 Tarzan and the diamond of our share. Tarzan, with Dono and two hunters, is leading a jungle expedition in search of Brian Gregory. In the party are Brian Gregory's father and sister Helen. Magra, a mysterious Eurasian girl, is also with the Tarzan Gregory safari. It is through Magra that Atan Tome hopes to get possession of a map showing the location of the Forbidden City of Arshere. In the camp on the bank of a tributary of the Yubangi River, the white group is watching a native ceremony when Larsen, the sweet hunter, spies a giant crocodile coming toward them. With his gun ready, Larsen heads to the monster. He slips and falls directly in the path of the outing reptile. A full Tarzan! Tarzan holds himself in the air to land directly up under the charging crocodile. Foam-flecked jaws open wide and snap shut with a sickening crunch. Like lightning, the eight-man leaps aside. His power of hands flash out, clamping themselves like iron bands about to rip jaws. The huge Saurian's bloodshot eyes roll in mad agony. Its giant tail lashes seriously. Every muscle in its long body screams vaguely to break the death grip of this man thing. Slowly, relentlessly, Tarzan twists and bends the mammoth's head aside and back. Behind him, the eight-man's friends watch in spellbound silence. Tarzan's feet grip the ground. Under his glistening skin, the muscles stand out like steel cables. He gathers himself for a supreme effort. One terrific, twisting lunge! Like a fusillade of pistol shots, the crocodiles were to be cracked sharply. Out of Tarzan's hand, the monster slips to the ground. Lifeless. Good heavens, he broke that thing's neck. The strength of ten giants. Look, now he picks Larsen up just like a baby. Bull, come those boys down and get them back to their quarters. Yeah, Bull! Dono, come look at Larsen's leg. He's conscious now. There's no, no, there are no bones broken on the knee, and not the sign of a sprain. Good. Now get up, Larsen. Try to walk. Here. So, your leg's all right? Yeah, sure. You've been all right now, but they wouldn't have no legs at all if it ain't been for you. Tarzan, they come too just in time to see that croc drop dead. What happened? Nothing, Larsen. Gimela was angry and had to be killed. What way you killed him? I remember once before, my friend, you fought the crocodile, but that was in the water and you used your knife. You mean, he finished this one with his bare hands? Then to salume, Larsen, avec les mains. There was no time for my knife. A second more, and Gimela would have had you. Yes, like that. Yes, Larsen, just like that. It was done so quickly, it was all over before I realized it. Tarzan jumped and landed in front of the brute. He clamped his claws shut with his hands and held them. Then, oh, it was beautiful. He lifted the thing half off the ground and twisted its head until it snapped. Margaret has the right word. It was terrible, but beautiful. Tarzan, he don't like to talk about this, but he'll go too far for you. He'll be in my hand. Forget it, Larsen. You do the same with me if you have the chance. Meanwhile, Wolf and the witch doctor have quiet motives. As the blacks return to their shelters, Wolf motions to the wrinkled old sorcerer. He follows the German to a far side of the Boma. Bully, make big boys sleep tonight in Mamba Nagoma, huh? Bully, make much medicine. Bully, na kuba, doctor, man. Bully, shall be fixed for strong medicine. Much strong mbangchai. Yeah, it's fine stuff. I want some, you got? Mbangchai, bad for white man. Make them sleep long time. Never mind that. I know how to use it. Here, Mbully, fill this flask. Bring mbangchai to me. I give ten paisa. Can't do. Wanna be careful? Give too much white man no wake up. Don't worry. Go. Fill the flask. Not you. Wolf watches the old man as he walks to the cauldron over the ceremonial fire. Weasened little magician fills the flask, pucks it out of sight, and hurries back to the German. Yeah, mbangchai for buanda. No give too much. White man sleep long time. Yeah, I know. Here's your money. Listen, Mbully, you and the boys get good pay on this safari. Pretty good. Same like always. You like catching plenty money more? Plenty chompy, good salt? Can't do buanda. Good. A big buanda. Cudare buanda. He come behind this safari. Today walk back along same trail. He want mbully and these boys come along with him. What are we go? Never mind. You talk talk along boys. Get ready for run away. I tell you when to go. Then you take all supplies. All chakula. Eat all song to you. Mbully sabi. Mbully sabi. Then you get back there without rich hotali buwani safari. You get plenty viski. You like? Mbully like. Good. We go now. The two conspirators separate. Mbully to vanish silently among the tents of the bearers. Wolf to stride rapidly toward the group of whites around the fire. At the edge of the circle of firelight, he pauses to watch Helen Gregory and her father. He sees the girl pass a folded paper to the old gentleman. A grim smile touches the Germans lips. He knows where the map is now. Nonchalantly, he approaches the group and drops down the side magra. Listen, Mbully, I know who's got the map now. What happened to the natives, Wolf? Turned the end? Yeah, here. They're all asleep by this time. Did you hear, Mbully? Yes. How do you know? I just saw the girl give it to her father. Well, how are you going to get it? Oh, I won't hurt him at all. He'll just go to sleep and I get what I want. Asleep? What do you mean? I mean, well, never mind what I mean, but the old man won't be hurt. If he is, Wolf, Tarzan will kill you. Don't, don't, Fully, nothing will happen to him, but I'll have that map. And then the diamonds? You and me, huh? Now, just as soon as the fire dies down a little magra, I am going to pretend to go to bed. You stay here, and if anyone leaves the fire, you start to sing. Understand? I understand. Meanwhile, back in the Tomes safari, the Artan makes clear his plans to Laltasque and explains to him what his duties will be in carrying them out. Laltasque will soon have the opportunity to get the axel he has been longing for. How so, Artan? We shall feel Gregory's blacks with strong rink. They will be told the members of the Gregory safari are children of the devil possessed of evil spirits. Do you begin to understand, huh? Laltasque is not without imagination. When the blacks have been aroused to the proper pitch of madness, the Artan will place himself at their head and lead them out to capture the Gregorys and their friends. Right, my friend, in every detail except one. Laltasque perhaps does not understand. I see that you do not exactly. You shall lead the blacks. And the Artan where will he be? I? I shall be with the witch-tunned in the rear, directing the arrangements, yes. I am to trust myself to a crowd of drink-raised blacks. No, Artan, Tom, lead your own mother. So, so, you have forgotten Sidi Belabas. Back then, when I saved your worthless life from the English who were about to shoot you as a spy. Why, you unbelieving dog, you owe your life to me a thousand hundred times over. Enough, master. Laltasque leads the attack. Better. Much better. I am glad to see you so eager to serve me, Laltasque, and share in the riches I share. Oh, you are a brave man. In the Gregory camp, the flames of the campfires are burning low. Larson is recounting for the benefit of Mr. Gregory, one of his jungle exploits. Tarzan sits watching the swede, a half-smile playing over his features as he listens. A few feet away, Helen and Dono are comparing notes on the Frenchman's beloved Paris. Wolf's keen eyes note how holy the two groups are engrossed in their own conversations. Slowly, he backs out of the light circle. Once in the deep shadow, he moves quickly to Gregory's tent. He takes down the canteen, empties into it the contents of a flask, and hangs it back. A few quick strides, and he is in his own tent. From the corners of her eyes, Magra has closely followed the Germans' every move. She rises casually and walks away into the shadows, then quickly, noiselessly, to Wolf's tent. She lifts the canteen from its hook. A few steps, and she has reached Gregory's shelter. Here, she removes the poisoned canteen, exchanges it for Wolf's untainted one, and returning to the Germans' tent hangs the...