The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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one another from time to time. Finally the lad caught a
glimpse of a palisade a hundred yards ahead, and beyond it the tops of
some goatskin tents and a number of thatched huts. His lip upcurled in
a savage snarl. Blacks! How he hated them. He signed to Akut to
remain where he was while he advanced to reconnoiter.

Woe betide the unfortunate villager whom The Killer came upon now.
Slinking through the lower branches of the trees, leaping lightly from
one jungle giant to its neighbor where the distance was not too great,
or swinging from one hand hold to another Korak came silently toward
the village. He heard a voice beyond the palisade and toward that he
made his way. A great tree overhung the enclosure at the very point
from which the voice came. Into this Korak crept. His spear was ready
in his hand. His ears told him of the proximity of a human being. All
that his eyes required was a single glance to show him his target.
Then, lightning like, the missile would fly to its goal. With raised
spear he crept among the branches of the tree glaring narrowly downward
in search of the owner of the voice which rose to him from below.

At last he saw a human back. The spear hand flew to the limit of the
throwing position to gather the force that would send the iron shod
missile completely through the body of the unconscious victim. And
then The Killer paused. He leaned forward a little to get a better
view of the target. Was it to insure more perfect aim, or had there
been that in the graceful lines and the childish curves of the little
body below him that had held in check the spirit of murder running riot
in his veins?

He lowered his spear cautiously that it might make no noise by scraping
against foliage or branches. Quietly he crouched in a comfortable
position along a great limb and there he lay with wide eyes looking
down in wonder upon the creature he had crept upon to kill--looking
down upon a little girl, a little nut brown maiden. The snarl had gone
from his lip. His only expression was one of interested attention--he
was trying to discover what the girl was doing. Suddenly a broad grin
overspread his face, for a turn of the girl's body had revealed Geeka
of the ivory head and the rat

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