Tarzan Finds a Son! Page #5

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If it's ivory the party's after...

the hunter in charge usually gets

10 of whatever they bring out.

Very well.

I suppose we'll have to let it go at that.

You can count on me, then.

Perhaps I don't quite follow.

We're all going to keep absolutely mum.

The boy will never know who he is

or how we robbed him.

Blood doesn't mean much to you,

does it, Austin?

I'm not rich enough

to afford sentimentality.

Supposing I consent to all this...

and supposing even that Mr. Sande...

doesn't one day take it in his head

to blackmail you...

what if some other party should get

up here and stumble over your secret?

It's confounded risky, but we got to face it.

But, darling, there needn't be any risk

if we bring the boy back with us.

Bring the boy with us?

Are you out of your mind?

Don't you see?

If we're his legal guardians...

won't we administer everything?

Of course that Tarzan brute will fight.

Perhaps she may listen to reason.

We'll surround the place in the morning,

then go in with guns.

Maybe we'll catch him asleep.

There's one thing

you both seemed to have overlooked.

At the guardianship proceedings...

I shall testify that your intentions

are not only unsympathetic...

to my grandnephew's best interests,

but hostile to them.

Downright dangerous.

- Is that quite final?

- Not quite.

I'm going to have a little chat with Tarzan.

Yes, Mr. Lancing?

Sir Thomas seems to be in

for a bout of fever.

I'm afraid we'll have to confine him

to his tent.

Post two of your best boys...

to see that he doesn't slip out

during his delirium.

I suppose, Austin,

there's a cad in every family.

Obviously you're ours.

I'm for bed.

I'm exhausted, too.

We need the men at dawn.

We're taking the little fellow at sunrise.

- They'll be ready.

- All right.

Good night.

What the deuce is the matter here?

Boy say white devil come back.

Boy say two devils.

Where's my gun?

- Tent.

- Idiot, I just looked there.

Someone was in my tent.

What's my camera doing there?

Look, the plate's been exposed.

Come on. It might've picked up something.

That boy saw the devil all right.

He's cleverer than you are, Austin.

He knew you wanted the boy

before you knew it yourself.

If he thinks we're beaten

as he's got the guns...

he'll find he's too clever for his own good.

Look.

Watch Sir Thomas.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Aren't you ready?

I believe you know we can't possibly start.

Why? Did something happen?

Stop, please.

You sent him here last night.

Tarzan was here?

Not a gun left. He stole every one of them.

Tarzan stole your guns?

He wanted to make sure

we'd be helpless...

when we came to ask you

to give up the boy.

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