 Arzan of the apes brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice borrows exciting book Turcars the bull ape vanished from the ape tribal kerchak drops on scene from the trees Jane Porter hallified terror-stricken finds herself in the brutal arms. She kicks and beats the beast. Her struggles is useless Turcars sweeps her off her feet and carries her into the lower branches of a giant tree Porter and Philander stand petrified unable to grasp what's taking place before their very eyes. They see the ape They see Jane but so utterly unbelievable so fantastic is the scene they can't grasp its horror Jane! Jane! What is this? What is this? Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! What do we do? You and your little brother do something! I'm here to take strange flight! Take gear! Gear this way quickly! Don't stand there cabling and pointing whatever! Well, Jane! Jane! My little baby! My little girl! Jane was walking in front of us and we heard her scream Ran forward and then we saw her struggling With what man? Struggling with what? I don't know, I couldn't see But there she was whisked away into the trees Was it the man who rescued us? The man that saved you from the lion? No, no, I'm sure it wasn't Quick Professor, pull yourself together! Did you see who or what it was? It was an ape! I'm sure! An ape? Why didn't you shoot? I couldn't! We might have killed Jane! Well, this way! Come on! Follow me! Don't stand there! Come on! Jane screams carry faintly to Tarzan Swinging his way through the trees He stops, hangs from a branch for a moment, listening That sounds like she! He strains his ears hoping to catch some of the sounds That will indicate more accurately the direction It is she! Hand over hand, Tarzan drops to the lower jungle terrace He heads in the direction of Jane's call for help Far below him on the way toward the sea Clayton Porter and Philander flash their way through Twisting vine and tearing thorn Down from the treetops, flashing behind the dense stream Of Virgil drops Tarzan The ape man's strong, accurate fingers grasped Branch and vine touched them a bare second While the keen eyes find the next hold Clayton Porter and Philander break through the underbrush Force their way deeper into the jungle Tarzan quickly silently alert, listening for another scream Drops hand over hand to the jungle floor He raises his head, his nostrils quiver He turns to face the breeze Some trace of Jane's sense for to satisfy himself That it rarely was she For a moment he stares at the ground below Then the tree's above The ape in him by virtue of training an environment Tells him the entire story as plainly as if he'd been Present at the girl's capture Again he sensed the humid jungle air It was she! Tarzan dresses quickly at a bow where a caterpillar's Been crushed by Turcos' brutish foot Instinctively he knows where the same foot Would touch in the next stride His eyes gleam as he thinks what he'll do With her claws when he catches them And with the speed of a lance he disappears In the tortuous pathway of the ape's trail Jane's screams fade in the distance The short-tropic twilight is already upon the jungle Professor Porter, Clayton and Philander Stumble headlong into the ever-creasing Brackness of the jungle Come on, you can't keep up with me I'm going on low Wait, wait, Clayton, I'm coming as fast as I can That's the same I'm going on What shall we do? I can't Clayton, I can't hear her She must be... Come on, we're wasting time Clayton, we haven't the faintest idea Of where we are We can't hear Jane If we see her What am I to do, Professor? What? What do you mean? Am I to shoot? Yes, yes, shoot I don't know I think I recognize this part of the jungle It all looks so much alike But then of course it might be Yes, yes, Clayton, it looks all so much alike Just as you say Since Jane's private stop We have the least ideal Where we are going I'm sure that the last screen we heard Was over this way To the left, I mean That's just the trouble Our sense of direction is gone Completely I would have sworn that the last screen Came from the right Then you suggest, Clayton That we separate and Search individually That is a sensible suggestion, Professor And if either of us find anything We'll fire a rifle All right, but be careful Try Be right on the edge of the clearing Just, just the heart A bit of vent And then We simply Blundered around In a circle Almost silently The ape man swings Through the trees toward Tercosa In his prey Tercosa's keen ears Catch the faint sound of pursuit And last overtaken He drops down Into the small open blade And turns to defend his price He sees that his pursuer is Tarzan His hated pull Tarzan turns like a leopard And he measures Gains toward her body Plattened against the tree Watchers speechless She stares at Tarzan Then at Tercosa For her fascination Peer and admiration Mingle in her staring eyes As she watches the secretary fare Tarzan leaps To the Tercosa Like teeth Make clothes trying to get Each other's throat Tercosa reaches out His long hairy arms Just go like him Seek a deadly hold Tarzan sidesteps Tarzan blows The fruits of arms Passes over his head Now the ape man lunges forward He's outside The great ape's sweeping arms Tarzan's misplanned With a moving force In Tercosa's face Tercosa turns Again that death-healing reach Again, Tercosa flies To the dark Tarzan's right hand Flies across the grass The ape for the fruit With a speed of a striking Stakes Tarzan's left arm Flies his up and down In and out The gleaming way Of the hunting knife Seeks again and again Deep into the heart Of the maddened ape Tercosa's lifeless Slumps to the ground Tarzan places his foot on its neck Beats his broad chest With his clenched fists And raises his face to the sky Deepening darkness Impolds the jungle Clayton, Philander, and Professor Porter Convinced of the futility Of searching further Have entered the hut I shall lie down now Try Try to sleep Early tomorrow As soon as it's light I shall take what food I can And carry it and continue my search Until I found her My little girl I want to turn without her I shall go with you, of course And tell Don me your sign I knew that you'd offer your assistance, Clayton And you'd truth to your old friend Philander But you mustn't Jane Jane is beyond needing our help I simply go because What can I do? But, Porter I don't know what to say But what good will it do? To go off there in the jungle is suicide It can't do Jane any possible good What you say, Clayton, is true But to leave her out there Not to make any effort to find her Then I'll go with you And, Porter My dear Porter You cannot deny me the privilege of friendship I'll do that No, no, it is I alone who may go She was my daughter All that was left of her For me to love I shall go with you Clayton, I I claim the same right I, too, love Jane Clayton, give me that rifle What? What? I'm going to search And now, Philander Come over here There's nothing to be done now Well, soon be done Porter's right Jane is beyond the age And with what we'll have to hunt for tomorrow What we'll have to do when we find A Jane Well Well, we'd better read But, Clayton You are the impossible We can't read I can't read What can we do? Come for Porter, impossible No, no, Glen All that is left to do is Wait until daylight As Tarzan's call of victory Echoes through the jungle Game Porter, speechless Almost hysterical from sheer fright Springs forward without stretched arms Tarzan holds the shaking girl to him With one bronze arm And soothingly, caressingly Runs his hand over her hair The ape man doesn't know what to think Already he's spoken to the men of the party And they don't understand him So why should this white she All he can do is quiet her terror Much as he would one of the little apes Of the tribe who has so narrowly escaped The gleaming fangs of new mother lion Or sabre the lioness Game Porter stirs in his arms Freezes herself from his grasp Oh, how, how can I thank you? That's sweet Oh, I can't even think of it Tarzan shakes his head A look almost pathetic comes to his eyes I wish you could speak English Who are you? Who can you see? Again Tarzan shakes his head He has to No There to the sea No Tarzan looks helplessly at Game Porter She steps back at pace And takes Tarzan by the arm Well, you understand my French and German Just about as well as they did in pairs Or both ends Why, why your skin is tight Slight skin Tarzan taps himself on the chest With his closed fists White skin White skin The ape man repeats the phrase And then points to Jane Jane, Jane, Jane White skin Jane White skin Jane And pointing first to himself Then to Jane Tarzan repeats wonderingly His first English word Tarzan able to write his own name Yet without knowledge of its English pronunciation Has accepted Jane's translation Inadvertently She has stumbled upon the English equivalent Of the ape word Tarzan As yet she does not know That her rescuer is Tarzan of the ape