find an easier way to
victory. Crouching, he prepared to meet the charge which he knew would
soon come, nor did he have long to wait. His antagonist paused only
for sufficient time to permit him to recount for the edification of the
audience and the confounding of Korak a brief resume of his former
victories, of his prowess, and of what he was about to do to this puny
Tarmangani. Then he charged.
With clutching fingers and wide opened jaws he came down upon the
waiting Korak with the speed of an express train. Korak did not move
until the great arms swung to embrace him, then he dropped low beneath
them, swung a terrific right to the side of the beast's jaw as he
side-stepped his rushing body, and swinging quickly about stood ready
over the fallen ape where he sprawled upon the ground.
It was a surprised anthropoid that attempted to scramble to its feet.
Froth flecked its hideous lips. Red were the little eyes. Blood
curdling roars tumbled from the deep chest. But it did not reach its
feet. The Killer stood waiting above it, and the moment that the hairy
chin came upon the proper level another blow that would have felled an
ox sent the ape over backward.
Again and again the beast struggled to arise, but each time the mighty
Tarmangani stood waiting with ready fist and pile driver blow to bowl
him over. Weaker and weaker became the efforts of the bull. Blood
smeared his face and breast. A red stream trickled from nose and
mouth. The crowd that had cheered him on at first with savage yells,
now jeered him--their approbation was for the Tarmangani.
"Kagoda?" inquired Korak, as he sent the bull down once more.
Again the stubborn bull essayed to scramble to his feet. Again The
Killer struck him a terrific blow. Again he put the question,
kagoda--have you had enough?
For a moment the bull lay motionless. Then from between battered lips
came the single word: "Kagoda!"
"Then rise and go back among your people," said Korak. "I do not wish
to be king among people who once drove me from them. Keep your own
ways, and we will keep ours. When we meet we may be friends, but we
shall not live together."
An old bull came slowly toward The Killer.
"You have killed our king," he said. "You have defeated him who would
have been king. You could have killed him had you
Presently two shaggy black hands were raised; the left was laid upon its own heart and the right extended until the palm touched Tarzan's breast.Page 14
desire quickly to master their tongue strengthened, with the result that he fell to with even greater assiduity to the task he had set himself.Page 42
Below, in the gorge were leaves and grasses and fragrant branches, but Pan-at-lee felt no stomach for descending into that horrid abyss for the gratification of mere creature comfort--only the necessity for food would drive her there.Page 46
He had started in search of her for Om-at, his friend, and for Om-at he would continue upon the trail he had picked up thus fortuitously by accident.Page 56
And so it was that the bellowing GRYF came to a baffled stop at the foot of the tree and even though he reared up and sought to seize his prey among the branches, as Tarzan had guessed he might, he failed in this also.Page 84
And again later he saw the fellow whisper to another slave and nod his head in his direction.Page 101
As they approached these they came upon the women and children working under guard of the old men and the youths--gathering the wild fruits and herbs which constitute a part of their diet, as well as tending the small acres of growing crops which they cultivate.Page 102
This he repeated several times and then he held up one hand with the fingers outspread and touching them one by one, including the thumb, repeated the word adenen until the stranger understood that he meant five.Page 103
Take as many as you can alive and from some of them we may learn the fate of Tarzan-jad-guru.Page 104
"Powerful indeed must be the tribe from which he and Tarzan-jad-guru come," and then his whole attention was occupied by a new assailant.Page 121
She did not shrink nor cower, but stood there very erect, her chin up, her level gaze freighted with the loathing and contempt she felt for him.Page 125
" Grumbling, the priest stepped aside.Page 127
"Mo-sar is king! Let the loyal warriors of Pal-ul-don.Page 142
If you go to them now with your silly protestations of authority you will be dead a little sooner, that is all.Page 143
And so Obergatz, without further parley, got pistols and an extra rifle for Jane, as well as bandoleers of cartridges.Page 144
Even the open water in the center chanced to be deserted at the time by its frightful denizens which the drought and the receding waters had driven southward toward the mouth of Pal-ul-don's largest river which carries the waters out of the Valley of Jad-ben-Otho.Page 161
So even will a cornered rat fight.Page 187
Steep embankments and rivers proved no slightest obstacle to the ponderous creature.Page 217
Run or running.Page 219