The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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kissed Korak.

Korak wanted her to say something. He wanted to tell her how he loved
her; but the emotion of his love choked him and the vocabulary of the
Mangani was limited.

There came a sudden interruption. It was from Akut--a sudden, low
growl, no louder than those he had been giving vent to the while he
pranced about the dead bull, nor half so loud in fact; but of a timbre
that bore straight to the perceptive faculties of the jungle beast
ingrained in Korak. It was a warning. Korak looked quickly up from
the glorious vision of the sweet face so close to his. Now his other
faculties awoke. His ears, his nostrils were on the alert. Something
was coming!

The Killer moved to Akut's side. Meriem was just behind them. The
three stood like carved statues gazing into the leafy tangle of the
jungle. The noise that had attracted their attention increased, and
presently a great ape broke through the underbrush a few paces from
where they stood. The beast halted at sight of them. He gave a
warning grunt back over his shoulder, and a moment later coming
cautiously another bull appeared. He was followed by others--both
bulls and females with young, until two score hairy monsters stood
glaring at the three. It was the tribe of the dead king ape. Akut was
the first to speak. He pointed to the body of the dead bull.

"Korak, mighty fighter, has killed your king," he grunted. "There is
none greater in all the jungle than Korak, son of Tarzan. Now Korak is
king. What bull is greater than Korak?" It was a challenge to any
bull who might care to question Korak's right to the kingship. The
apes jabbered and chattered and growled among themselves for a time.
At last a young bull came slowly forward rocking upon his short legs,
bristling, growling, terrible.

The beast was enormous, and in the full prime of his strength. He
belonged to that almost extinct species for which white men have long
sought upon the information of the natives of the more inaccessible
jungles. Even the natives seldom see these great, hairy, primordial

Korak advanced to meet the monster. He, too, was growling. In his
mind a plan was revolving. To close with this powerful, untired brute
after having just passed through a terrific battle with another of his
kind would have been to tempt defeat. He must

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