Gold Coast Robbery

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.

Transcribe from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burrows. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of gold coast robbery. Nungal had been running for days. His great Evan body was bathed with sweat. His legs ached and his breath came in great tearing sounds. But he could not rest

even for almost terror drove him on and only the hope that Tarzan was in his seacoast cabin gave him the courage to go on. And now at last he had reached the cabin's clearing. He was near exhaustion but fear provided the strength with which to summon the lord of the jungle. Nungal, come in here. Let me help you.

Don't save no-go from police the police Yeah catch your breath. No, no and tell me what this is all about that much time They close behind here sit down This one here Now then Police coming to village of Nungo's people Arrest six to eight warriors of China try arrest Nungo Nungo run And, Jate.

What crime are you and the others accused of? Not tell us. Just come into village with thundersticks. Take warriors from him. It's police. Tarzan saved Nungo. Good evening. Who are you? What do you want?

I am Abdul El Kefin. And this has been, has it, my deputy. We represent the police. And we track the native here. Who are you? I am Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. Ah, the great protector of his black brothers.