The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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surprised to find the future Lord Greystoke fully dressed for
the street and about to crawl from his open bed room window.

Mr. Moore made a rapid spring across the apartment; but the waste of
energy was unnecessary, for when the boy heard him within the chamber
and realized that he had been discovered he turned back as though to
relinquish his planned adventure.

"Where were you going?" panted the excited Mr. Moore.

"I am going to see Ajax," replied the boy, quietly.

"I am astonished," cried Mr. Moore; but a moment later he was
infinitely more astonished, for the boy, approaching close to him,
suddenly seized him about the waist, lifted him from his feet and threw
him face downward upon the bed, shoving his face deep into a soft
pillow.

"Be quiet," admonished the victor, "or I'll choke you."

Mr. Moore struggled; but his efforts were in vain. Whatever else
Tarzan of the Apes may or may not have handed down to his son he had at
least bequeathed him almost as marvelous a physique as he himself had
possessed at the same age. The tutor was as putty in the boy's hands.
Kneeling upon him, Jack tore strips from a sheet and bound the man's
hands behind his back. Then he rolled him over and stuffed a gag of the
same material between his teeth, securing it with a strip wound about
the back of his victim's head. All the while he talked in a low,
conversational tone.

"I am Waja, chief of the Waji," he explained, "and you are Mohammed
Dubn, the Arab sheik, who would murder my people and steal my ivory,"
and he dexterously trussed Mr. Moore's hobbled ankles up behind to meet
his hobbled wrists. "Ah--ha! Villain! I have you in me power at
last. I go; but I shall return!" And the son of Tarzan skipped across
the room, slipped through the open window, and slid to liberty by way
of the down spout from an eaves trough.

Mr. Moore wriggled and struggled about the bed. He was sure that he
should suffocate unless aid came quickly. In his frenzy of terror he
managed to roll off the bed. The pain and shock of the fall jolted him
back to something like sane consideration of his plight. Where before
he had been unable to think intelligently because of the hysterical
fear that had claimed him he now lay quietly searching for some means
of escape from his dilemma. It finally occurred to him that the

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