The Return of Tarzan

ned in the

not, where the naval lieutenant had scored him roundly for his decision to renounce the tit

to prove beyond doubt to all the world that in your veins flows the noble blood of two of England's most honored houses

ills with mighty jaws, like some wild beast, and wiped your greasy hands upon your thighs. Even then, before ther

; with the account of your birth, and, final and most convincing proof of all, your own baby finger prints up

vagabond, I have no intention of so doing. In fact, the next, and let us hope the last, burden tha

I place upon your friendship, my Tarzan? Would it repay the services you did me in Africa? I do not forget, my friend, that but for you and your wondrous bravery I had died at the stake in the village of Mbonga's cannibals. Nor do I forget that to your s

ranger. Nor am I trying to repay you with money, Tarzan. It is that just at present you need money; were it sacrifice that I might offer you it were

of inactivity in a short while. As for my birthright-it is in good hands. Clayton is not guilty of robbing me of it. He truly believes that he is the real Lord Greystoke, and the chances are that he will make a better English lord than a man who was born a

man I love of the wealth and position that her marriage to Clayton

. And so I am as happy to think of Kala as my mother as I would be to try to picture the poor, unhappy little English girl who passed away a year after she bore me. Kala was always kind to me in her fierce and savage way

ill a child when that occurred, and I threw myself upon her dead body and wept out my anguish as a child might for his own mother. To you, my friend, she would have appeared a hi

r are the only people in the world who can swear that the little skeleton found in the cabin with those of your father and mother was that of an infant anthropoid ape, and not the offspring of Lord and Lady Greystoke. That evidence is most important. They are both old

closer to her bargain than some misfortune to Clayton. She is from an old sou

at were opened to him in this seat of culture and learning fairly appalled him when he contemplated the very infinitesimal crumb of the sum total of human knowledge that a single individual might hope to acquire even aft

is civilized brothers doing. The life was a new and alluring one, and in addition he had a sorrow in his breast and a great longing which he knew

t in the crowd at the exit before Tarzan could catch a good look at him, but he was confident that he had seen those eyes before and that they had been fastened on him this evening through no passing accident. He had ha

tice the swarthy individual who stepped deeper into the shadows of an oppo

other places of amusement, but seldom if ever had he been alone. Toni

his part of Paris to his apartments, the watcher across the stre

jungle than did the noisy and garish streets surrounding it. If you are familiar with your Paris you will recall the narrow, forbidding precincts of the Ru

al way when he was attracted by screams and cries for help from the third floor of an opposite building. The voice was a woman'

d him in the center of a dimly-lighted room. An oil lamp burned upon a high, old-fashioned mantel, casting its dim rays over a dozen repulsive figures. All but one were men. The other

a low voice as Tarzan entered t

ily from the room, and in the brief glance that Tarzan had of him he saw that it was Rokoff. But the other thing that he saw was of more immediate interest. It was a great brute of a fellow tiptoeing upon him from behind with a huge bludgeon in his hand, and then, as the man and his confeder

strength and cruel craftiness of Terkoz and Numa in the fastness of their savag

rzan charged full upon him, dodging the falling weapon, and catching the m

a brittle shell, to break at the least rough usage, the thin veneer of his civilization fell from him, and the ten burly villains foun

fair. He wished to be sure that Tarzan was dead before he left, but it was not

few minutes which had elapsed. From the semblance of distress which it had worn when Tarzan first saw it, it had

late gentleman her cries had lured to what was to have been his death had been suddenly metamorphosed into a dem

ape-man had found the throat of one of his assailants, and Tarzan fought

t reminded the woman of a panther she had seen at the zoo. Now a wrist-bone snapped in his iron g

ing murder on the third floor of Rue Maule, 27. When the officers arrived they found three men groaning on the floor, a frightened woman lying upon a filthy bed, her face buried in her arms, and what appeared to be a well-dressed young gentleman standing in the center of the room awaiting the reenforcements which he had thought the footsteps of the officers hur

d here?" asked on

rned to the woman for confirmation of hi

rpose. When I repulsed him he would have killed me had not my screams attracted these gentlemen, who were passing th

had had other dealings with this same lady and her lovely coterie of gentlemen friends. However, they were policemen, not judges, so they

l this well-dressed young man that he was u

o not know why the woman has told you what she has. She can have no enmity against me,

tant later he lay crumpled in a corner of the room, and then, as his comrades rushed in upon the ape-man, they experienced a taste of what the a

As the last officer went down, one of his fellows succeeded in drawing his revolver and, from where he lay on the floor, fired at Tarz

eap, panther-like, onto the pole across the walk. When the police gathered the

a very sore and humiliated detail of police. It galled them to think that it would be necessary to report that a single u

om the window or left the building from the time they entered until they h

e instinct and looked below for enemies before he ventured down. It was well he did, for

m hurtling through the treetops of his primeval forest to carry him across the little space between the pole and the roof. From one buildi

the lavatory removed the evidences of his over-roof promenade from hands and clothes.

ousine that was approaching to pass him, he heard his name called in a sweet feminine voice. Looking up, he met the smiling eyes of Olga de Coude as she lea

h in the same evening," he soliloquiz