The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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months beneath the burning sun that will be consumed in carrying it
to its destination!"

"The fool should have known that we desired her alive," grumbled
Malbihn, grasping a corner of the cloth and jerking the cover from the
thing that lay upon the litter.

At sight of what lay beneath both men stepped back--involuntary oaths
upon their lips--for there before them lay the dead body of Mbeeda, the
faithless head man.

Five minutes later the safari of Jenssen and Malbihn was forcing its
way rapidly toward the west, nervous askaris guarding the rear from the
attack they momentarily expected.

Chapter 6

His first night in the jungle was one which the son of Tarzan held
longest in his memory. No savage carnivora menaced him. There was
never a sign of hideous barbarian. Or, if there were, the boy's
troubled mind took no cognizance of them. His conscience was harassed
by the thought of his mother's suffering. Self-blame plunged him into
the depths of misery. The killing of the American caused him little or
no remorse. The fellow had earned his fate. Jack's regret on this
score was due mainly to the effect which the death of Condon had had
upon his own plans. Now he could not return directly to his parents as
he had planned. Fear of the primitive, borderland law, of which he had
read highly colored, imaginary tales, had thrust him into the jungle a
fugitive. He dared not return to the coast at this point--not that he
was so greatly influenced through personal fear as from a desire to
shield his father and mother from further sorrow and from the shame of
having their honored name dragged through the sordid degradation of a
murder trial.

With returning day the boy's spirits rose. With the rising sun rose
new hope within his breast. He would return to civilization by another
way. None would guess that he had been connected with the killing of
the stranger in the little out-of-the-way trading post upon a remote

Crouched close to the great ape in the crotch of a tree the boy had
shivered through an almost sleepless night. His light pajamas had been
but little protection from the chill dampness of the jungle, and only
that side of him which was pressed against the warm body of his shaggy
companion approximated to comfort. And so he welcomed the rising sun
with its promise of warmth as well as light--the blessed sun, dispeller
of physical and mental ills.

He shook Akut into wakefulness.


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