The Complete Tarzan Collection

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

  "It is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, and his mighty Waziri!" exclaimed Ukundo.

  "Tarzan?" shouted Dick. "Yes, it is Tarzan. We are saved!"

  The Bagalla, warned now by the savage war cry of the Waziri, turned in their direction. At sight of Tarzan and his warriors the ranks of the Bagalla were thrown into confusion.

  They forgot their prey and thought only of escape, for well they knew the power and the wrath of Tarzan of the Apes. Like frightened rabbits they scurried for the jungle, pursued by the Waziri warriors, who showered arrows and spears among them. As they disappeared from the clearing, Tarzan approached the boys.

  "I thank God that I have found you," he said.

  "I did not think you could survive the dangers of the jungle. But when I saw you make your stand against the Bagalla, I knew why you had survived. You are brave lads! In the jungle only the brave may live. I am very proud of you."

  Ukundo and Bulala had gone down on their hands and knees before the Lord of the Jungle and now Tarzan noticed them. "Who are these?" he demanded.

  "They are our very good friends," said Doc. "Without them we should never have escaped."

  "They shall be rewarded," said Tarzan, "when we reach home tomorrow. And so shall you boys. What in all the world would you like most?"

  "A whole apple pie," said Doc.

  THE END

  EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS

  TARZAN AND THE TARZAN TWINS

  WITH JAD-BAL-JA THE GOLDEN LION

  A TARZAN BOOK FOR YOUNG READERS

  First published by Whitman Publishing Co., Racine, Wisconsin, Mar 1936

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

   Chapter One—Back To The Jungle

   Chapter Two—The Storm

   Chapter Three—The Sun Worshippers

   Chapter Four—Danger Ahead

   Chapter Five—To The Rescue!

   Chapter Six—The Twins' Plan

   Chapter Seven—In The Nick Of Time

   Chapter Eight—The Tarzan Trio

   Chapter Nine—The Ambush

   Chapter Ten—Filled With Despair

   Chapter Eleven—Striking From The Rear

   Chapter Twelve—The Sacrifice

   Chapter Thirteen—The End

  * * *

  CHAPTER ONE—BACK TO THE JUNGLE

  "Golly, but he's a whopper, isn't he?" exclaimed Dick.

  "Gee, isn't he a beaut?" cried Doc. "I'll bet he could kill an elephant, almost."

  "What's his name?" asked Dick.

  "This is Jad-bal-ja," replied Tarzan of the Apes.

  "The Golden Lion!" shouted Doc. "Not really—is he?"

  "Yes, the Golden Lion," Tarzan assured them.

  The three stood before a stout cage that stood in the rear of Tarzan's bungalow on his African estate the day following the arrival there of the Tarzan Twins after their rescue from the fierce Bagalla cannibals, who had captured Dick and Doc after they had wandered away from the derailed train that had been carrying them on a visit to Tarzan of the Apes, who was distantly related to Dick's father.

  It had been this relationship, coupled with a remarkable resemblance between the two boys, that had won for them the name of Tarzan Twins from their fellows at the English school they attended. Perhaps their resemblance to one another was not so strange after all, if we consider the fact that the boys' mothers were twin sisters.

  And not only that.

  One of them had married an American and remained in her native country—this was Doc's mother—and the other had married an Englishman and sailed away across the Atlantic to live in England, where Dick was born on the very same day that Doc was born in America.

  And now, after passing through such adventures as come to very few boys in this world, Dick and Doc were safe under the protection of the famous ape-man and while they were looking forward to many interesting experiences, they were sure that from now on they would be perfectly safe and that never again would they be in such distressing danger as that from which they had just escaped.

  Nor were they sorry, for while they were normal boys and, like all normal boys, loved adventure, they had discovered that there was a limit beyond which adventure was no longer enjoyable, and that limit lay well upon the safe side of cannibal flesh pots.

  It was well for Dick and Doc, as it is, perhaps, for all of us, that they could not look into the future.

  "Gee, you're not going to let him out, are you?" demanded Doc, as Tarzan of the Apes slipped the bolt that secured the door of Jad-bal-ja's cage.

  "Why, yes," replied the ape-man. "He is seldom confined when I am at home, other than at night. It would scarcely be necessary even then were it not for the fact that some of my people, filled with an instinctive fear of lions, would not dare venture from their huts at night were Jad-bal-ja abroad. And then, too," he added, "there is something that they will always remember, that I am prone to forget—that, after all, a lion is always a lion. To me Jad-bal-ja is friend and companion, so much so that sometimes I forget that he is not a man, or that I am not a lion."

  "He looks fierce," said Doc.

  "Won't he bite us?" asked Dick.

  "When I am with him he will harm no one unless I tell him to," replied Tarzan, as he swung the cage door wide.

  Dick and Doc stood as rigid as pewter soldiers as the great, tawny beast stepped majestically from his cage. The round yellow eyes, the terrifying eyes, surveyed them, and Tarzan spoke in a language that the boys did not understand as Jad-bal-ja advanced and sniffed their clothing and their hands.

  "I am telling him that you are my friends," explained Tarzan of the Apes, "and that he must never harm you in the least."

  "I hope he understands you," said Doc, and Tarzan smiled.

  "We will take a walk," he said, "and presently the lion will become accustomed to you. Pay no attention to him. Do not touch him, unless he comes and rubs his head against you, which he will not. It is his way of showing affection for me and my family—a mark which he has not bestowed upon others."

  "Don't worry," said Dick. "I'll not touch him if I can help it!"

  "What does 'Jad-bal-ja' mean?" asked Doc, as the four passed through the gate and out onto the rolling veldt that stretched away to the hills on one side and to the forest and the jungle on the other.

  "It is taken from the language of the tailed people of Pal-ul-don," explained Tarzan. "Jad means the; bal is their word for either gold or golden, and ja is lion. I found him, a tiny cub, beside his dead mother, after I had escaped from Pal-ul-don, and was returning home. Even then, he had an unusually golden hue and the language of Pal-ul-don, being fresh in my mind, I named him Jad-bal-ja, The Golden Lion."

  As they walked the boys asked a thousand questions which Tarzan answered good-naturedly and to the best of his ability, which was excellent, inasmuch as the boys confined their questions rather closely to Tarzan's life in the jungle, which seemed to them quite the most interesting subject in the world.

  "What do you boys want to do?" asked Tarzan. "We have the whole day before us."

  "I should like to go into the jungle," said Dick, rather wistfully.

  "Me too," said Doc.

  "I should think that you boys had had enough of the jungle for a while," laughed the ape-man.

  "There is a fascination about it that I cannot explain," replied Dick. "I am afraid of the jungle and yet I want to go back into it."

  "I sure like to be in it with you," said Doc, looking adoringly at Tarzan. "How long would it take us to walk over there?"

  "About two hours. Could you stand it and the return journey?"

  "Could we? I'll say we could," cried Dick.

  "How about you, Doc?" demanded Tarzan.

  "Sure!"

  "All right," said the ape-man, "and if we don't want to come back tonight we don't have to. The jungle gives food and shelter to its people—and freedom. That is why I love it."

  "Let's go," said the Tarzan Twins, speaking tog
ether almost in the same breath.

  Tarzan nodded and led the way.

  In high spirits they crossed the veldt, the great lion pacing at the side of its savage master, the two lads drinking in every word of jungle lore that fell from the lips of the ape-man.

  Tarzan and the twins wore loin cloths and head bands and carried the simplest and most primitive of weapons—each had a bow and arrows, a spear and a knife. Tarzan, in addition, carried the grass rope that long habit had made almost a part of him.

  As the cannibals had stolen the clothing that Dick and Doc had worn when they were captured and as their trunks were still at the rail head, there had really been nothing else for the boys to wear other than the primitive apparel in which they were garbed; but, if the truth were known, they were more than satisfied and would have scorned such symbols of effete civilization as pants and shirts.

  Their life with the cannibals and their flight through the jungle had accustomed them to scant attire and had already somewhat hardened their youthful bodies against the rigors of the primeval world that beckoned to them from beyond the borders of the veldt.

  With light hearts and eager faces they left the veldt behind and entered the gloomy corridors of the African jungle.

  Safe in the companionship of the giant man and the great lion that accompanied them, they were troubled by no fears whatever.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWO—THE STORM

  Deep into the jungle the ape-man led them, while overhead Manu the monkey chattered and scolded, reproaching Tarzan for bringing Numa the lion to disturb his peace; but neither Tarzan nor Jad-bal-ja paid any attention to the little monkey, and now the two boys noticed that Tarzan had grown suddenly silent. He answered their questions shortly or not at all and there was a serious expression upon his face. Often he watched Jad-bal-ja attentively and often he paused to sniff the air or to listen.

  Presently he turned to the boys.

  "Something is wrong in the jungle," he said. "Jad-bal-ja has sensed it. I do not yet know what it is. Have you noticed that he has become nervous? He has sensed something that even I cannot as yet sense. I think it lies up wind from us and that would be natural since the scent of Jad-bal-ja, the flesh eater, is keen indeed. Remain here with Jad-bal-ja while I go and investigate. It may be nothing. A storm is coming—that I have sensed for the past hour—and it may be only the coming storm that has affected the nerves of the Golden Lion. In the jungle, however, he who would live must know—he may not guess."

  The two boys watched the giant ape-man swing away through the lower branches of the jungle trees and a moment later they were alone with the great cat that paced nervously to and fro, occasionally eyeing them through those cruel, round, yellow eyes that looked anything but friendly and reassuring to the twins.

  "Gee," said Doc, "I wish Tarzan had taken him along with him."

  "He left him here to guard us, you poor ninny," snapped Dick, his tone of voice plainly evidencing his own nervousness.

  "All right, but I can't help but remember what he said about him."

  "What did he say about him, except that he wouldn't hurt anyone unless Tarzan told him to?" demanded Dick.

  "Yes, smarty, but he also said, 'When Tarzan is with him,' but that isn't what I remember most," retorted Doc.

  "Well, then, what is it you remember so fine?"

  "Tarzan said: 'After all a lion is always a lion!'"

  "You would remember something like that!" growled Dick.

  "I believe," said Doc, "that I'll just climb this tree for the fun of it."

  "Fraidy-cat!"

  "Fraidy-cat nothing! I'm not afraid. I just want to practice climbing. You can't ever tell when it will come in handy, especially in the jungle."

  "Suppose he doesn't want us to climb?" Dick nodded in the direction of Jad-bal-ja.

  "Why shouldn't he want us to climb?" demanded Doc.

  "Well, if he's thinking of being a lion, and is hungry, I guess that would be a pretty good reason for him not to want us to climb."

  "Who said I could think of things? I never would have thought of anything like that. It took you to do it."

  "Oh, any time you weren't thinking of the same thing yourself," scoffed Dick.

  "Well, I wasn't thinking it out loud, anyway," retorted Doc.

  Dick said no more.

  Jad-bal-ja was moving about restlessly. It was quite obvious that he was nervous. His great head erect, his ears up-pricked, he looked off into the jungle in the direction that Tarzan had gone; then he turned and strode a small circle, whining.

  Then suddenly the lion's yellow-green eyes fell upon the two boys and he opened his mouth, exposing huge fangs, and voiced a low roar.

  "W-what do you suppose he did that for?" whispered Doc.

  "Maybe he's just trying to talk to us," suggested Dick.

  "I wish I knew whether it was a threat or a promise," said Doc, beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable and painfully uncertain of the future.

  "Maybe we had better climb the tree after all," whispered Dick. "Perhaps we could see Tarzan if we climbed high enough."

  "You go first," said Doc.

  "No," expostulated Dick. "You go first—it was your idea."

  "But if he saw me escaping he might go for you," suggested Doc.

  "I'll tell you what we'll do," said Dick. "Here are two trees just about the same size. You stroll sort of nonchalant-like over to one of them and I'll say 'climb,' and then we'll both climb as fast as we can. What do you say, shall we do it?"

  "I say hop to it and the sooner the quicker," was Doc's answer.

  "There! He's looking the other way now. Now's the time!"

  The two boys, glancing fearfully over their shoulders, walked slowly toward their respective trees. If they were nervous, who may blame them? A forest lion at large in his grim jungle is a terrifying creature; so terrifying, in fact, that some persons, meeting one in the jungle, have been known to kneel in a paralysis of fear, waiting for the great beast to come and devour them, offering now defense and no resistance.

  Jad-bal-ja, hearing the boy's footfalls, turned his fierce eyes upon them. Doc gasped. Dick tried to swallow, but failed. His throat was suddenly dry and parched. They were but a few steps from the trees they had selected and they did not stop. Their greatest difficulty was to restrain a desire to run.

  Jad-bal-ja eyed them questioningly, then he started slowly toward them. Now the boys were at the foot of their respective trees.

  "Climb!" gasped Dick, and in the instant both were scrambling up the boles of the trees as fast as they could go.

  Jad-bal-ja halted in his tracks and watched them. Upon his wrinkled face was an expression that might have been pained surprise, and when the boys reached the safety of branches that swung high above the ground and looked down they saw the lion squatting upon his haunches staring steadily upward at them.

  "There!" cried Dick. "I knew he wouldn't hurt us. He never tried to stop us at all. Golly, but you're sure a fraidy-cat. I'd hate to have Tarzan come back and find us up here."

  "All right, if you're so brave, go on down. I don't care who finds me here. I'd rather be up here all in one piece than scattered around down there on the ground," was Doc's reply.

  "Aw, shucks, he wouldn't hurt a flea," insisted Dick. "Look at him."

  "Maybe he wouldn't, but I am not so unappetizing as a flea."

  "You haven't the nerve of one anyway," Dick scoffed tauntingly.

  "All right, instead of talking so much, why don't you go on down and play with him?"

  "I guess I will."

  Doc laughed raucously.

  "All right, watch me!" cried Dick, making ostentatious preparations to descend.

  Doc watched him intently. Dick slid from the branch upon which he had been sitting, grasped the bole of the tree with both arms and prepared to slide down to the ground.

  "Aw, don't, Dick," cried Doc. "Please don't. Better not take any chances."

  "All right," said Dick,
"if you don't want me to, I won't," and he climbed back onto his branch again, to perch there safely.

  "Gee, but it's getting dark," exclaimed Doc. "Do you suppose it's as late as that?"

  "It must be the storm that Tarzan said was coming. Yes, look up there!"

  Through a break in the dense foliage overhead, black, angry clouds could be seen billowing low above the forest. The gloom of the jungle deepened. The air became very quiet—breathless—as though the heart of Nature had momentarily ceased to beat. Presently the tree tops bent as though pressed down by a mighty palm. Then they whipped back. The wind shrieked, the trees waved wildly against the racing clouds, the lightning flashed—jagged, blinding lightning—and then the thunder crashed and roared and with it came the rain, not in drops, but in great sheets and gusts, borne on the frothing teeth of the hurricane.

  The two boys were separated by a distance of scarce twenty feet, yet they could neither see nor hear one another, though each shouted at the top of his lungs in an effort to assure himself that the other was still safe and sound.

  Branches, torn from great trees, hurtled through the air. Patriarchs of the jungle crashed to the earth, carrying lesser trees with them and adding to the horrid pandemonium that reigned supreme.

  Dick and Doc clung with difficulty to their perilous perches, each sure that the other was dead and that he would soon join him. It seemed beyond the remotest possibility that any living thing could escape the fury of that titanic Saturnalia.

  For an hour the storm raged, and then gradually it abated, but the rain still beat down, the wind still whined and moaned through the stricken jungle and the intense darkness persisted in only a slightly lessened degree.

  Shivering with cold, the boys sat with bowed heads, the rain beating upon their naked backs, and waited. What they waited for they scarcely knew or dared to think.

  Each boy thought that he was alone. Each was sure that Tarzan had been killed or injured in the terrific storm. Each wondered how he was to find his way alone back to the bungalow.

  Dick raised his head and looked hopelessly about. Through the gloom and the rain he looked sorrowfully in the direction of the branch upon which Doc had been sitting when the storm broke. Dimly he discerned a figure hunched up miserably in an endeavor to avoid buffeting from the storm.