Adventure on the Road to Timbuktu

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 pen of Edgar I.S. Burroughs.

Tarzan, the bronzed white sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of adventure on the road to Timbuktu. In other cities of the world, the sight of a bronze, white savage, claddling a leopard skin might have been expected to attract attention, but not in Tarrach.

For as Tarzan walked down the principal street, he was surrounded by half-legged tribesmen wearing all sorts of outlandish costumes. But he was attracting attention. From shadow doorways he was watched most intently, and all of those who watched him bore the tattooed symbol of the gold zebra upon their gleaming black forads.

aware of the piercing eyes that followed his passage. Tarzan approached the Bazaar Hotel Internationale, passed through its ornate teakwood entrance. Good morning, good health to you, one. Thank you. Have you a Mr. Keith Roberts registered here? Most certainly. Mr. Keith Roberts in room 302. Perhaps it would be better to send a message up first. But you are expected, Tarzan.

expected. You're mistaken. Mr. Keith Roberts and I have never even met and he couldn't possibly have known that I'd arrive this morning. He seemed to know, Tarzan. Well, until a few days ago, I wasn't even aware that anyone called Keith Roberts knew my name.

And how do you happen to know it, by the way? Your reputation is well known in Tarrack Boana. It is you who are mistaken concerning advanced knowledge of your coming. Mr. Keith Robert said you were to come right up upon your arrival. He sent down word nearly, nearly hour ago.