The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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you are a liar."

The attention of those near by had now been attracted by the
altercation, and the sneering laughs that followed this torrent of
invective easily indicated the trend of the sympathies of the majority
of the audience.

Tarzan did not like being laughed at, neither did he relish the terms
applied to him by the Arab, but he showed no sign of anger as he arose
from his seat upon the bench. A half smile played about his lips, but
of a sudden a mighty fist shot into the face of the scowling Arab, and
back of it were the terrible muscles of the ape-man.

At the instant that the man fell a half dozen fierce plainsmen sprang
into the room from where they had apparently been waiting for their cue
in the street before the cafe. With cries of "Kill the unbeliever!"
and "Down with the dog of a Christian!" they made straight for Tarzan.
A number of the younger Arabs in the audience sprang to their feet to
join in the assault upon the unarmed white man. Tarzan and Abdul were
rushed back toward the end of the room by the very force of numbers
opposing them. The young Arab remained loyal to his master, and with
drawn knife fought at his side.

With tremendous blows the ape-man felled all who came within reach of
his powerful hands. He fought quietly and without a word, upon his
lips the same half smile they had worn as he rose to strike down the
man who had insulted him. It seemed impossible that either he or Abdul
could survive the sea of wicked-looking swords and knives that
surrounded them, but the very numbers of their assailants proved the
best bulwark of their safety. So closely packed was the howling,
cursing mob that no weapon could be wielded to advantage, and none of
the Arabs dared use a firearm for fear of wounding one of his
compatriots.

Finally Tarzan succeeded in seizing one of the most persistent of his
attackers. With a quick wrench he disarmed the fellow, and then,
holding him before them as a shield, he backed slowly beside Abdul
toward the little door which led into the inner courtyard. At the
threshold he paused for an instant, and, lifting the struggling Arab
above his head, hurled him, as though from a catapult, full in the
faces of his on-pressing fellows.

Then Tarzan and Abdul stepped into the semidarkness of the court. The
frightened Ouled-Nails were crouching at the tops of the stairs

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