Captives Of Al-Ton-Tome

Tarzan and the dam and the basher. A tornado wrecks the Gregory camp. During the storm, the native bearers desert,

taking most of the supplies with them. Larsen also vanishes during the Tempest and wolf volunteers to search for him. The German, however, hastens back along the trail to talk with Atan Tom to whose camp the deserting blacks have attacked themselves. Wounded, Larson returns to tell Tarzan of his capture and subsequent escape from the bearers. Shortly after Larson's return, Wolf stalks into camp and the little

hoop prepares to settle down for the night. At the distant sound of war drums, Tarzan leaps to feet, the throbbing, maddening rhythm of the drums rises higher and higher, suddenly from all sides of the clearing, a screaming heart of crazed blacks charges furiously.

Oh no! You may have almost cycled! Helen, mama, get inside! Kneel down, reload the rifles! When you attack them! Never mind me! Look at the brakes, it's beer! Leave low! Do not race, they shot!

Hey, you're a young man! Keep shooting! I'll stay close together, I'm going into the threes! Carzan races across the carrying to the nearest creek! As he passes through, a paper drops from his leopard skin, and falls at the German's feet.

Wolf picks it up, early glances at him. Sinister's smile of gratification momentary lights his face. He pockets paper and steps out in advance of the others. Yes, Father! These natives, our own boys. That man leading them is L'Ouau's house.

I'll take care of him. Look at that crazy touch, one walking out there alone for those people. Come back here, all over him. That's right. Look at him. He's calculating. You'll never mind him. Just that much more work process.