Tarzan Finds a Son! Page #3

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Evidently, one's ears

become acute out here.

Nothing compared to Tarzan's, of course.

Mr. Sande's told us

about your husband's marvelous instincts:

Like a wild animal.

- I didn't exactly say that, Mr. Lancing.

- Don't apologize, Mr. Sande.

Tarzan and I have a high opinion

of wild animals and their habits.

I haven't often gone

against Tarzan's instincts.

When I have, I've been wrong.

Get in. It's quite safe.

What a charming way to live.

Here we are.

- I say, all the conveniences.

- Yes, by George.

- Mother.

- Hello, darling.

- Your son?

- What a dear little fellow.

- What's his name?

- We call him Boy.

That's not his real name?

Say, "How do you do?" Go on.

- Cat's got his tongue.

- Hello, Boy.

- How do you do?

- That's right.

No cats up here.

No, nothing but lions. I know.

- Shall we go in now and get lunch?

- Splendid.

- Will you excuse me?

- Why, certainly.

Sit.

- Eat.

- Thank you.

Delicious. What's the name

of these things?

Food.

You know what they're called, young man?

- Food.

- Dreadful savages, aren't they?

Eat.

I think I'll see if I can be of any help

in the kitchen.

Something I can do?

You could get me an egg. They're in there.

- Just one apiece?

- I think one will be enough.

Thank you.

You must get pretty good hunting up here.

Lions with a jackknife, that's sport.

My dear boy, have your breakfast

before Tarzan eats you raw.

Cheetah, turn on the fan.

I'm afraid your husband feels

we're intruding.

- Not really.

- There's no real harm in us.

- Merely a search party.

- Search party?

But there hasn't been a safari here

in years.

It wasn't a safari exactly.

The Richard Lancings were flying

to Cape Town.

As a matter of fact,

it's five years since they disappeared.

A while ago, we found their cracked-up

plane outside of our camp.

They're inquiring

about some friends, Tarzan.

You say they were relatives of yours?

Yes, the man was a second cousin.

A nephew of the late Earl of Greystoke.

I may say a favorite nephew.

Am I to understand

that you have some news of our relations?

Tarzan, will you take Boy for his swim?

I don't think he can be interested in this.

Please, Tarzan.

- Come, Boy, swim.

- Swim.

Well?

They and their pilot

never reached Cape Town.

Oh, my dear.

When we got to the plane...

we found evidence

that the natives had been there before us.

- The Gabonis?

- No.

There's another savage tribe up here

on the escarpment...

the Zambeles, off to the southwest.

It's their custom to use their male victims

in a horrible sort of magic.

Tarzan and I found the girl

and we buried her where she's safe.

But the men were gone.

I understand why you didn't wish

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