The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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dry and parched. Never in all his savage
existence had he suffered such blighting terror--never before had he
known what terror meant. A dozen more strides and the brute would
seize her. What was that? Korak's eyes started from their sockets. A
strange figure had leaped from the tree the shade of which Meriem
already had reached--leaped beyond the girl straight into the path of
the charging elephant. It was a naked white giant. Across his
shoulder a coil of rope was looped. In the band of his gee string was
a hunting knife. Otherwise he was unarmed. With naked hands he faced
the maddening Tantor. A sharp command broke from the stranger's
lips--the great beast halted in his tracks--and Meriem swung herself
upward into the tree to safety. Korak breathed a sigh of relief not
unmixed with wonder. He fastened his eyes upon the face of Meriem's
deliverer and as recognition slowly filtered into his understanding
they went wide in incredulity and surprise.

Tantor, still rumbling angrily, stood swaying to and fro close before
the giant white man. Then the latter stepped straight beneath the
upraised trunk and spoke a low word of command. The great beast ceased
his muttering. The savage light died from his eyes, and as the
stranger stepped forward toward Korak, Tantor trailed docilely at his
heels.

Meriem was watching, too, and wondering. Suddenly the man turned
toward her as though recollecting her presence after a moment of
forgetfulness. "Come! Meriem," he called, and then she recognized him
with a startled: "Bwana!" Quickly the girl dropped from the tree and
ran to his side. Tantor cocked a questioning eye at the white giant,
but receiving a warning word let Meriem approach. Together the two
walked to where Korak lay, his eyes wide with wonder and filled with a
pathetic appeal for forgiveness, and, mayhap, a glad thankfulness for
the miracle that had brought these two of all others to his side.

"Jack!" cried the white giant, kneeling at the ape-man's side.

"Father!" came chokingly from The Killer's lips. "Thank God that it
was you. No one else in all the jungle could have stopped Tantor."

Quickly the man cut the bonds that held Korak, and as the youth leaped
to his feet and threw his arms about his father, the older man turned
toward Meriem.

"I thought," he said, sternly, "that I told you to return to the farm."

Korak was looking at them wonderingly. In

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