 Far as and of the gate brought through you from out the pages of Edgar Rice Burroughs romantic novel Everybody down in the bottom of the boat. You like me swab You poor young don't antagonize But it's too cold in the boat already yonked that daddy left and I can't swim with that crew shoving at me in the water Or me neither, but if these Has moved up Now if you kill me When you do snikes, we'll navigate the ship I mean I you will you I you can't even keep her on a straight course You can't read a chart you couldn't take a bearing to save your life You navigate a ship why you That changes the situation name I find sailors Much of land lovers warp rats come so easy or easy easy ain't the way to handle rats Quick till I get aboard Lay down those guns quick now. I'm growing up the ladder If one man has a gun in his hand when I get aboard I'll do something that ain't been done for years I'll kill you As soon as she gets up on deck, yes, we'll pull away hate for the shore, but they'll shoot us quick enough Professor can you row? I don't know I haven't for years Not since Colleen you have I how about you blender? I couldn't say I I never tried Anyway, let's grab the old first chance and keep pulling to the list now my beauty Why did you call me I mean So you want to kill me shoot me Now they're fighting among themselves I'm afraid I I'm not too much good never say die archimedes Perhaps we'll get far enough away Can I do anything anything at all? Yes, take that rifle Keep your head below the gumball if you see a suspicious move shoot and for kill. Oh, but I can't I I could Are you new master if you don't kill them first? Why they'll kill us. All right They've seen us. Will I will I shoot not yet that fellow by the way he is Did you get him? I I don't know Uh, uh, that one came through the boat Rained my knee again James that one on the after wheelhouse This again, yes, but if they don't get it then They'll get out by hide the lock On the next wave you were sure All together No Meanwhile On the beach we come on Tarzan the apes Tracy The last wrench pulls tracy clear the quicksand Pulls the apes back Tarzan leaps to his feet springs to tracy side His torn bleeding fingers worked feverishly to free the captain from the tangled bind The apes their attention drawn from the game of pulling tracy free Center is on tracy himself tell They start forward Tarzan glances up yells to them to go back to the jungle. They stop but only for a moment Their long arms swing forward closer closer closer yet they come Tracy stunned right with pain only partly conscious struggles the apes see the movement start forward Again Tarzan calls to them to go back a jerk freeze the bind from tracy Tarzoops lifts into his shoulders A glance shows him that retreat to the jungle is cut off. He starts to run heads for the sea the apes follow quickly They're gaining Tarzan's double burden forces his feet into the soft sand But he struggles on the distance between them lessons the apes are dangerously close Tracy stirs opens his eyes sees the apes knows Tarzan can never make it. What's wrong? What's wrong? Tracy shouts Tarzan understands the meaning if not the words puts Tracy on his feet points to the sea Then wheels around arms outstretched face to face with the nearest of the apes. They stop He's different again that shout to go back Come stay where they are not so turquoise Biggest of the tribe and Tarzan's enemy He comes steadily stealthily cunningly forward The ape growls reaches forward Leaps curling fangs bared the bristling hair on the boonex stands out muscles Tarzan again commands the ape leaps Tarzan jumps to one side turns springs lands on the brooks neck Turtles growls Hose himself backwards back on the sand Tarzan leaps clear the ape is up on his feet lunges Tarzan reaches for his knife the ape watches as it waits Tarzan leaps every muscle tense The right knee drawn up fists doubled head down show his hunched all his weight his tremendous strength behind the bended knee Pull me in stomach the ape pulls Doubled up all the wind knocked out of him Tarzan yells his triumph bounds away Up the shore he goes he springs into the lower branches of a silvery Hand over hand he climbs up into the higher jungle terrace A glance through the foliage shows him Tracy well on his way swimming to the steamer He fills his lungs with a sigh of satisfaction Good to be back in the treetops again A lot of screeching of unseen pirates and the tangled branches overhead his music to him He lives in some thrill of brilliant emerald wood snake dozing in a patch of golden sunlight Drops through the trail again and swings into the well-worn past through the matted labyrinth of jungle green With the shot the jungle noises stop Tarzan hangs from a branch still tense ears strained listening Tarzan's heart beats fasts the sounds the sounds come from the hut his hut Anger seizes him are these hairless ones from the thing that floats upon the water coming to his hut He moves forward quickly silently gathers speed flashes through the branches with the speed of a bird Tarzan reaches the familiar clearing below is the hut here's hut He glances toward the beach sees Jane for father Clayton and Philander headed in the direction of the hut Then why don't you come on all of you he drops silently swiftly cautiously through the branches lifts the latch on the door opens it and entered Standing in the center gloom Lightened only by the darting rays of sunlight as they filter through the lacy leaves thoughts feelings Inexpressible longing search up in him He glances at the bare wall the rude cupboard rough-hewn table Emotion to mulch The primitive sense of possession stirs in his breast The door with its latch has always been a barrier against the beasts of the jungle but against M-e-m He runs his hand across the rough uneven planking of the table Days weeks Months he is sat there laboring over that primer with its childish pictures of a M-a-m and then A-p-e Here with stubby pencil and yellowed paper He had laboriously struggled with those bugs as he thought of the alphabet putting into words The things he couldn't say He had taught himself that he was a m-a-n not an a-p-e In this hut he had found that intangible That instinctive something that made him different from the age That indefinable quality reading And now Again, he glanced about was he to lose it all Far as and here's the voices he goes to the window Like a blow the realization that his hut his home is to be invaded tries him to sudden action Taking a pencil and paper from the shelf. He prints a message and then Remembering the little shiny thing on the silver chain He takes the locket containing lord and lady gray stokes pictures Hangs the chain about his neck And lifting the paper with its message Opens the door quietly Fixes the message to it with a pointed stick And leaves the hut