The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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in the aperture. Neither
Meriem or Malbihn saw the newcomer. The latter's back was toward him
while his body hid the stranger from Meriem's eyes.

He crossed the tent quickly, stepping over Jenssen's body. The first
intimation Malbihn had that he was not to carry out his design without
further interruption was a heavy hand upon his shoulder. He wheeled to
face an utter stranger--a tall, black-haired, gray-eyed stranger clad
in khaki and pith helmet. Malbihn reached for his gun again, but
another hand had been quicker than his and he saw the weapon tossed to
the ground at the side of the tent--out of reach.

"What is the meaning of this?" the stranger addressed his question to
Meriem in a tongue she did not understand. She shook her head and
spoke in Arabic. Instantly the man changed his question to that
language.

"These men are taking me away from Korak," explained the girl. "This
one would have harmed me. The other, whom he had just killed, tried to
stop him. They were both very bad men; but this one is the worse. If
my Korak were here he would kill him. I suppose you are like them, so
you will not kill him."

The stranger smiled. "He deserves killing," he said. "There is no
doubt of that. Once I should have killed him; but not now. I will
see, though, that he does not bother you any more."

He was holding Malbihn in a grasp the giant Swede could not break,
though he struggled to do so, and he was holding him as easily as
Malbihn might have held a little child, yet Malbihn was a huge man,
mightily thewed. The Swede began to rage and curse. He struck at his
captor, only to be twisted about and held at arm's length. Then he
shouted to his boys to come and kill the stranger. In response a dozen
strange blacks entered the tent. They, too, were powerful,
clean-limbed men, not at all like the mangy crew that followed the
Swedes.

"We have had enough foolishness," said the stranger to Malbihn. "You
deserve death, but I am not the law. I know now who you are. I have
heard of you before. You and your friend here bear a most unsavory
reputation. We do not want you in our country. I shall let you go
this time; but should you ever return I shall take the law into

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