The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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gave, and
turned in terrified rout. Into their ranks, upon their backs, sinking
strong fangs into the muscles of their necks sprang the baboons and
first among them, most ferocious, most blood-thirsty, most terrible was
Korak, The Killer.

At the village gates, through which the blacks poured in panic, Korak
left them to the tender mercies of his allies and turned himself
eagerly toward the hut in which Meriem had been a prisoner. It was
empty. One after another the filthy interiors revealed the same
disheartening fact--Meriem was in none of them. That she had not been
taken by the blacks in their flight from the village Korak knew for he
had watched carefully for a glimpse of her among the fugitives.

To the mind of the ape-man, knowing as he did the proclivities of the
savages, there was but a single explanation--Meriem had been killed and
eaten. With the conviction that Meriem was dead there surged through
Korak's brain a wave of blood red rage against those he believed to be
her murderer. In the distance he could hear the snarling of the
baboons mixed with the screams of their victims, and towards this he
made his way. When he came upon them the baboons had commenced to tire
of the sport of battle, and the blacks in a little knot were making a
new stand, using their knob sticks effectively upon the few bulls who
still persisted in attacking them.

Among these broke Korak from the branches of a tree above them--swift,
relentless, terrible, he hurled himself upon the savage warriors of
Kovudoo. Blind fury possessed him. Too, it protected him by its very
ferocity. Like a wounded lioness he was here, there, everywhere,
striking terrific blows with hard fists and with the precision and
timeliness of the trained fighter. Again and again he buried his teeth
in the flesh of a foeman. He was upon one and gone again to another
before an effective blow could be dealt him. Yet, though great was the
weight of his execution in determining the result of the combat, it was
outweighed by the terror which he inspired in the simple, superstitious
minds of his foeman. To them this white warrior, who consorted with
the great apes and the fierce baboons, who growled and snarled and
snapped like a beast, was not human. He was a demon of the forest--a
fearsome god of evil whom they had offended, and who had come out of
his lair deep in the jungle to punish

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