Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs for August 10, 2019

Sam is going to regret not fleeing when he had a chance, isn’t he?

This guy realizes that he’s going to have to share his gold? Talk about trickle down economics.

Three, perhaps five, angry persons, doesn’t constitute a mob, but still represents a threat worthy of at least some attention.

And yet, Tarzan’s attention is on the distance-blurred face (“mocking” though it be) framed in the archway of the guy he’d seen briefly some months before.

Priorities, man, or you’ll never get to enjoy that friendship you established moments before.

Most of the women in this place look western rather than African or Arabian. They must be watching imported American movies.

Thanks for the shoulder rub Lady, now to take care of business.

Only five? I hope they packed a lunch, ’cuz taking on the apeman is an all day job…

“Five? Aw, c’mon guys, at least make it challenging…”

I’m not sure what’s going on with that not-bra thing(s) she wears, but if she stands up and turns around and tosses it into the crowd, I believe they will lose interest in Tarzan.

Damn, those scraping wire bras must cause a lot of pain, but that’s nothing compared to the pain Tarzan is about to inflict on those swarthy, greasy arabs! Meanwhile Sam says, “Feets lets move!”.

‘no, mademoiselle. they are in danger.’

It’s a good thing Tarzan brought his fanny pack.