Tarzan and the jewels of opar by edgar rice burroughs

Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
By Edgar Rice Burroughs


1 Belgian and Arab
2 On the Road to Opar
3 The Call of the Jungle
4 Prophecy and Fulfillment
5 The Altar of the Flaming God
6 The Arab Raid
7 The Jewel-Room of Opar
8 The Escape from Opar
9 The Theft of the Jewels
10 Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels
11 Tarzan Becomes a Beast Again
12 La Seeks Vengeance
13 Condemned to Torture and Death
14 A Priestess But Yet a Woman
15 The Flight of Werper
16 Tarzan Again Leads the Mangani
17 The Deadly Peril of Jane Clayton
18 The Fight For the Treasure
19 Jane Clayton and The Beasts of the Jungle
20 Jane Clayton Again a Prisoner
21 The Flight to the Jungle
22 Tarzan Recovers His Reason
23 A Night of Terror
24 Home

Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
By Edgar Rice Burroughs


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.”

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.

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