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doesn't one day take it in his head

to blackmail you...

what if some other party should get

up here and stumble over your secret?

It's confounded risky, but we got to face it.

But, darling, there needn't be any risk

if we bring the boy back with us.

Bring the boy with us?

Are you out of your mind?

Don't you see?

If we're his legal guardians...

won't we administer everything?

Of course that Tarzan brute will fight.

Perhaps she may listen to reason.

We'll surround the place in the morning,

then go in with guns.

Maybe we'll catch him asleep.

There's one thing

you both seemed to have overlooked.

At the guardianship proceedings...

I shall testify that your intentions

are not only unsympathetic...

to my grandnephew's best interests,

but hostile to them.

Downright dangerous.

- Is that quite final?

- Not quite.

I'm going to have a little chat with Tarzan.

Yes, Mr. Lancing?

Sir Thomas seems to be in

for a bout of fever.

I'm afraid we'll have to confine him

to his tent.

Post two of your best boys...

to see that he doesn't slip out

during his delirium.

I suppose, Austin,

there's a cad in every family.

Obviously you're ours.

I'm for bed.

I'm exhausted, too.

We need the men at dawn.

We're taking the little fellow at sunrise.

- They'll be ready.

- All right.

Good night.

What the deuce is the matter here?

Boy say white devil come back.

Boy say two devils.

Where's my gun?

- Tent.

- Idiot, I just looked there.

Someone was in my tent.

What's my camera doing there?

Look, the plate's been exposed.

Come on. It might've picked up something.

That boy saw the devil all right.

He's cleverer than you are, Austin.

He knew you wanted the boy

before you knew it yourself.

If he thinks we're beaten

as he's got the guns...

he'll find he's too clever for his own good.

Look.

Watch Sir Thomas.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Aren't you ready?

I believe you know we can't possibly start.

Why? Did something happen?

Stop, please.

You sent him here last night.

Tarzan was here?

Not a gun left. He stole every one of them.

Tarzan stole your guns?

He wanted to make sure

we'd be helpless...

when we came to ask you

to give up the boy.

Then he must have known all the time.

Perhaps now we can start

being honest with each other.

Where is Sir Thomas?

He's ill. He's got a touch of fever.

I'm sorry.

I think we need him badly just now.

My dear, I know your heart

must be breaking.

Why should it be?

When Tarzan and I

took Boy out of the jungle...

we gave him life as truly as though

we'd been his real parents.

He's ours.

Your legal rights can't touch us up here.

We aren't going to give him up.

My dear, I hope it isn't a question

of anybody's legal rights.

It's the boy's rights

we must all think of now.

Certainly. We're putting aside

our selfish interest in all this.

Do you want him to grow up

a jungle savage?

In England, he'll be educated to

the responsibilities of his great position.

You don't want to stand

in the little chap's way.

When he's old enough,

he can decide that for himself.

How can he decide

about something he's never seen?

Aren't you forgetting that every hour

out here, he's in dreadful danger.

Tarzan's here. He watches over us.

Can Tarzan guard against fever?

There isn't a hospital or a doctor

within 1,000 miles.

We'll love him just as you do.

And when he gets used to his new life,

we'll bring him here for a visit.

Let me think.

Go!

Give us our guns back and we will go.

He says he's thrown the guns

in Garuva Grotto.

Come.

Ropes will get us down.

No, under those falls

the water's 50 feet deep.

Nobody can get them now.

Tarzan will get them for you.

No.

Go!

No, Tarzan, these are Boy's people.

Tarzan father. Jane mother.

People want Boy.

Go!

You can't expect us to go

with nothing to defend us. It's murder.

Go!

That's Boy, and he's in trouble.

Look out!

Boy, darling, are you hurt?

- Is he all right?

- Just a few scratches and bruises.

- Sande, get that first-aid kit.

- Boy all right.

- Sande, get the safari boys.

- No, please wait.

Give me a little time.

Come on.

She seems to be convinced.

She may be. What about him?

Suppose we leave that to her

for the present.

Such a tired little boy.

And I don't wonder.

Good night.

They were right, you know.

Right?

We've got to let them take him.

If we love Boy...

we've got to let him go.

- Jane, stop!

- I won't stop. I've got to say this.

I know what it's like back there.

You have no way of imagining

the things that civilization can give him.

Things we never could give him here.

And he'll be safe, Tarzan. Safe.

Oh, darling.

Help me to give him up.

Sleep now.

Is there nothing I can say or do

that'll change your mind?

If I ask you to do it because you love me?

No. Boy stay.

Jane, sleep.

I've been thinking and thinking.

It would be like taking their lives

if we send them back without their guns.

- Give them back to them, Tarzan.

- People take Boy.

I've thought about that, too.

We'll go now while they're still asleep...

and in the morning,

when they find their guns...

you and I and Boy will be gone.

And they'll never find us,

and they'll go away.

- Boy stay here?

- Of course.

Give them their guns, Tarzan.

Tarzan get guns.

We'd better hurry.

It's almost dawn. The birds are awake.

Go.

Your knife.

Come.

Tarzan, I know you'll never forgive me,

but I'll be back for you.

Then, if you want to send me away, I'll go.

Good as new.

Lucky they were well-greased.

- Is he still down there?

- Just as she told us.

Not making any attempt to get out?

He doesn't seem to be moving at all.

Just the same, I wouldn't trust him.

Funny, I've seen trapped animals

take it just like that.

Sorry this was necessary.

Not at all.

I've been quite comfortable.

Understand, Uncle Tom.

Any heroics now

will put me in a very awkward position.

She's made the decision.

What more have I to say?

Why, hello, Boy.

We appreciate that this is

very difficult for you.

- Can we start now?

- Yes.

- Get the boys ready, Sande.

- All right.

Mother, where are we going?

Mr. And Mrs. Lancing are going

to take you on a lovely long trip.

Won't that be fun?

But where's Tarzan?

He'll be coming soon.

There's Sir Thomas.

Looking very well, too.

Quite well, thank you,

under the circumstances.

You will look after the boy, won't you?

I couldn't let him go

under any other circumstances.

Send him home, darling.

All right, Sande, we're starting. Look alive.

The route seems plain enough.

It branches further on.

Don't turn. You don't know I'm here.

My poor girl, you've done a mad thing.

Boy's in the worst possible hands.

Be careful, for heaven's sake.

They're watching.

My nephew and his wife

only want Boy's fortune.

There's nothing now they'll stop at.

Tarzan has to be set free.

I'm going to make a run for it.

They're watching every move you make.

I'll try to drop back.

All right.

Stop where you are.

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