Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar(泰山)

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Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar

Tarzan and the Jewels of

Opar

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar

Belgian and Arab

Lieutenant Albert Werper had only the prestige of the name he had

dishonored to thank for his narrow escape from being cashiered. At first

he had been humbly thankful, too, that they had sent him to this

Godforsaken Congo post instead of court-martialing him, as he had so

justly deserved; but now six months of the monotony, the frightful

isolation and the loneliness had wrought a change. The young man

brooded continually over his fate. His days were filled with morbid self-

pity, which eventually engendered in his weak and vacillating mind a

hatred for those who had sent him here-- for the very men he had at first

inwardly thanked for saving him from the ignominy of degradation. He

regretted the gay life of Brussels as he never had regretted the sins which

had snatched him from that gayest of capitals, and as the days passed he

came to center his resentment upon the representative in Congo land of the

authority which had exiled him--his captain and immediate superior.

This officer was a cold, taciturn man, inspiring little love in those

directly beneath him, yet respected and feared by the black soldiers of his

little command.

Werper was accustomed to sit for hours glaring at his superior as the

two sat upon the veranda of their common quarters, smoking their evening

cigarets in a silence which neither seemed desirous of breaking. The

senseless hatred of the lieutenant grew at last into a form of mania. The

captain's natural taciturnity he distorted into a studied attempt to insult him

because of his past shortcomings. He imagined that his superior held

him in contempt, and so he chafed and fumed inwardly until one evening

his madness became suddenly homicidal. He fingered the butt of the

revolver at his hip, his eyes narrowed and his brows contracted. At last

he spoke.

"You have insulted me for the last time!" he cried, springing to his feet.

"I am an officer and a gentleman, and I shall put up with it no longer

without an accounting from you, you pig."

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The captain, an expression of surprise upon his features, turned toward

his junior. He had seen men before with the jungle madness upon them--

the madness of solitude and unrestrained brooding, and perhaps a touch of

fever.

He rose and extended his hand to lay it upon the other's shoulder.

Quiet words of counsel were upon his lips; but they were never spoken.

Werper construed his superior's action into an attempt to close with him.

His revolver was on a level with the captain's heart, and the latter had

taken but a step when Werper pulled the trigger. Without a moan the man

sank to the rough planking of the veranda, and as he fell the mists that had

clouded Werper's brain lifted, so that he saw himself and the deed that he

had done in the same light that those who must judge him would see them.

He heard excited exclamations from the quarters of the soldiers and he

heard men running in his direction. They would seize him, and if they

didn't kill him they would take him down the Congo to a point where a

properly ordered military tribunal would do so just as effectively, though

in a more regular manner.

Werper had no desire to die. Never before had he so yearned for life

as in this moment that he had so effectively forfeited his right to live.

The men were nearing him. What was he to do? He glanced about as

though searching for the tangible form of a legitimate excuse for his crime;

but he could find only the body of the man he had so causelessly shot

down.

In despair, he turned and fled from the oncoming soldiery. Across the

compound he ran, his revolver still clutched tightly in his hand. At the

gates a sentry halted him. Werper did not pause to parley or to exert the

influence of his commission--he merely raised his weapon and shot down

the innocent black. A moment later the fugitive had torn open the gates

and vanished into the blackness of the jungle, but not before he had

transferred the rifle and ammunition belts of the dead sentry to his own

person.

All that night Werper fled farther and farther into the heart of the

wilderness. Now and again the voice of a lion brought him to a listening

halt; but with cocked and ready rifle he pushed ahead again, more fearful

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of the human huntsmen in his rear than of the wild carnivora ahead.

Dawn came at last, but still the man plodded on. All sense of hunger

and fatigue were lost in the terrors of contemplated capture. He could

think only of escape. He dared not pause to rest or eat until there was no

further danger from pursuit, and so he staggered on until at last he fell and

could rise no more. How long he had fled he did not know, or try to

know. When he could flee no longer the knowledge that he had reached

his limit was hidden from him in the unconsciousness of utter exhaustion.

And thus it was that Achmet Zek, the Arab, found him. Achmet's

followers were for running a spear through the body of their hereditary

enemy; but Achmet would have it otherwise. First he would question the

Belgian. It were easier to question a man first and kill him afterward, than

kill him first and then question him.

So he had Lieutenant Albert Werper carried to his own tent, and there

slaves administered wine and food in small quantities until at last the

prisoner regained consciousness. As he opened his eyes he saw the faces

of strange black men about him, and just outside the tent the figure of an

Arab. Nowhere was the uniform of his soldiers to be seen.

The Arab turned and seeing the open eyes of the prisoner upon him,

entered the tent.

"I am Achmet Zek," he announced. "Who are you, and what were

you doing in my country? Where are your soldiers?"

Achmet Zek! Werper's eyes went wide, and his heart sank. He was

in the clutches of the most notorious of cut-throats--a hater of all

Europeans, especially those who wore the uniform of Belgium. For

years the military forces of Belgian Congo had waged a fruitless war upon

this man and his followers--a war in which quarter had never been asked

nor expected by either side.

But presently in the very hatred of the man for Belgians, Werper saw a

faint ray of hope for himself. He, too, was an outcast and an outlaw. So

far, at least, they possessed a common interest, and Werper decided to play

upon it for all that it might yield.

"I have heard of you," he replied, "and was searching for you. My

people have turned against me. I hate them. Even now their soldiers

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are searching for me, to kill me. I knew that you would protect me from

them, for you, too, hate them. In return I will take service with you. I

am a trained soldier. I can fight, and your enemies are my enemies."

Achmet Zek eyed the European in silence. In his mind he revolved

many thoughts, chief among which was that the unbeliever lied. Of

course there was the chance that he did not lie, and if he told the truth then

his proposition was one well worthy of consideration, since fighting men

were never over plentiful--especially white men with the training and

knowledge of military matters that a European officer must possess.

Achmet Zek scowled and Werper's heart sank; but Werper did not

know Achmet Zek, who was quite apt to scowl where another would smile,

and smile where another would scowl.

"And if you have lied to me," said Achmet Zek, "I will kill you at any

time. What return, other than your life, do you expect for your services?"

"My keep only, at first," replied Werper. "Later, if I am worth more,

we can easily reach an understanding." Werper's only desire at the moment

was to preserve his life. And so the agreement was reached and

Lieutenant Albert Werper became a member of the ivory and slave raiding

band of the notorious Achmet Zek.

For months the renegade Belgian rode with the savage raider. He

fought with a savage abandon, and a vicious cruelty fully equal to that of

his fellow desperadoes. Achmet Zek watched his recruit with eagle eye,

and with a growing satisfaction which finally found expression in a greater

confidence in the man, and resulted in an increased independence of action

for Werper.

Achmet Zek took the Belgian into his confidence to a great extent, and

at last unfolded to him a pet scheme which the Arab had long fostered, but

which he never had found an opportunity to effect. With the aid of a

European, however, the thing might be easily accomplished. He sounded

Werper.

"You have heard of the man men call Tarzan?" he asked.

Werper nodded. "I have heard of him; but I do not know him."

"But for him we might carry on our 'trading' in safety and with great

profit," continued the Arab. "For years he has fought us, driving us from

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the richest part of the country, harassing us, and arming the natives that

they may repel us when we come to 'trade.' He is very rich. If we could

find some way to make him pay us many pieces of gold we should not

only be avenged upon him; but repaid for much that he has prevented us

from winning from the natives under his protection."

Werper withdrew a cigaret from a jeweled case and lighted it.

"And you have a plan to make him pay?" he asked.

"He has a wife," replied Achmet Zek, "whom men say is very beautiful.

She would bring a great price farther north, if we found it too difficult to

collect ransom money from this Tarzan."

Werper bent his head in thought. Achmet Zek stood awaiting his

reply. What good remained in Albert Werper revolted at the thought of

selling a white woman into the slavery and degradation of a Moslem

harem. He looked up at Achmet Zek. He saw the Arab's eyes narrow, and

he guessed that the other had sensed his antagonism to the plan. What

would it mean to Werper to refuse? His life lay in the hands of this semi-

barbarian, who esteemed the life of an unbeliever less highly than that of

a dog. Werper loved life. What was this woman to him, anyway? She

was a European, doubtless, a member of organized society. He was an

outcast. The hand of every white man was against him. She was his

natural enemy, and if he refused to lend himself to her undoing, Achmet

Zek would have him killed.

"You hesitate," murmured the Arab.

"I was but weighing the chances of success," lied Werper, "and my

reward. As a European I can gain admittance to their home and table.

You have no other with you who could do so much. The risk will be

great. I should be well paid, Achmet Zek."

A smile of relief passed over the raider's face.

"Well said, Werper," and Achmet Zek slapped his lieutenant upon the

shoulder. "You should be well paid and you shall. Now let us sit

together and plan how best the thing may be done," and the two men

squatted upon a soft rug beneath the faded silks of Achmet's once

gorgeous tent, and talked together in low voices well into the night. Both

were tall and bearded, and the exposure to sun and wind had given an

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almost Arab hue to the European's complexion. In every detail of dress,

too, he copied the fashions of his chief, so that outwardly he was as much

an Arab as the other. It was late when he arose and retired to his own tent.

The following day Werper spent in overhauling his Belgian uniform,

removing from it every vestige of evidence that might indicate its military

purposes. From a heterogeneous collection of loot, Achmet Zek procured a

pith helmet and a European saddle, and from his black slaves and

followers a party of porters, askaris and tent boys to make up a modest

safari for a big game hunter. At the head of this party Werper set out

from camp.

Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar

On the Road To Opar

It was two weeks later that John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, riding in

from a tour of inspection of his vast African estate, glimpsed the head of a

column of men crossing the plain that lay between his bungalow and the

forest to the north and west.

He reined in his horse and watched the little party as it emerged from a

concealing swale. His keen eyes caught the reflection of the sun upon

the white helmet of a mounted man, and with the conviction that a

wandering European hunter was seeking his hospitality, he wheeled his

mount and rode slowly forward to meet the newcomer.

A half hour later he was mounting the steps leading to the veranda of

his bungalow, and introducing M. Jules Frecoult to Lady Greystoke.

"I was completely lost," M. Frecoult was explaining. "My head man

had never before been in this part of the country and the guides who were

to have accompanied me from the last village we passed knew even less of

the country than we. They finally deserted us two days since. I am

very fortunate indeed to have stumbled so providentially upon succor. I

do not know what I should have done, had I not found you."

It was decided that Frecoult and his party should remain several days,

or until they were thoroughly rested, when Lord Greystoke would furnish

guides to lead them safely back into country with which Frecoult's head

man was supposedly familiar.

In his guise of a French gentleman of leisure, Werper found little

difficulty in deceiving his host and in ingratiating himself with both

Tarzan and Jane Clayton; but the longer he remained the less hopeful he

became of an easy accomplishment of his designs.

Lady Greystoke never rode alone at any great distance from the

bungalow, and the savage loyalty of the ferocious Waziri warriors who

formed a great part of Tarzan's followers seemed to preclude the

possibility of a successful attempt at forcible abduction, or of the bribery

of the Waziri themselves.

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A week passed, and Werper was no nearer the fulfillment of his plan,

in so far as he could judge, than upon the day of his arrival, but at that

very moment something occurred which gave him renewed hope and set

his mind upon an even greater reward than a woman's ransom.

A runner had arrived at the bungalow with the weekly mail, and Lord

Greystoke had spent the afternoon in his study reading and answering

letters. At dinner he seemed distraught, and early in the evening he

excused himself and retired, Lady Greystoke following him very soon

after. Werper, sitting upon the veranda, could hear their voices in earnest

discussion, and having realized that something of unusual moment was

afoot, he quietly rose from his chair, and keeping well in the shadow of the

shrubbery growing profusely about the bungalow, made his silent way to a

point beneath the window of the room in which his host and hostess slept.

Here he listened, and not without result, for almost the first words he

overheard filled him with excitement. Lady Greystoke was speaking as

Werper came within hearing.

"I always feared for the stability of the company," she was saying; "but

it seems incredible that they should have failed for so enormous a sum--

unless there has been some dishonest manipulation."

"That is what I suspect," replied Tarzan; "but whatever the cause, the

fact remains that I have lost everything, and there is nothing for it but to

return to Opar and get more."

"Oh, John," cried Lady Greystoke, and Werper could feel the shudder

through her voice, "is there no other way? I cannot bear to think of you

returning to that frightful city. I would rather live in poverty always than

to have you risk the hideous dangers of Opar."

"You need have no fear," replied Tarzan, laughing. "I am pretty well

able to take care of myself, and were I not, the Waziri who will

accompany me will see that no harm befalls me."

"They ran away from Opar once, and left you to your fate," she

reminded him.

"They will not do it again," he answered. "They were very much

ashamed of themselves, and were coming back when I met them."

"But there must be some other way," insisted the woman.

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"There is no other way half so easy to obtain another fortune, as to go

to the treasure vaults of Opar and bring it away," he replied. "I shall be

very careful, Jane, and the chances are that the inhabitants of Opar will

never know that I have been there again and despoiled them of another

portion of the treasure, the very existence of which they are as ignorant of

as they would be of its value."

The finality in his tone seemed to assure Lady Greystoke that further

argument was futile, and so she abandoned the subject.

Werper remained, listening, for a short time, and then, confident that

he had overheard all that was necessary and fearing discovery, returned to

the veranda, where he smoked numerous cigarets in rapid succession

before retiring.

The following morning at breakfast, Werper announced his intention

of making an early departure, and asked Tarzan's permission to hunt big

game in the Waziri country on his way out--permission which Lord

Greystoke readily granted.

The Belgian consumed two days in completing his preparations, but

finally got away with his safari, accompanied by a single Waziri guide

whom Lord Greystoke had loaned him. The party made but a single

short march when Werper simulated illness, and announced his intention

of remaining where he was until he had fully recovered. As they had

gone but a short distance from the Greystoke bungalow, Werper dismissed

the Waziri guide, telling the warrior that he would send for him when he

was able to proceed. The Waziri gone, the Belgian summoned one of

Achmet Zek's trusted blacks to his tent, and dispatched him to watch for

the departure of Tarzan, returning immediately to advise Werper of the

event and the direction taken by the Englishman.

The Belgian did not have long to wait, for the following day his

emissary returned with word that Tarzan and a party of fifty Waziri

warriors had set out toward the southeast early in the morning.

Werper called his head man to him, after writing a long letter to

Achmet Zek. This letter he handed to the head man.

"Send a runner at once to Achmet Zek with this," he instructed the

head man. "Remain here in camp awaiting further instructions from him

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