 Tarzan of the Eighths, from the novels by Edgar Rice Burroughs, with Mr. James A. Spears as Tarzan and Mr. Ann Burroughs as Jane Porter. This is an American gold seal production, released by the World Broadcasting System and Associated Station. After Tarzan has rescued the white party from the cannibals, Clayton tries to shoot him, unable to understand that Clayton's fever delirium caused this. Tarzan leaves the white to return to the jungle. Unknown to him, the mutineers have returned and plan to attack the party at the cabin. Tarzan returns to the council circle of the Eighths to find his kingship challenged by Tacla a bully. The bully charges at Tarzan, murdering his eye. Now, are you ready? Hold your breath. At Tacla's roar, Tarzan whips about. Quickly, the eight man's hand flashes a knife in his mouth. Tacla sees the movement, hesitates for a little moment, with long hairy arms reaching and gleaming, dripping fangs there of the great pole ape lunges forward. Tarzan commands Tacla to go back. Tacla blinks his hate-reddened eyes and with another challenging roar draws closer. Tarzan leaps to one side. Tacla turns and again Tarzan leaps. Now, the eight man is behind Tacla. Tarzan springs as the hairy brute turns. Tarzan lands on Tacla's back. The eight man's arm slips under Tacla's forearm up behind the thick pole neck. Tarzan grips the coarse bristling hairs. The rippling muscle swells as he starts to force the brute's head down. With pain, Tarzan forces the eight head lower. Lower. Lower. Tacla thinks through his knees. With a roar, Tacla throws himself to the ground. He tries to roll over to thin Tarzan to the ground. But Tarzan's too strong for him. He braces his knees and Tacla's back. Once again, the eight man passes his muscles. Forces Tacla's head lower. Yes, the eight brunts. Quickly, Tarzan jumps clear. Tacla rolls to his back. And before he can make a move, Tarzan loses himself out of the brute's chest. Tacla blinks his eyes and looks at the gleaming point of the knife held at his throat. Tarzan asks Tacla if he will surrender. But Tacla only brunts and repries. Tarzan presses the hunting knife farther into the thick coarse hairs of the brute's throat. Tarzan screams as he feels the sharp point of the blade at his throat. Again, Tarzan asks Tacla to surrender. Pan king of the eight, mighty hunter, mighty fighter. All the jungle there is known so great. Tarzan has surrendered to me. All the tribe has heard. Tarzan prings to his feet. With the shout of the claim of the eight ringing in his ears, the eight man grasps the low hanging limb and disappears into the trees. Meanwhile, a short distance from the river, Clayton and Philander are returning through the jungle to the cabin in the clearing. Not much luck shooting, eh Clayton? No, Glander. With all this expanse of jungle, not a blessing thing to shoot at that we could eat. Possibly if we go out later this evening. We can try the river, eh? Almost sure to be something there. Well, we're not far from there now. We might go down and try. Hey, look there. What? Looks to me like a camp. What? I believe you're right. Let's investigate. Take it easy. We don't know who they are or what we're getting into. No. No, but they're probably the party who left the boatmarch on the beach. Well, the place looks pretty deserted. Yes. Yes, but the fire hasn't been out for very long. Pie Joe, look out there into the cove. The arrow. Our ship. Our ship. Then man alive. The mutineers. Chains. Porters. A lone at the hut. Come, Philander. Hurry. Hurry, Philander. While Clayton and Philander have been hunting, Jane has been carrying for fever ridden Professor Porter at the hut. Jane. Jane, my dear. What is it, Daddy? Are you feeling better now? Yes, dear. A great deal. The treatment given me by Lieutenant Downo last night seems to have worked wonders on me. Oh, that's fine. In no time at all you'll be the fittest one of us all. How is the Clayton getting along? Well, he seems to have improved a great deal in health. We don't like to give you advice, my dear. No, Daddy. You've always let me run my own affairs. What I was about to say, however, is I have noticed a certain coolness between you and Clayton lately. Well, don't you bother your head about it. But I must say it concerns the welfare of all of us beyond good terms with one another. Yes. None of us can afford to be unsociable. Not only that, my dear, but Clayton is one of the English nobility. It might be just as well to keep him in good graces. But he's been so so insulting about Tarzan that I couldn't help it. After all, Jane, despite the fact that Tarzan is a noble fellow and all that, he is really just an untutored savage. A savage? He has a savage who has saved us all from death. Not once, but many times. And subtle, especially. Yes, yes, dear. It is sometimes difficult to understand Cecil's mood. Still, we should all make allowances. Perhaps we might keep on the good side of Dono, too. He is of the French Navy, you know. Now, Jane, you're driving me. But you know as well as I do that it is sometimes paid to have, if you will allow the expression, a friend of course. Oh, never mind, Daddy. I know what you're getting at. But Cecil makes me so angry with his constant slurs against Tarzan. Yes, yes, yes, dear. By the way, where are the others? Well, Cecil and Mrs. Philander went off to shoot something to eat. Francois went for water and Dono, I believe, has gone off to the headland. To the headland? What for? To make a beacon, I suppose. In case another ship should pass before the cruiser returns. What did Dono and Cecil decide about those boat marks upon the stand of the beacon? We shall imagine, Daddy, the marks together with the footprints, which Dono said were not made by sailor's shoes, and the ransacking of the cabin are a puzzle we have to solve. Yes, yes, I know. But the marks were old, I think. It may be some ship put in here for water while we were at the cannibal's village. Well, I for one am heartily sorry. We failed to arrive at the same time as the ship, no matter what sort of a ship it might have been. Water, yes, yes. Water. That was probably what Steve wanted. Oh, I, I think one of the others must be returning. Wait a minute, I'll go and look. Oh! What do you think, Jean? Oh, no. I know you was trying to close the door. Daddy, Daddy's a gun, please. Oh, that. I can move to get that gun and I'll drop you where you stand. Come on, King. I'll come right in. Then if I close the door, eh, right up. What do you want? What's the meaning of this? You'll find out soon enough, Governor. Carlos, watch the old jet. I'll look after the lighting. I as a tycoon, why with the light as I as? If the others come back and find you here tonight, they'll kill you. Now, you led your little side, I'll do the talking for a child. Where did you hide that blouse of treasure? We've never seen the treasure. You know as well as I do at night. But I drew that chart overboard. What happened after that, we don't know. Yes, I know all about that. Price, you brought the chart back. We found the treasure. You found it. You see, my dear, I was brought up. Confess that stuff over on me. What we want to know is where did you hide it? I tell you, we've never seen it. You said you found it. I don't know. How about you, Professor? Don't suppose you know? No, no, I've never seen it. Ain't nobody asked you if you've seen it. All we want to know is where is it now? How often do I have to tell you we know nothing about it? Now, now, don't put on them. I don't have any airs with me. Ah, come on, Snipes. Just wasting time. Let's take him along with us. That way you've got time to work on this. Yes, that's the ticket all right. The mother's just not able to come in here any minute. Right, old mate? As long as they ain't going to act the way we want them to, come on there, Professor. Get up. I can't do that. My father's almost dead with me. He'll live long enough for us to find out what we want to know. Now, you listen to me. If you think that my father is a treacherous belly, taking him out and torturing him isn't going to help you any. He'll just die. Ah, what? You're talking to your good generation. I wouldn't give a so. Well, listen to me now, you swamp. I want that loot. I don't care whether the old fool dies or not. I mean to have that treasure. All right, all right. Well then, let's take the day and hold her and toss it. Come along, my friend. I won't. I won't show them. I got things to do. You're a perfect fellow. You're a perfect fellow. You're a perfect fellow. If I can the jungle hear them.