Tarzan Escapes Page #2

and box it to go.

- Don't stand there like a...

- Fool?

- Right. Get going.

- Yes, sir.

Look at those.

I say, aren't they

awful-looking creatures?

- We land here, Bomba.

- Yes, bwana.

Well, that's what I meant.

- Bomba, those four top boxes. Look alive.

- Yes, bwana.

But, Captain Fry, this place is a bog.

I'm sorry. I didn't choose it myself.

Get ashore, please.

Come along, Rita.

- Not that way, Miss Parker.

- Well, why not?

Ever chuck a stick into a hornets' nest?

That's our route.

The swamp will cover our tracks and it's

the right direction, as far as I can judge.

Well, you'll get through all right,

Miss Parker.

Pretty squashy going.

Oh, well, I like paddling.

Eric, look.

Wouldn't shoot if I were you. They won't

bother us if we don't bother them.

There's no sense in advertising

our presence.

If it's all the same to you, Mr. Parker,

I'd like to keep it a secret.

- Look at them all. Isn't it amazing?

- This is certainly a hunter's paradise.

You haven't seen anything yet.

Oh, look at that lot!

They're handy little things

to have about the house.

And all of those.

Oh, aren't they grand?

Captain Fry.

There's your Mutia Escarpment,

Mr. Parker.

All right, push them along, Bomba.

Stir them up with that kaibok.

Captain Fry!

Juju, bwana.

Oh, why not take a tip from their natural

instincts, sir, and let the whole thing go.

- I mean, this is Gaboni country.

- Right.

Till I think of a way to push these boys,

it looks like we'll stay here.

We camp here, Bomba. No tents.

Send one of the boys for water.

Why, you little...

What is it?

You pretty creature.

Thank you so much.

I'm sorry I was such a nuisance.

Well, I'd rather not have to do any more

shooting while we're around here.

- Water yet?

- Water not yet, bwana.

Send another boy.

Gabonis. Get the men ready to move.

Still clear on the juju side.

We'll cross the river and make a run for it.

Get them together, Bomba.

Hey, we won't leave that. Quickly!

- What was it? An animal?

- Whatever it was, we should be grateful.

Grateful to the Gabonis too, I suppose,

what's left of us.

We've got no choice now.

Get the men started, Bomba.

We're going up.

Men say no go, bwana. Men say juju.

All right, let them stay.

See how they like the Gabonis.

That was a close thing.

Blinking close.

Blimey. I wouldn't climb another step,

not even to get up to heaven.

Maybe you're nearer than you think.

We camp here, Bomba. Tents.

We're not gonna make

permanent camp here, are we?

The escarpment's a bit too big

to comb end to end...

...for your cousin

and her white ape friend.

So we shall have to devise some means

to get them to come and visit us.

How on earth are we going to do that?

That's a matter to which I've given

considerable thought.

I'll figure it out.

Supposing he does come and try

and set his friends free...

...isn't he liable to be a bit

unpleasant?

That's a question I shall better

be able to answer by tomorrow morning.

- What do you say, Rawlins?

- I never spoke, sir.

I think we better turn in

and give our little plan a chance.

- Yes. Good night, Captain Fry.

- Good night.

I'll just have a last look around

with Rawlins.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Night, Rita.

- Good night.

- Is it ready?

- Ready as butter, sir.

If it's not sprung tonight,

take it down by sunrise.

Yes, sir.

Governor? It was a very good idea,

bringing in this cage.

All he has to do is to step in here

to free this ape...

...the trap will spring and we have him.

- Rawlins, you're a genius.

Yes, sir.

- Captain Fry, do you hear what I heard?

- What did you hear?

Sounded like the cry we heard

below the escarpment.

Don't you think what you both need most

is a good night's sleep?

I shall have a gun tonight.

I don't want shooting.

I want to take him alive.

All right, my lad. Go on, laugh. You'll be

laughing the other side of your face soon.

You're just bait.

That's what you are, bait.

Rawlins, catch it.

Well, that seems to work all right.

Of course, sir, you'll post sentries

around here in every direction.

What, and scare him off? No. Bomba will

watch at the north. You do the same here.

- By the trap?

- Yes. And if he comes...

...I don't want you to move

or make a sound unless anything happens.

- Anything happens?

- In which case, send for me quietly.

You took the words right out

of my mouth, sir.

- You can hide in the brush down here.

- All right, sir.

I suppose I'll be quite comfortable.

Captain, there are times

when I sort of get a creepy feeling...

...that he knows all about us.

- Maybe he does, Rawlins.

- Yeah...

- Good night, Rawlins.

- Goodbye, sir.

Cheetah.

Cheetah.

- Captain Fry!

- Rita, what is it?

- He was here. I saw him.

- Which way?

There, I think.

- What's happened?

- He's been here. Bomba! Bomba!

Where's that fool?

These lashings have been cut.

Rawlins! Where's that idiot?

- What the deuce are you doing there?

- Oh, Captain Fry...

...I've had a horrible, horrible experience.

That huge monster attacked me

and after a fierce struggle...

...he hurled me to the ground

and stamped on me.

Next time I opened my eyes, he'd turned

himself into a horrible, hairy ape.

Did he spring the trap?

No, sir. That was a precaution

of my own, sir.

Bomba, get the boys

and round up animals!

Tarzan.

Jane.

Tarzan, let go. I'm not awake yet.

What will the neighbors think?

- Hurt?

- I'm glad you woke me.

- I was having a nightmare. I was afraid.

- Afraid?

I dreamt I was back in London

in a horrible, rushing taxi.

The radio was going

and I was on my way...

...to play bridge

with my three maiden aunts.

Thank you for being such a horrible,

kidnapping monster and keeping me here.

Jane.

Oh, just a moment.

Before you start any more

of your usual blarney...

...where were you last night?

- Swim.

- Nope.

No, we won't swim.

And don't try to change the subject.

You didn't get in this morning until all

hours. And you were carrying your shoes.

- Swim, swim, swim.

- No.

Cheetah.

- Where did this come from, Tarzan?

- Swim.

Tarzan, please. I've got to know.

- People.

- Yes, I know. But white people? Where?

- Swim now.

- Tarzan, I've got to see them.

- No.

- Please.

No.

Please, Tarzan.

Stay.

Stay.

Oh, what a hideous monster it was, this.

It's a wonder to me that all the hair on

our heads didn't go white during the night.

As far as his looks,

I thought he was rather sweet.

Sweet, Miss Rita?

Did you get a good look at him?

He was looking at me.

Mind you now, miss. If he'd have

fought fair, I'd have had him.

Oh, yes, I'd have had him. But there

I was, with just my two hands to his four.

He had a big, heavy club

in each of them.

And there he come, howling at me

and waving them just like...

In dealing with animals, Eric,

there's one thing to always remember.

We're their superiors for two reasons.

One's self-control and the other a gun.

Well, what's the matter with you?

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