The Return Of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
1 The Affair on the Liner
2 Forging Bonds of Hate and – – ?
3 What Happened in the Rue Maule
4 The Countess Explains
5 The Plot That Failed
6 A Duel
7 The Dancing Girl of Sidi Aissa
8 The Fight in the Desert
9 Numa “El Adrea”
10 Through the Valley of the Shadow
11 John Caldwell, London
12 Ships That Pass
13 The Wreck of the “Lady Alice”
14 Back to the Primitive
15 From Ape to Savage
16 The Ivory Raiders
17 The White Chief of the Waziri
18 The Lottery of Death
19 The City of Gold
20 La
21 The Castaways
22 The Treasure Vaults of Opar
23 The Fifty Frightful Men
24 How Tarzan Came Again to Opar
25 Through the Forest Primeval
26 The Passing of the Ape-Man
Chapter I
The Affair on the Liner
“Magnifique!” ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath
Her breath.
“Eh?” questioned the count, turning toward his young wife.
“What is it that is magnificent?” and the count bent his eyes
In various directions in quest of the object of her admiration.
“Oh, nothing at all, my dear,” replied the countess, a slight
Flush momentarily coloring her already pink cheek. “I was but
Recalling with admiration those stupendous skyscrapers, as
They call them, of New York,” and the fair countess settled
Herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed
The magazine which “nothing at all” had caused her to let
Fall upon her lap.
Her husband again buried himself in his book, but not
Without a mild wonderment that three days out from New
York his countess should suddenly have realized an
Admiration for the very buildings she had but recently
Characterized
as horrid.
Presently the count put down his book. “It is very tiresome,
Olga,” he said. “I think that I shall hunt up some
Others who may be equally bored, and see if we cannot find
Enough for a game of cards.”
“You are not very gallant, my husband,” replied the young
Woman, smiling, “but as I am equally bored I can forgive you.
Go and play at your tiresome old cards, then, if you will.”
When he had gone she let her eyes wander slyly to the figure
Of a tall young man stretched lazily in a chair not far distant.
“MAGNIFIQUE!” she breathed once more.
The Countess Olga de Coude was twenty. Her husband forty.
She was a very faithful and loyal wife, but as she had had
Nothing whatever to do with the selection of a husband,
It is not at all unlikely that she was not wildly and
Passionately in love with the one that fate and her titled
Russian father had selected for her. However, simply because
She was surprised into a tiny exclamation of approval at sight
Of a splendid young stranger it must not be inferred therefrom
That her thoughts were in any way disloyal to her spouse.
She merely admired, as she might have admired a particularly
Fine specimen of any species. Furthermore, the young man
Was unquestionably good to look at.
As her furtive glance rested upon his profile he rose to leave
The deck. The Countess de Coude beckoned to a passing steward.
“Who is that gentleman?” she asked.
“He is booked, madam, as Monsieur Tarzan, of Africa,”
Replied the steward.
“Rather a large estate,” thought the girl, but now her
Interest was still further aroused.
As Tarzan walked slowly toward the smoking-room he
Came unexpectedly upon two men whispering excitedly just
Without. He would have vouchsafed them not even a passing
Thought but for the strangely guilty glance that one of them
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