 From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence comes one of the most colorful figures of all time. Transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Arab vengeance. Although the boars who are of Dutch ancestry have done much to develop Africa, the flag of Holland has never flown over any large segment of the dark continent. Today, Africa is divided into many states, ruled by the British, the French, the Belgians, the Spanish, the Egyptians. And only in the tiny province of Grutendal does a Dutch magistrate sit in judgment of the people. It was in the Grutendal courtroom that Tarzan had just completed his testimony concerning a minor dispute between two natives. Usually, when Tarzan had completed such a duty, he rushed from a courtroom anxious to return to his jungle home. But now he remained fascinated by the principles in the next case. Johann. Yes, Tarzan? That angry Arab, the one advancing toward the bench, isn't he Sheik Abdel El-Milikir? Yes, the one who is known as the terror of the desert. What brings him to Grutendal? I don't know, but our three police officers dragged him into court. He was involved in some sort of a dispute in the Arab quarter of the town. And that little girl, what is her connection with the case? Oh, I don't know, but she looks scared to death. Yes, that's what I was thinking. The Muslim veil that covers the lower portion of her face does not conceal her terror. We have a great problem with Arabs here. There is end Dutch rule. The child has the dark skin of the Arab and she's dressed in Arab robes, but she has blue eyes. The bluest eyes I've ever seen. There has been much intermarriage. She's a fragile-looking little thing. She probably hasn't had enough to eat. How old are you suppose she is? Oh, nine or ten, I guess. Here comes the magistrate. Order! The court is now in session. Magistrate Hans van Boort presiding and offering a fair hearing to all who will appear before him. So be it. Next case, administrator of justice. It is the case involving Sheik Abdel El-Milikir and the townsman by the name of Kasim El-Shihabi. And well, my Kasim El-Shihabi be called before the bar of justice for the indignities caused me to suffer. He will give his just desserts, even in a Dutch court. Sheik Abdel El-Milikir, your reputation as a fearful marauder of the desert is well known, even in our tiny province of Grutendorf. But we will not stand for any disrespect of this court or the government it represents. Hey, they apologize most humbly, Your Honor. The truth of the matter is that I am an honorable man. My anger is caused by the dishonesty of one I bargained with in good faith. You refer to Kasim? By Allah, it is to Kasim that I too refer the cheater of the thief. In what manner did Kasim cheat you? I bought his daughter from him for twenty pieces of silver. I desired her for my bride, and he agreed to the price. Yet when I came to take her from his house, she bit and scratched and kicked me. Kasim did nothing to help me subdue her. You needed help? There was a crowd of a hundred of your citizens outside the house. They stoned my servants. They cut the thongs that tethered my steed so that he ran away, and they dared to threaten my life. Is this true, Kasim? Yes, Your Honor. You see, my neighbors did not approve of the sale of my daughter. But I gave my word. I have already spent the silver he paid me for the girl. I shall have to deliver her to him. Oh, no, deliver me into his hands. Please, please, please! Order! Order! Kasim, she cur. You mean this small child is the one you discussed? Well, she's hardly more than a baby. She is of marriageable age according to the customs of our people. And regardless of the findings of this court, I intend to have her as my bride. Johann, we have to do something to protect that child. But this case does not concern you, Tarzan. And besides, I doubt that there is anything you can do to thwart the will of Sheikh Abdul El-Malik Kerr. He rules hundreds of fierce bedwinds, and the only laws he obeys are those he makes himself. We shall return to our story in just a moment. Tarzan and Johann Brinker, the administrator of justice for Grutendal and along Tarzan's friend, stood in the street just outside the courthouse. A short recess had been called, and people stood in small groups, angrily discussing the pros and cons of the case. With every passing moment, more people seemed to crowd into the small cobblestone square in front of the Sun-Whiteen building. There were natives carrying heavy loads upon their heads, local merchants who were plainly of Dutch extraction, bearded Arabs who tethered their horses near where Tarzan and Johann stood talking. Where are they all coming from? I don't know. What room already held the entire population of the city? I don't like the looks of all these Arabs. They are a fierce-looking crowd. Well, you're the administrator of justice. Can't you question their business here? You don't understand. We are sitting on a keg of dynamite. There are perhaps a hundred Dutch in the city. There are twice that number of Arabs, and three times that number of natives. If I started to interrogate those who have committed no obvious crime, I would jeopardize our entire position here. Well, it's time for the case to resume. Tarzan, I'd advise you to return to the chunker. Believe me, I mean no disrespect when I tell you that this case of the barred child does not concern you. Anything that disturbs my heart and my mind concerns me. I shall return to the courtroom with you. In front of the courtroom? Come, my child, we must face the magistrate again. He will not say that I have to go with the sheet. He must not say that. He must... Court is now in session. Mezzestate Hans van Boak presiding and offering a fair hearing to all who appear before him. So be it. Chic Abdul El-Melik Ker, Cassie Meryl Shibhavi, please step up here. You too, little one. I come before you once again, Your Honor, but my patience is nearing its end. How much longer must I waste in this miserable city? I have paid for the girl, and she is mine. That remains to be seen. During the recess, I made inquiries concerning the child. No one knows much of her since you are apparently newcomers here. Is that correct, Cassie? It is true, Your Honor. We come from distant lands. How old is your daughter? She's... she's sixteen. Sixteen? She looks hardly half that age. My dear, answer me truthfully. How old are you? One must do as one's father commands. One must do as the court commands. It is the law. Disregard any instructions your father has given you where it concerns a lie. Tell me your age. I'm eleven. Cassie, had we the facilities, I would make this child a ward of the court. Unfortunately, we have no such facilities. You are well aware that according to Dutch law, a girl cannot be given in marriage until she is sixteen. I order you to return the money to the chic and call off this unholy marriage arrangement. Even had Cassie not used the money for drink, I would not accept the money back. I have made a bargain. I have bought a bride. I will not be denied. The court's decision has been reached. Cassie, take the girl home and guard her well. Next case. Your Honor, how can you do this thing? What? How can you tell this weak-libered man who would sell his own daughter for twenty pieces of silver to take her home and guard her well? Tarzan, what is your connection with this case? Until a moment ago I was but a spectator, but your decision forces me to step forward. Certainly you know that the chic who has terrorized a dozen communities in the past will not accept your decision. Is the duty of the administrator of justice and of the police to enforce the law? Your administrator of justice is both kind and brave, but neither he nor your three policemen can be expected to impose your laws on the man who was sworn to take this child as his bride? Do you honestly believe your men stand a chance in? I can answer that question. Three police against the terror of the desert and his faithful followers? Yes, I can answer that question. You see? The last time a crowd of angry townspeople defended the child. The next time our noble chic will bring enough horsemen to ride them down, he said as much. My only duty is to interpret the law. What more can I do? What more can you do? You call yourself civilized? I have known tribes of apes with more feelings. Now, see, I have seen a monkey die from the cruel fangs of the leopard protecting a young one that belonged to another. I have seen a lioness brave death beneath the hooves of an elephant. In order to save an orphan cub, what more can you do? They can do nothing, nor can you, Tarzan. My men surround the courthouse. They had hoped for a more peaceful settlement, but since you forced my hand, I will take my bride in my own way. Come, my little one. No! You are my treasured bride. I am about to ride with you to my home in the desert. Please, no! Do not shrink from me. I warn you, I will not let you take her. You warn me terror of the desert? Come, my little flower. No, don't touch me! I'll touch you if I like your mind. Both and beg for it. Don't touch that child! Men! Men of the desert! Ride into the courtroom and deliver your chic and his bride from the hands of the infant elves! Save me! Tarzan! The room punched a score of Bedouin warriors astride fine Arabian steeds. Their scimitars describe great arcs, causing spectators, police and witnesses to draw back and panic. And as people milled in hopeless confusion, one bearded Arab brought a rivalous horse to the front of the courtroom. The terror of the desert mounted the animal in one swift motion, and leaning far over in his saddle, he attempted to lift his child's ride onto the saddle beside him. But Tarzan was a split-second quicker. He grabbed the child, threw her over his shoulder and leaped toward a window. The flash flinched as he jumped through the window and down to the cobblestone street beneath. Do not be afraid, little one, if we can reach the jungle or they can ride us down with their horses, we'll be safe. The jungle's just ahead now. If I can just reach that first tree! Now then, hold tight to the one. I'm going into the upper level of jungle growth! They can go no further. There are no paths through the section of the jungle. Then we are safe? I doubt that any of the sheik's men can follow us through the jungle. Certainly they can never catch us here in the treetops. But we cannot remain in the treetops forever. No, and that is our great problem. For sheik Abdul-Amilik Kerr will not rest until he has reclaimed his property. You won't let him take me? He commands hundreds and I am but one. But I will give my life if need be to keep you from him. What is your name, small one? I am called Aladina. Aladina? That is a curious name. It is from the name Aladdin, he who possessed the magic lamp. It is too bad you have no magic lamp. If I had one, I would summon the genie and command that he protect us so that I could remain forever with you Tarzan. If we can outwit the sheik, perhaps you can remain with me. I should like a small daughter. Alad, I know in my heart of hearts that I am doomed, that no matter how fast we run or how far, the cruel sheik will catch me. It is in the star. In just a moment, the exciting conclusion of Arab vengeance. As Tarzan traveled north, nearing his sea coast cabin, he glanced down frequently at the small girl child he held in his arms. At times she dosed gently as he carried her through the middle level of jungle growth and then again she awakened to stare up at him with incredibly blue and trusting eyes. Perhaps he could keep her as his daughter. Perhaps he could permanently erase the terror he had once seen in those eyes. He traveled more slowly than usual, lest he jar her. He took wide detours to avoid animals that might frighten her. And so it was that for once Tarzan did not out-distance his enemies. Sheik Abdul El-Malik Kerr and his band of fierce Bedouins were not far behind. You're awake again, Aladina. I had a nightmare. Instead of nestling within your arms, I was being held by him. It was horrible. No, no, no. Let's not think of him at all. But I did think of him. And the thought caused my heart to hesitate and grow weak. Why are you stopping? Because I suspect the real reason for your weakness stems not from your heart but your stomach. When did you eat last? It was before the court convened. But that's more than 24 hours ago. Where are you going? I see a small animal upon the ground. We shall both need food. You aren't going to kill it. I dislike killing animals, but it's the law of nature. Hold the trunk of the tree tightly, Aladina. I shall return in a few moments. Swap his legs and toss the carcass over my shoulder. I'm sorry to kill, but the child must have meat. She's so thin now that you cannot... I should not have sounded my victory cry. Came to my throat without thought. Come, Aladina, we must fly like the wind. My cabin is just ahead. If we can reach it before we're overtaken, we shall be safe. But Tarzan's devious path had placed him further from the cabin than the men of the sheik. Seeming to sense his goal, they entered the small clearing that surrounded the cabin. They were a scan hundred yards from its door, as Tarzan hampered by the weight of the animal and the child, leaped from the trees and ran for the cabin's protection. The Arabs are on his heels, their arms reaching out for him. The cruel scimitar is ready to wreak death, and with each step they grew closer. But from some hidden source, new power flowed into Tarzan's limbs. He made one final desperate spurt and reached the cabin seconds before the enemy. Aladina, quick. Help me bar the windows. You get that one over there. Time up on the chest. I can do it. I'll help. Now for this one. Shall we drag things up to the door? No, no, the timber will hold. I will not yield to your fists, nor shall I yield to your words. You'll come out the way, man, with it. They have withdrawn to make camp a little distance from here. How can you tell? Their scent comes to me, but it is faint. They must be plotting something. Perhaps they plan to burn down the cabin. No, they could not draw close enough to do that. Aladina, my arrows can reach to the edge of the clearing. You wouldn't kill them. No, let's not talk about them anymore. Let's talk about you. Your father said you came from distant lands. Where is your home? I... I am not sure. Ever since I can't remember, we have moved from one place to the next. Moved before I got to know anyone. Just you and your father? Yes. My mother is dead. I don't even remember her. I was too small when she... You must have got your blue eyes from her, huh? My father blames her for my blue eyes and for my size. He says if I were plump and brown-eyed, like some Arab girls, he could have secured many more pieces of silver for me. Your father does not deserve you. You shall remain here as my daughter. I will rout the Arabs, though there be twice a hundred of them. But it will not be done in one day. No, of course not. And in the meantime, you must eat. It's now almost three days since a morsel has passed your lips. Come, Aladina, the meat is good. Truly, I am sorry, Tarzan. But I cannot eat a flesh of an animal I saw you kill. I tried, but something swelled in my throat. I cannot eat it. Would you eat fruit if I could secure it? Do you like fruit? Yes, I do. But you cannot go into... Oh, they can never catch me. You will be safe here so long as the doors and windows remain barred. Do not open them until I've returned. Yes, Tarzan. Cloud by a great beast. Unless you open the door at once, I shall bleed to death. Hurry, the door! You're no good to struggle there. I have a wizard. There is no time for talk. Abu, come on. Die the child. We will take her to El Basra, where Fleet Camels are eggs. Oh, please, Sheik Abdul. If she attempts to follow us, he must be killed. Oh, no! In the jungle, he is fearful. But once we have reached the desert, neither he nor any man can bring fear to Sheik Abdul El Melakal. The bride I have paid for is now mine. I feel hatred in my heart to take a child like that. The scent of man, and it's close. They've not yet gone beyond the reaches of my alos. There. Just beyond the trees. Now, if I aim carefully... No! I've been all day to reach you. I thought I might find you here. Are you in league with the Arabs? Of course not. What happened? I went to obtain fruit for the child. I could find none near here. I was gone too long. They managed to take her from my cabin. I can't imagine how. Perhaps the men who claims to be her father engineered her capture. Claims to be her father? I have been investigating the case. Her father was an Arabian. A fine man. Far different from Kasim, I assure you. At his death, Aladina's mother was forced to work in order to feed the child. Go on, go on, but quickly. Aladina was but an infant when Kasim came to the family where her mother left her while she worked. Kasim knew of Aladina's ancestry and persuaded the family that he was a kinsman. And then? Then permitted him to take the child. Supposedly for an hour's airing. He never brought her back. Her mother whom I have just left in Rutendal has pursued them for years. So that is why they moved often? Yes. Always a step ahead of the distraught mother. She hasn't seen Aladina since she was a baby. The sheik and his men have reached the desert by tonight. And I suppose now Aladina's mother will never see her. Oh, she will see her. But I may need help, Johann. The Royal Dutch Legion masses in Rutendal now. They are at our disposal. They can guard her when we deliver Aladina there. But for now there is no time to return there. It must be you and me against the followers of the sheik. All that day Tarzan and Johann Brinker travelled through the jungle. And that night they hired camels at El Basra and continued to follow the spore of the swiftly moving Bedouins. Perhaps as the sheik had boasted Tarzan would have been no match for him on the desert. Had the sudden sandstorm not begun to swirl and dance across the endless plain great masses of sand were hurled against them. Their animals staggered before the weight of the shifting mountains of dust. The wind and the sharp sand particles whipped Tarzan and Johann's faces and stung their eyes. But still they kept on. Heads lowered, jaws set in grim determination. You're determined you are. But certainly no one can keep going in the storm. We'll keep going. But even Arabs make camp in such a wind. That's what I'm counting on. Arabs stretch their canvas so that the sand will pile up against it and form a protection. That's right. They gather their camels into a circle. Johann, you can hold our camels while I stampede theirs. Then I can round the embankment of sand that protects the sheik and his men without being seen until the last moment. It's a foolhardy move. Yeah, it's so foolhardy no one could be expected to make it. That's why it has a chance of succeeding. Johann, look! That camp ahead. You're right. The bank of sand. The camera's in the circle. Hold our camels as best you can in this wind. Good luck Tarzan. The city of Grutendor lies ahead. Be your daughter after all. Are you still determined to leave us here, Tarzan? Yes, Johann. The sheik and his men, if they live, are still searching for their camels. And in Grutendal, Aladina will be protected by your royal Dutch legion. I... I shall miss you, Tarzan. And I shall miss you, little Aladina. But maybe someday, like Aladdin from whom you got your name, you shall secure a magic lamp. And when you rub it, perhaps I shall appear instead of a genie. We shall return with a few words about our next exciting story of Tarzan. A potentate with thousands of fanatical followers. A son trained to rule with the same relentless will as his father. Experts skilled in the art of torture. A snarling pack of panthers trained by man to hunt for man. These are the elements that go to make up Tarzan in captivity. Our next thrilling story of the Lord of the Jungle. Transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice Burrows is produced by Walter White Jr. Prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Lesser. This is a Commodore production.