Tarzan Escapes Page #4

I don't want shooting.

I want to take him alive.

All right, my lad. Go on, laugh. You'll be

laughing the other side of your face soon.

You're just bait.

That's what you are, bait.

Rawlins, catch it.

Well, that seems to work all right.

Of course, sir, you'll post sentries

around here in every direction.

What, and scare him off? No. Bomba will

watch at the north. You do the same here.

- By the trap?

- Yes. And if he comes...

...I don't want you to move

or make a sound unless anything happens.

- Anything happens?

- In which case, send for me quietly.

You took the words right out

of my mouth, sir.

- You can hide in the brush down here.

- All right, sir.

I suppose I'll be quite comfortable.

Captain, there are times

when I sort of get a creepy feeling...

...that he knows all about us.

- Maybe he does, Rawlins.

- Yeah...

- Good night, Rawlins.

- Goodbye, sir.

Cheetah.

Cheetah.

- Captain Fry!

- Rita, what is it?

- He was here. I saw him.

- Which way?

There, I think.

- What's happened?

- He's been here. Bomba! Bomba!

Where's that fool?

These lashings have been cut.

Rawlins! Where's that idiot?

- What the deuce are you doing there?

- Oh, Captain Fry...

...I've had a horrible, horrible experience.

That huge monster attacked me

and after a fierce struggle...

...he hurled me to the ground

and stamped on me.

Next time I opened my eyes, he'd turned

himself into a horrible, hairy ape.

Did he spring the trap?

No, sir. That was a precaution

of my own, sir.

Bomba, get the boys

and round up animals!

Tarzan.

Jane.

Tarzan, let go. I'm not awake yet.

What will the neighbors think?

- Hurt?

- I'm glad you woke me.

- I was having a nightmare. I was afraid.

- Afraid?

I dreamt I was back in London

in a horrible, rushing taxi.

The radio was going

and I was on my way...

...to play bridge

with my three maiden aunts.

Thank you for being such a horrible,

kidnapping monster and keeping me here.

Jane.

Oh, just a moment.

Before you start any more

of your usual blarney...

...where were you last night?

- Swim.

- Nope.

No, we won't swim.

And don't try to change the subject.

You didn't get in this morning until all

hours. And you were carrying your shoes.

- Swim, swim, swim.

- No.

Cheetah.

- Where did this come from, Tarzan?

- Swim.

Tarzan, please. I've got to know.

- People.

- Yes, I know. But white people? Where?

- Swim now.

- Tarzan, I've got to see them.

- No.

- Please.

No.

Please, Tarzan.

Stay.

Stay.

Oh, what a hideous monster it was, this.

It's a wonder to me that all the hair on

our heads didn't go white during the night.

As far as his looks,

I thought he was rather sweet.

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