 Tarzan and the diamond of Arshere. Rex the Gregory camp. During the storm the native bearers desert taking most of the supplies with them. Larson also vanishes during the tempest and Wolf volunteers to search for him. The German however hastens back along the trail to talk with Atan Tom, to whose camp the deserting blacks have attached themselves. Wounded, Larson returns to tell Tarzan of his capture and subsequent escape from the bearers. Shortly after Larson's return, Wolf stalks into camp and the little group prepares to settle down for the night. At the distant sound of war drums Tarzan leaps to his feet. The throbbing maddening rhythm of the drums rises higher and higher. Suddenly from all sides of the clearing a screaming horde of crazed blacks charges furiously. Oh no, your ma'am, all of a sudden, well I'm about to get inside, kneel down, reload the rifles. But you, Tarzan! Never mind me, look at the grave with that spear. Aim low, do not race, stay shot. All art keeps shooting. Now stay close together, I'm going into the trees. Tarzan races across the clearing to the nearest creek. As he passes Wolf, a paper drops from his leopard skin. It falls at the German's feet. Wolf picks it up, hurriedly glances at him. A sinister smile of gratification momentarily lights his face. He pockets the berth and steps out in advance of the others. Yes, Tarzan! These natives, our own boys, that man leading them is low tusk. I'll take care of him. Don't get crazy, Dutchman! Walking out there alone, talk those back! Come back here! I'm over it, I'm his rifle. I've got him, he's captured it! Yo, never mind him, he's just that much more work for us Larson. How is it Gregory? Great, I would miss it for the world. There's another for me. Look there, look! In the trees, just above him, Tarzan! Tarzan's warning cry, low tusk, looks up. Rifle ready. Like a plummet, the ape man drops toward the earth. In midair, the bullet whizzles past Tarzan's ear. Before the Oriental can fire again, steely hands wrench the weapon from his grasp. Low tusk reaches for his knife. Like a striking snake, Tarzan's hand shoots out, rips the Oriental's knife hand, turns it and plunges the big old tusk's heart. For the weird scream, the Oriental sinks to the ground, lifeless. Gregory is down, a tanky bane hurts, Tarzan, Tarzan, come back here, beat, beat! Don't let the best sacreble non-tams fool me. Wolf is captured, Gregory is down, and this must be Tomes' work, yet he cannot wish to kill us all. A tanker, not a lieutenant means. Read back to Soran. Soran de Larson, no. For the sake of my granelain, we are outnumbered, surrounded. I don't like it, but call the women then, all right. Tomes is behind his man, Mambule. Call him. Yeah, Tom, up down, Tomes! Yes, what is it? Call Optimism for a parley! Koja, what the, what the vision? Let me see, Helen. Oh, dad. Don't know. What is it? Look. Dad, oh, dad. Tell him, Appetite, come away. Come, no one could do anything for him now. He has been our help. Oh, father. Hey, ye, that spear went right through his heart. Call me, my poor child. We, we go over here where we can talk alone. No, no, no, please, my darling, you must control yourself. When you cry like that, it breaks both Danvo's heart. Oh, you cannot understand, Pa. No, we, we, but I can. I do. I lost two brothers in the war. We, we, I know how it hurts inside here. Now, look at me. I, I can't, Pa. Please, my petite. So, Savamere, that is better. Ecoute, Helen. I cannot take the place of your father. No. But I want you to know that I love you. And if we go ahead, I will look after you and protect you with my life. Oh, yes, Pa. I know you will, but, but now, oh, father, father. I am truly sorry if anyone is hurt. You should have listened to Laltasque when he called to you to give up. It is more than he heard that, Anton. Mr. Gregory, he is dead. Oh, that is too bad. Laltasque is also gone to the arms of his forefathers. He sensed death in the air. We go, Margaret, my child, when we are called. You would have gone too, but for the women. I would have seen to that. Perhaps, Brian Gregory, the time will come when you and I... But I followed you up the river into the jungle for a purpose. You know that purpose? What purpose? I must ask you, gentlemen, to lay down your arms until we have finished our little matter of business. If you do not, I will be forced to call on the natives. They have also lost several of their number and feel that they have been, shall I say, cheated of their prey. Larson, stack the rifles behind us. You are a sensible man, Gregory. Now, if you will call your sister and the Frenchman... Oh, no, bring Helen over here. D'oh, no, no, no. Écoutez, Helene, Monsieur, you must be brave. You have something to do and you must go through with it. Remember, we still wish to find your brother. Oh, yes, I know. I know, but how can I talk to that man? It was his fault to tell you. Oui, oui, oui, je comprends, chérie, but you must dry your eyes and hold up your chin. There, that is better. Bien, Tarsan. Now, Tom, what is it you want of us? The map showing the route to Mbaka and our share. I want it. And if we refuse? Then, much as I dislike doing so, I shall have the natives bind you all securely and search each one of you, myself. And, Monsieur Tom, may we have one moment to talk the matter over? Of course, as much time as you like. There is no need for haste now. Call me when you have made your decision. He can't hit those guns, Tarsan, and I'm sure to get Mr. Tom before the blacks can save him. No, Larson, Darno's right. Maureen Helen here, we must be careful. If we three men are alone, well, we... No, don't hesitate on my account, Tarsan. No, no, no, no. For the moment, we must be diplomatic when those wild blacks are calm again, perhaps. Hey, thank you, Ben, right, Lieutenant? But I hate to start the fight and not finish it. And I, Larson, but now... Listen then, I think we are all extremely foolish. We should give Monsieur Tom the map immediately. But, Paul, I don't understand. It is very simple. Tarsan, you know that map by art to you now? Yes. Bien, so do I. It is of no further value to us. Let Monsieur Tom have it. Very good idea, Tarsan. I think he plan a wise one, Tarsan. But if you two know the route, of course, I... I agree. I... I have no one left but Brian now. And I've got to find him if I have to search every foot of Africa. All right, we'll give him the map. It's here in my... It's gone. I don't... No! By ye! Do not get excited. I think I know where it is. You, Margaret, when you ran across the clearing to go up into the trees, Tarsan, something fell to the ground that will shoot. You picked it up. Perhaps it was the map? So, and then let himself be kept so he wouldn't get hurt? Why do you not call Attan Tom and tell him how much the stand, Tarsan? Tom, you have agreed to give me the map? We can't do it, Tom. You cannot? Then perhaps innately... Attan, Monsieur Tom, we should be very glad to give you the map if we had it. If you had it, Lieutenant Arnaud, I do not quite understand. If Attan would search his wolf? Wolf? Ah, so... Attan knows that Margaret's eyes are keen, eh? Search wolf. What do you miss it? Let the boy on a wolf. Let the homo. Bring the prisoner. I hope you have made no mistake, Margaret, for your sake. I am new. Yeah, wolf one eye. Take your hands off me, you black chubbler. I will show you. Mboulie, let him be. In tombatubo. Say hello, Mboulie. Let the sack off. Leave wolf one eye here. Suddenly reluctant, Mboulie backs away from wolf. His burning, hate-filled eyes never leave the German's face. Well, what do you want? Mboulie does not like you, wolf. Do you comprehend all he says of you? I didn't hear what he said. He remarked that you were an utterly bad man. No good at all. I should not cross him, if I were you. I can take care of myself. Yes, yes, of course. Wolf, where is the map? Map? How should I know? You see this, too? I am going to search you. Your first false move will be your last. I don't understand, but... Right here in the shirt pocket. So, the man who was in force thought he might also be clever. You, you, you don't understand, Tom. I, I understand perfectly. You have forgotten that when you permitted yourself to be captured, you told me that Brian Gregory still had the map. I tell you, Tom, I was going to give in. Enough. He will talk of this letter. And now, Brian Gregory, my business with you is finished. You will be returning to Luangor? No, Tom. We started out to find Miss Gregory's brother. Until we know that he is dead, we'll not turn back. Then you actually are not Brian Gregory. Is it possible that I have been misled by a striking resemblance? This man is not Brian Gregory, Anton. Know that Margaret does not lie. He is Tarzan. Tarzan, okay. Tarzan! There! Behind Wolf! The witch doctor! At Dono's warning shout, the entire party turns toward Wolf. Behind him, his face contorted with maniacal fury. His eye on drawn back ready to hurl a heavy spear into Wolf's back.