won't do any good unless we can find it. Chief brave but not like hunt demon without see. Well you stay right where you are I'll look around. Not go too far away we not know how big is cave. You can tell from the currents of air that it's pretty large perhaps it's only a series of Tarzan you'll find demon. There's something over in this corner but I can't tell what it is sounds like a cross between a panther and a jungle wolf. Find out what it is it's not far from me now and I may be able to run away but I'll catch it and follow the sunset cut to some kind of a giant web web thick slimy corns of something like the wet roots of seaweed trying to cut my way out with my knife. See oh here's no use. Men of Rangu tired Tarzan dead soon punyas make war cause sheep will not pay back. Let demon take what it want. Maybe move village go other place. Demon have curse on tribe any place we go if follow in morning hold shawry warriors of Rangu decide. Yes it's Tarzan we think you're dead. I am more dead than alive. It was a nightmare fighting those hairy insects but that last night where you are since then. Hunting for your demon those caves go for miles and miles but I kept after it all day long. I caught a tiny glimpse of the thing once scurrying along the ground later I almost caught up with him but he slipped through a crack that was just about an inch too small for me and I know how he managed to slip through it. I guess I begin to think of your demon as being almost human. At any rate it's got a mind that's more cunning than any animal I've ever met but I haven't given up yet. I have a plan. As you told me that before I came he stole other things but since I've been here the only thing he's got away with has been food and not too much of that. The last few days all he's managed to get was a bowl of plantain flour a few years of kaffir corn and a small piece of antelope meat. He's right so he's probably hungry well this time he's going to find a nice fat goat waiting for him in an open field. Our last goat the demon won't touch it I'll be in a tree less than 50 yards away and I'll have my bow and a quiver full of arrows at my side but if Tarzan misses I'm going to grease my body from head to toe and that way I'll be able to slip through that tiny opening to the last cave. I'll work alone this time and I'll either come back with the demon or not at all. It was a cold and moonless night but this time Tarzan did not have long to wait. From his hiding place in the trees he could see a shadow creeping close to the bait. Tarzan waited until the last desperate moment and then he raised his bow fitted an arrow and fired. There was a howl of pain and then the thing seemed to divide into two parts. One part seemed to hesitate for a split second then it joined the other and speak for the caves with incredible speed a speed that a weary Tarzan could not equal. The shadow disappeared into an underground chasm and Tarzan followed but this was a different series of caves and Tarzan searched through them fruitlessly for what seemed like endless hours and then from inside one of the caves he heard a strange and surprising sound. It sounds like someone crying like the sobbing of a small boy. It's not possible. At least there's a little light coming through that small chink there perhaps I can see him. Stop crying. I have my knife unceased and I'll be talking to it as though it were human. It is human. You're a small boy aren't you? A white boy. You can't tell it from lad no from your looks but under that filth and that greasy hijowering you are a boy. Judging by that matted hair and those claw like nails you've been hiding in caves for a long time. That still doesn't explain a lot of things about those demons or are you one of its victims? Not what? Are you trying to pull me somewhere? On all fours. All right I'll come with you over to that corner a dead dog. Oh your dog and with my arrow is still buried in it. Now I understand why the demon seemed to divide itself into two parts and I understand your tears too. I'm sorry but there's really nothing I can do for him now. Let me see. He looks as though he must have been a real thoroughbred too before he became wild. He's an old dog his muzzle's very gray. When? A chain collar still around its neck and a tag and says crew. Look at that be the dog's name. Well your dog can answer and you can't answer but at least I have a few things to tell the people of Rongo. That's the complete story. This is one half of your demon. We buried the other half back near the cave where he died. Dog always right back of boy. Boy go on all fours. That's playing four eyes eight feet but if he in cave many years why just start steal our food few moons ago. He probably only migrated to this section a short time ago. He's been roaming like a jungle animal always in quest of food in a place safe from larger animals. He was either lost in the jungle when he was an infant or if he ever knew how to walk erect and to talk he's long since forgotten it. What you do with thing you call boy. He's not a thing I call a boy he is a boy one who's no wilder than I was when I was his age and lived among the apes and he has the capacity for tears too so he's still very human. His claws will have to be cut and he needs a good bath hair cut and a clean animal skin to wear but I shall do these things for him and I shall teach him to walk and to speak the language of other white men. Why Tarzan why you do this for his sake and for my own. I shall take him to my sea coast cabin and he shall be a son to me. I shall call him by the Swahili word for son Moana you go now yes yes I'm leaving for you're now free from your demon and you can plant your food and save and repay the people of Pune and thus avert your war. Come on. I know that your violence stems only from fear but you have nothing to fear for me you not make real boy of him. He's spring on you and sleep one night. Oh you may be right. Perhaps the jungle has left a permanent mark upon him from which he can never recover but I shall do everything within my power to make him normal and only when or if the task is proved impossible will I take him to the mental hospital at Dakar. In just a moment the very unexpected conclusion to the story of the demon of Rangu Tarzan required the help of two of the Rangu's strongest warriors to hold the strange Panther boy while he scrubbed away layers of filth. A tired native came to his assistance while he cut the fingernails and toenails that had become like claws and even with four of them holding the small savage cutting Moana's long matted hair and forcing him to wear the gorilla skin suit the Rangu women had made was an almost impossible task but at last Moana emerged as a fine looking young white boy whose animal like growls now seemed quite out of keeping with his appearance but he accompanied Tarzan without too many protests until after many days travel they had reached the seacoast. I know what I'll come that way only it's quite a few miles further to my seacoast cabin by that path along the shore all right oh no no no Moana not on all fours men walk on their feet that's right you see it's not any harder to walk that way no no Moana let's not head in that direction there's nothing but big rocks over there we can make better time but all right have a joke at least I can't complain that I found a son who has no will of his own you know Moana we're going to have lots of fun together I'm going to teach you Moana come back here Moana don't run away don't you know by now that I'm your friend he's a fast little devil but I'll catch him I'll catch him it was the last thing oh stop him Moana that's nothing but the hull of an old boat that must have been wrecked many many what are you trying to tell me Moana all right I'll have a look at them it's no telling how long ago this boat was smashed against the rocks I'd say these skeletons have been breached by the sun for many years wedding rings twin wedding rings wait I think I understand now Moana these these white and bones must have been your parents be careful Moana those boards are badly rotted stay right there I want to have a look around here there may be some clue to your identity here oh no there's nothing if there was a name on the hull it's gone now not a scrap of anything else to fill out your story well I'll keep the rings until you're old enough to treasure them Moana all we can do now is to give them a decent burial I'm sorry Moana now I'll really have to be a father to you the months passed rapidly and the bond between Tarzan and the boy grew stronger and stronger with each passing day Moana knew the secrets of the jungle almost as well as Tarzan for he had fended for himself for many years together they swam in the deep lagoon took long walks through the forest tunted and fished swung through the upper level and raised their voices in exaltation but Tarzan's efforts to teach his son indoor activities were not too successful he no longer growled and he made no more than the average small boy's objections to washing but he stubbornly refused to eat with a knife and fork and he made practically no progress in learning to talk right that's right I'm Tarzan and you are Moana no no no you're Moana Tarzan Moana yes now you've got it Tarzan is Moana's father good good now let's try the whole sentence Tarzan is Moana's father go ahead just try it huh Tarzan is Moana's father oh look it's not worthwhile crying about I only want to teach you to speak because well because I love you I want you to hear all right all right Moana we'll let it go for now maybe we'll have another try at it after dinner huh come on Moana wash your hands and there Moana what are you growling at I thought you were over oh oh someone's coming huh it's so busy trying to teach you just a moment nothing's going to happen to your number one to stop growling and be a good boy huh that's right you just you just sit on that bench well I beg your pardon my bear is told me that you there's something wrong oh no pardon me for staring well it's a little unusual for me to open my door and find a beautiful young white woman standing there will you come in thank you wait here please do your bearers have food of course then they can build a fire and eat in the clearing you're just in time to join my son and me for dinner that's very kind of you and perhaps while we eat you can tell me if you know anything about my brother his wife and son they wish you practiced that far from here about five years ago oh please Moana that's miss Hanley's meat I'll give you more if you want there you are oh no no no not with your hands please he has all the instincts of an animal here in the jungle we have great respect for the instincts of animals oh I'm sorry I'm really mad if it's all the same to you we won't discuss my son any further huh miss Hanley it seems strange to me that you waited five years before you decided to search for your brother and his family five years ago I was 14 years old I could hardly have come halfway around the world on my own even if father had given me the money well it seems strange that he didn't come to find his own son and grandson he did everything he could under the circumstances he died last month and I came here as soon as I was able to get some money from his estate of course the estate can't really be settled until we know what happened to Tom and Norma and their child oh I see so your real interest is not in finding them but in finding proof of their death so you can inherit all their money do you know something about what happened to them in their boat or not I I don't know many small craft have been wrecked on the African coast it would be one chance in a million what would be one chance in a million you're being able to identify two rings I have put away over here don't go at me Moana I won't hurt you can't we be friends there are probably thousands of wedding rings like these made every day but Tom and Norma's rings I'd know them anywhere Tom had them made and I went with him when he picked out the design Tarzan where did you find them in the wreckage of their boat they'd both been dead a long time when I happened to see the boat well I'll sign some sort of a paper you can take back to settle your estate and the baby little Tommy what about him he he was dead too I have some paper if you want me to money isn't important now I don't know what I was hoping for after all these years but somewhere in the back of my mind I kept thinking that Tom and Norma had to be alive I guess I was wrong about your motives in coming here you loved them didn't you everybody loved them the crazy nuts they were the most wonderful crazy people in the world who else would have bought an old 40 foot boat and tried to go around the world in it just the three of them in a 40 foot boat yes Tom called himself the skipper Norma the first mate they called the baby the second mate and they had a dog they called crew crew he's crying for his dog I know I think I knew almost from the instant I walked out he's the living image of Tom I'm sorry I lied to you I I misinterpreted your motives in coming here and I well I didn't want to lose a son I might have explained things more fully father had all sorts of searches babe you see the reason dad didn't come is that he had a stroke when the news of Tom's disappearance reached home I've been taking care of him ever since then and now I'd like to take the second mate home and care for him he's happy in the jungle here with me but he should have special teachers who know how to bridge those last years Tarzan when he's had his chance he can decide for himself whether he wants to live in civilization or return to the jungle where you come back Moana when you come back to me in just a moment a preview of our next story of Tarzan deep in the heart of the Belgian Congo is the native village of Boa during the day it is like most other villages the men hunt for meat the women cook and so the children laugh and play but at night Boa becomes a place of fear men lie sleepless upon their mats women quake in terror and children cry out in their sleep all of them wait for the dread coming of the Simba Haudarai included in our cast were Jack Moyles Virginia Greg and Dick Beals Tarzan the transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice burrows is produced by Walter White Jr prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Glasser this is a Commodore production listen to our next story Tarzan and the Simba Haudarai another thrilling episode of the Lord of the Jungle