Tarzan Finds a Son! Page #4

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to speak of it before the boy.

I suppose we'll be starting back tomorrow.

All right. How about

getting past the Gabonis?

I'll put you on a way...

that won't take you

through the Gaboni country.

That's very obliging of you.

Our cousins had a child with them.

We buried the child with his mother.

Our entire family

will be very grateful to you.

I can show you the grave now,

if you'd like.

Thank you. Whenever it's convenient.

We shall be about here for a day or two.

- Wouldn't you like to see it now?

- Yes, why not?

Might I say goodbye to Boy and Tarzan

before I go?

Please, not today.

He's been so difficult and not behaving.

- Shall we start?

- Yes.

Poor young Richard's wife.

Everything to live for:

Youth, health, wealth.

A splendid young husband and a little son.

- It was a son?

- A son?

I believe so.

What a future that child would have had.

My brother Neville's will left everything

in trust for 20 years to come.

Not a penny for the next of kin until

Richard has been definitely proven dead.

Which explains

our touching family interest here.

Sir Thomas makes this sound

too sordid, my dear.

Naturally we'd have given anything

to have found them alive.

We'll never forget what you've done here.

We owe you and your husband

more than we can repay.

Roughly 1 million, split three ways.

Oh, then it's all right, then.

I'm so glad. I mean,

that we were able to do what we did.

I'll come to your camp at dawn tomorrow

and put you on your way, just as I said.

- Goodbye, my dear.

- Goodbye and thank you.

- My love to the boy.

- Goodbye.

Well, we're rich.

Uncle Tom doesn't seem

especially thrilled.

Under the circumstances,

I'm sure you'll forgive me for not gloating.

We'd better start packing for tomorrow.

Coming, Uncle Tom?

No. I think I'll stop here for a pipe or two.

Really, he's becoming

more and more impossible.

What harm?

Boy, no!

Boy, no!

Tarzan say no.

Look out, Boy.

Boy bad.

Don't be a silly ass.

Just a gift for the boy.

Tell him it's from the old gentleman.

I wish that awful thing would stop.

No dinner, thank you.

Have the boys ready at dawn,

and no thorns in their feet.

We shan't be leaving here tomorrow.

- I beg your pardon.

- That boy...

Eyes I seem to have looked into before.

Even the shape of Richard Lancing's chin.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

That child's your second cousin.

And, by George, my grandnephew.

No, it can't be possible.

Austin, you knew it all along.

Yes, and Sande knows it, too.

Don't you, Sande?

I really don't see how it concerns me.

There's an established custom

in dealing with those matters.

Established custom?

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