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that he had thought already his.
It was quite dark by the time Tarzan had gorged himself. Ah, but it had been delicious! Never had he
quite accustomed himself to the ruined flesh that civilized men had served him, and in the bottom of his
savage heart there had constantly been the craving for the warm meat of the fresh kill, and the rich, red
blood.
He wiped his bloody hands upon a bunch of leaves, slung the remains of his kill across his shoulder, and
swung off through the middle terrace of the forest toward his cabin, and at the same instant Jane Porter
and William Cecil Clayton arose from a sumptuous dinner upon the LADY ALICE, thousands of miles to
the east, in the Indian Ocean.
Beneath Tarzan walked Numa, the lion, and when the ape-man deigned to glance downward he caught
occasional glimpses of the baleful green eyes following through the darkness. Numa did not roar
now--instead, he moved stealthily, like the shadow of a great cat; but yet he took no step that did not
reach the sensitive ears of the ape-man.
Tarzan wondered if he would stalk him to his cabin door. He hoped not, for that would mean a night's
sleep curled in the crotch of a tree, and he much preferred the bed of grasses within his own abode. But
he knew just the tree and the most comfortable crotch, if necessity demanded that he sleep out. A
hundred times in the past some great jungle cat had followed him home, and compelled him to seek
shelter in this same tree, until another mood or the rising sun had sent his enemy away.
But presently Numa gave up the chase and, with a series of blood-curdling moans and roars, turned
angrily back in search of another and an easier dinner. So Tarzan came to his cabin unattended, and a
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few moments later was curled up in the mildewed remnants of what had once been a bed of grasses.
Thus easily did Monsieur Jean C. Tarzan slough the thin skin of his artificial civilization, and sink happy
and contented into the deep sleep of the wild beast that has fed to repletion. Yet a woman's "yes" would
have bound him to that other life forever, and made the thought of this savage existence repulsive.
Tarzan slept late into the following forenoon, for he had been very tired from the labors and exertion of
the long night and day upon the ocean, and the jungle jaunt that had brought into play muscles that he had
scarce used for nearly two years. When he awoke he ran to the brook first to drink. Then he took a
plunge into the sea, swimming about for a quarter of an hour. Afterward he returned to his cabin, and
breakfasted off the flesh of Horta. This done, he buried the balance of the carcass in the soft earth
outside the cabin, for his evening meal.
Once more he took his rope and vanished into the jungle. This time he hunted nobler quarry--man;
although had you asked him his own opinion he could have named a dozen other denizens of the jungle
which he considered far the superiors in nobility of the men he hunted. Today Tarzan was in quest of
weapons. He wondered if the women and children had remained in Mbonga's village after the punitive
expedition from the French cruiser had massacred all the warriors in revenge for D'Arnot's supposed
death. He hoped that he should find warriors there, for he knew not how long a quest he should have to
make were the village deserted.
The ape-man traveled swiftly through the forest, and about noon came to the site of the village, but to his
disappointment found that the jungle had overgrown the plantain fields and that the thatched huts had
fallen in decay. There was no sign of man. He clambered about among the ruins for half an hour, hoping
that he might discover some forgotten weapon, but his search was without fruit, and so he took up his
quest once more, following up the stream, which flowed from a southeasterly direction. He knew that
near fresh water he would be most likely to find another settlement.
As he traveled he hunted as he had hunted with his ape people in the past, as Kala had taught him to
hunt, turning over rotted logs to find some toothsome vermin, running high into the trees to rob a bird's
nest, or pouncing upon a tiny rodent with the quickness of a cat. There were other things that he ate, too,
but the less detailed the account of an ape's diet, the better--and Tarzan was again an ape, the same
fierce, brutal anthropoid that Kala had taught him to be, and that he had been for the first twenty years of
his life.
Occasionally he smiled as he recalled some friend who might even at the moment be sitting placid and
immaculate within the precincts of his select Parisian club--just as Tarzan had sat but a few months
before; and then he would stop, as though turned suddenly to stone as the gentle breeze carried to his
trained nostrils the scent of some new prey or a formidable enemy.
That night he slept far inland from his cabin, securely wedged into the crotch of a giant tree, swaying a
hundred feet above the ground. He had eaten heartily again--this time from the flesh of Bara, the deer,
who had fallen prey to his quick noose.
Early the next morning he resumed his journey, always following the course of the stream. For three days
he continued his quest, until he had come to a part of the jungle in which he never before had been.
Occasionally upon the higher ground the forest was much thinner, and in the far distance through the trees
he could see ranges of mighty mountains, with wide plains in the foreground. Here, in the open spaces,
were new game--countless antelope and vast herds of zebra. Tarzan was entranced--he would make a
long visit to this new world.
On the morning of the fourth day his nostrils were suddenly surprised by a faint new scent. It was the
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scent of man, but yet a long way off. The ape-man thrilled with pleasure. Every sense was on the alert as
with crafty stealth he moved quickly through the trees, up-wind, in the direction of his prey. Presently he
came upon it--a lone warrior treading softly through the jungle.
Tarzan followed close above his quarry, waiting for a clearer space in which to hurl his rope. As he
stalked the unconscious man, new thoughts presented themselves to the ape-man--thoughts born of the
refining influences of civilization, and of its cruelties. It came to him that seldom if ever did civilized man
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