 Tarzan and the Diamond of Arshere. Tarzan and his party are searching for the lost scientist Brian Gregory. Atan Tom Laultast believes Tarzan to be Brian Gregory and are following his expedition. The ape man overhears Wolf and Magra plotting and learns that Wolf has been bribed by Tom. Later Tarzan saves Magra from the attack of the lion. As the entire group was gathered about the campfire that night, infrauled by the strange story of Tarzan's early life as told by Darno, they came to the distant thunder of Mammoth feet. An un-stamped peed headed directly for their encampment. Wolf and Larson leap for their guns. Leave our guns alone. Are you crazy men? You think I'm going to stand here like a fool and be cursed to death? Your guns won't help you. I'll take care of them all. Great heavens Tarzan, can we climb into the trees and do something? Listen, they're coming closer! George Tarzan put the ramp of the whole accident into it. Wait, all of you, stay inside the boomer. Darno, see the Tarzan. What is Tarzan going to do? What can he do? Himmel, he goes into the trees again. Like a rocket. Atan, wait! Who here? Tarzan knows what he is doing. Swift and straight as an arrow, the ape man dots through the trees toward the onrushing herd. Again his voice rings out. The answering call of Tarzan is close. Down from the upper branches Tarzan plops like a bullet to balance himself likely upon the broad limb of the tree in the path of his mighty friends. Once more he lifts his voice. The great bull in the lead hears. Gifts his trunk and trumpets an answering call. His piece slackens. As he passes beneath the limb where Tarzan waits, the ape man drops likely toward back. At the words of command, the huge beast, swerved sharply. Behind him the stampeding horde follows. Inside the boomer, encircling the Gregory camp, Wolf and Larson hold the frightened natives in check. Near the small campfire, Tarzano is reassuring Helen, our father, and the magra. There is nothing to fear. The elephants will not harm us so long as Tarzan is out there. All sounds father of Gregory. He is leading the herd away from the boomer. You mean those elephants actually understand him? Better than that's your Gregory. They obey him. Ecute. You hear? The noise of their trampling decreases. Tarzan is amazing. He is truly a lord of the jungle. The elephants have pastas. Oh, he did it, they don't know. But they think that fellow Tarzan can do anything. Natives are still excited, but they're quieting down now. But where is Tarzan? If he got in front of Dutch stampede, he's trampled to death. Oh, Wolf, you can't mean that. How easy that would make everything for us. No, Wolf. Hey, give me that elephant one, Larson. Here comes a big bull straight for the boomer. Wait, there's something on his back. It is Tarzan. Tarzan perched on Tantor's back, rides into the boomer. The native scatter as the elephant crashes through the thorn barrier. Tarzan's authoritative voice quiets the frightened bearers. They move back as slowly, majestically, Tantor advances toward the little group of astonished whites. Tantor, Tantor, Tantor, Tantor, Tantor. Before the eight man's amazed friends, the elephant stops. The sinewet trunk reaches up, gently encircles Tarzan's body and sets him lightly on the ground. The great beast turns at the low-spin words and moves quickly out of the boomer to vanish in the forest shadows. Well, by him, that's the first time if I saw a chin to cut every canal of it. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I can hardly believe it yet, Dad. Is it possible, Lieutenant Danu, that those great beasts understand what Tarzan says? This epana was a magra. I know only that they obey him as you have just seen for yourself. You can all sleep quietly tonight. Tantor will not come this way again. Tell me, Tarzan, are you not afraid of these giant animals? Afraid? I don't know what you mean. Mentioned skinned. Have you no nerves? Nerves, Wolf? There is a difference between fear and caution. The simple difference between life and death and Tarzan, who has lived with the jungle beasts all his life, knows only caution, but not fear. Back in the Tomes safari, the scheming Atan receives the report of Lal Task. And so the wolf has made no progress. And magra? She has the opportunity, but does not act. She is the tent mate of the Gregory woman who has them up. Why then does she hesitate? Her former admiration for Brian Gregory, who now calls himself Tarzan, has increased. So Wolf says. So that is why she does not follow my direction, hmm? Wolf believes you have made a mistake in trusting a woman with this mission. What Wolf thinks Lal Task is of no importance. Wolf believes in more direct methods, as do I, master. Why not let him try? If he fails, then Lal Task and his knife. You and Wolf are taking, not giving orders. As you say, master. I believe the wolf fears Brian Gregory. So? He tells a weird story of Gregory killing a lion with only a knife. Killing a lion with a knife? Yes, Satan, and in defense of magra. Magra? The admiration of a weak woman for a strong man, Lal Task. Of course, master. More likely that she is only following the Autan's directions. Magra was alone. The lion charged Brian Gregory killed it. With a knife, you say? Impossible. But Brian Gregory is a powerful man. However, I do not fear physical strength. The brain is more mighty than the strongest arm. As you say, master. I have a plan for securing Gregory's map which cannot fail. If Magra and Wolf do not succeed, I shall put it into operation. And meanwhile, I will talk to Wolf myself. In the Tarzan encampment, the party is grouped about the fire. The 8th man is bored with the discussion of his past. He cannot understand why his jungle exploits excite such uncalled-for admiration. Dono senses his friend's uneasiness and adroitly changes the subject. Pardon, Mr. Gregory, but I cannot keep my thoughts from returning constantly to your son, Brian. His letters must have been interesting. They were, Dono, very. When he took time to write. Usually he sent photographs from different sections of the country he was in. Photographs? Did he ever send any of the two in Baca region? No, he didn't. Why do you ask? I don't know that particular district and thought photographs, if you had any, might help us. And in his last letter to you, Ms. Erelene, when he spoke of the talking apes in the city of Archer, did he mention hidden treasure? Hidden treasure? Why, why no? Brian was a scientist, Dono, not a treasure hunter. Treasure? What kind of treasure, Lieutenant? Well, I, I do not know you. You are certain, Gregory, he never said anything about diamonds? Positive. Diamonds? Where did he give me the treasure? Diamonds! Now I know a tome is after. Margaret, I want to talk to you after the others have gone to bed. Over there, back of your tent. My tome offered me a thousand pounds for that map. The treasure is probably worth a million. Margaret, you have got to get that paper. Yes, but how? Listen, tome is following us. Lartansk met with the trail today. He says we've got to act at once. We will. But not for Mr. Tome. Not for a tome? For whom, then? Nine. For us. You and me. Oh, and then? I know that you and Parker country. We will get a few of these plaques. Leave this expedition and go after the diamonds ourselves. How clever you are, Wolf. And then we have it. We make for the coast then. Then you will find out what a fine, sweet-heart wolf will make. No, this will be too good for Margaret. Now, now you must get them back tonight. But how? Well, they have gone to bed. They are asleep now. You steal it, if you can. If you can't, use this. Absolute. If you don't, I will. Margaret conceals the heavy-class knife, the bosom of her dress. Noiselessly, she glides toward the tent where she and Helen sleep. Gently, cautiously, she raises the flap.