Arab Vengeance

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribed from the immortal panobed gurice burrows. Tarzan, the bronze white sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of Arab vengeance. Although the boars who are of Dutch ancestry have done much to develop Africa, the flag of Holland has never flown over any large segment of the dark continent.

Today, Africa is divided into many states, ruled by the British, the French, the Belgians, the Spanish, the Egyptians. And only in the tiny province of Grütendall does a Dutch magistrate sit in judgment of the people.

It was in the Grudendall courtroom that Tarzan had just completed his testimony concerning a minor dispute between two natives. Usually, when Tarzan had completed such a duty, he rushed from a courtroom, anxious to return to his jungle home.

But now he remained, fascinated by the principles in the next case. Johann. Yes, Tarzan. That angry Arab, the one advancing toward the bench, isn't his chicab below me like here? Yes, the one who is known as the Teilab, the desert.

What brings him to Grudendall? I don't know, but our three police officers dragged him into court. He was involved in some sort of a dispute in the Arab court of the town. That little girl, what is her connection with the case?

I don't know, but she looks scared to death. That's what I was thinking. The Muslim veil that covers the lower portion of her face does not conceal her terror. We have a great problem with Arabs here. There is an Dutch rule.