Quicksands of Wadi Hara

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.

Fanscribe from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burrows. Tarzan, the bronze, white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of quick sands of Waddahara. By afternoon, the SS pride of Africa would docket Tunis, and so far the crossing had been without incident.

But now the portly distinguished-looking gentleman who stood in the passageway outside of the Royal Suite was worried. It was almost noon, and there had been no word from her highness. It wasn't like her to sleep late the very day of her arrival in Africa, and she'd been acting very strangely.

He made another trip to the ship's bar, and then he returned and stood in the passageway once again. Finally, his irritation got the best of him. Your Highness? I hate to trouble you, but I've been a bit worried.

Your Highness? Is something wrong? If something's happened to that girl, I'll never forgive myself. Oh, but this is fantastic. All I do is a gone too. All I trace of it anywhere. This is terrible.

I beg your pardon, sir. I'll never mind that. Where do I find the captain? I'd be glad to take it to him, sir. I'm the person. The person? Oh, maybe it's you I should speak to.

I want to report a passenger missing. This thing, sir? Her ship will have to be searched from stem to stern, and if she isn't found aboard, you will have to turn back. But the whole thing is behind the quietly, absolutely no publicity.