Jungle Tales of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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did not quite understand. The
pieces were bright and shiny. It amused him to arrange them in various
figures upon the table. Hundreds of times had he played thus. Today,
while so engaged, he dropped a lovely yellow piece--an English
sovereign--which rolled beneath the bed where lay all that was mortal
of the once beautiful Lady Alice.

True to form, Tarzan at once dropped to his hands and knees and
searched beneath the bed for the lost gold piece. Strange as it might
appear, he had never before looked beneath the bed. He found the gold
piece, and something else he found, too--a small wooden box with a
loose cover. Bringing them both out he returned the sovereign to its
bag and the bag to its shelf within the cupboard; then he investigated
the box. It contained a quantity of cylindrical bits of metal,
cone-shaped at one end and flat at the other, with a projecting rim.
They were all quite green and dull, coated with years of verdigris.

Tarzan removed a handful of them from the box and examined them. He
rubbed one upon another and discovered that the green came off, leaving
a shiny surface for two-thirds of their length and a dull gray over the
cone-shaped end. Finding a bit of wood he rubbed one of the cylinders
rapidly and was rewarded by a lustrous sheen which pleased him.

At his side hung a pocket pouch taken from the body of one of the
numerous black warriors he had slain. Into this pouch he put a handful
of the new playthings, thinking to polish them at his leisure; then he
replaced the box beneath the bed, and finding nothing more to amuse
him, left the cabin and started back in the direction of the tribe.

Shortly before he reached them he heard a great commotion ahead of
him--the loud screams of shes and balus, the savage, angry barking and
growling of the great bulls. Instantly he increased his speed, for the
"Kreeg-ahs" that came to his ears warned him that something was amiss
with his fellows.

While Tarzan had been occupied with his own devices in the cabin of his
dead sire, Taug, Teeka's mighty mate, had been hunting a mile to the
north of the tribe. At last, his belly filled, he had turned lazily
back toward the clearing where he had last seen the tribe and presently
commenced passing its members scattered alone or in twos or threes.
Nowhere did he see Teeka or Gazan, and soon

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