Tarzan and His Mate

I wouldn't trust myself in that jungle

if it was me, sir.

Well, I will.

We'll leave as soon as we can

after Arlington gets here.

- What time is it?

- 2:
30 p. m.

What? Then I've got to go down

to meet the boat.

Mr. Arlington can have this room

when he arrives. I'll use the lean-to.

Righto.

Blimey.

I remember the last time

I was given those orders.

It was when Mr. Parker told me

to get that room ready for Miss Jane...

the day she arrived.

She stood right in front of that mirror,

putting cold cream on her face.

Right where you're standing now.

Beamish, I want you to get Saidi

to fix up a bath for Mr. Arlington.

Yes, sir.

- He'll want one as soon as he gets here.

- Righto.

Thank you.

- These are my private quarters.

- Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude.

There was nobody in the store,

so we came here.

If you want to buy anything,

Beamish will handle it.

Yes, indeed, we have some lovely things.

Mrs. Cutten was mad about them.

No, we just dropped in for a chat.

That's rather a large safari

you're organizing for a hunt.

I haven't time to talk about it now.

I've to meet the boat.

- Sorry.

- Later, perhaps.

Perhaps.

- Couple of nice lads.

- Yes, very.

Keep your eye on the store, Beamish,

while I'm away.

You can depend upon me, sir.

- Hiya, Mr. Holt!

- Hello, Edward.

Where's Mr. Arlington?

This is his luggage,

but I think he's in his cabin.

- Have some boys take it to the store.

- This minute, sir.

Thanks.

Say, boy, which one is Mr...

- Martin!

- Well, Harry, you old devil!

I thought you'd never get here.

- Easy.

- Softening up a bit?

Wait till I've been here a week, man.

Lip rouge.

Better go back in your room

and clean up a bit.

Just a minute. That's not my room.

This is my friend Mr. Holt.

- Madame Feronde, Harry.

- How do you do?

- Charmed, sir.

- Here it is!

- Monsieur, I found your bag.

- Thanks very much.

This is Madame Feronde's husband.

My friend Mr. Holt.

How do you do?

Any friend of Monsieur Arlington,

we are so pleased to meet.

My wife says she will never forget

the funny stories he's told her.

- Goodbye. Hope you have a nice trip.

- Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Feronde. Goodbye, Madame.

Au revoir.

- I'm having your things sent for.

- Good.

- Au revoir.

- Goodbye.

Charming fellow.

- How was the trip?

- It had its moments.

- Same old Arlington.

- What do you mean, old?

- Mr. Arlington, I presume.

- Yes.

- This is Henry Van Ness.

- This is my friend Tom Pierce.

How do you do?

Mr. Holt tells us

you're going after a leopard.

Yes, and some rhino, too.

A bit of hunting, anyway.

- Van Ness and I got some leopard lately.

- We'll drop in and talk about it sometime.

- If you don't mind.

- No, not at all.

Tomorrow night.

You're not leaving before then?

We'll still be here. Come along, Martin.

Who are they?

They got wind of what we're after,

and they wanted in with us.

Four white men might be better than two

on this trip.

You don't know those fellows, Martin.

If four of us start out and we found

the ivory, only two would get back...

and they wouldn't be us.

- That kind?

- Exactly.

- What'd you tell them?

- I played dumb.

Said that you were wealthy

and financing a hunting trip.

- Anyway, the wealthy part was true.

- Think so? I'm dead broke, Harry.

- So is the Bank of England.

- No, really. I'm stony.

I've staked my last penny

on this pipe dream of yours.

- It had better be good.

- You're not serious!

I am. I've lost everything.

It's left me with an obsession

to get it all back.

Anyhow, as long as I get it.

But when I do...

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