an leaped
straight into the air alighting upon Buto's back but escaping the
mighty horn.

Then Buto espied the lions and bore madly down upon them while Tarzan
of the Apes leaped nimbly into the tangled creepers at one side of the
trail. The first lion met Buto's charge and was tossed high over the
back of the maddened brute, torn and dying, and then the six remaining
lions were upon the rhinoceros, rending and tearing the while they were
being gored or trampled. From the safety of his perch Tarzan watched
the royal battle with the keenest interest, for the more intelligent of
the jungle folk are interested in such encounters. They are to them
what the racetrack and the prize ring, the theater and the movies are
to us. They see them often; but always they enjoy them for no two are
precisely alike.

For a time it seemed to Tarzan that Buto, the rhinoceros, would prove
victor in the gory battle. Already had he accounted for four of the
seven lions and badly wounded the three remaining when in a momentary
lull in the encounter he sank limply to his knees and rolled over upon
his side. Tarzan's spear had done its work. It was the man-made
weapon which killed the great beast that might easily have survived the
assault of seven mighty lions, for Tarzan's spear had pierced the great
lungs, and Buto, with victory almost in sight, succumbed to internal
hemorrhage.

Then Tarzan came down from his sanctuary and as the wounded lions,
growling, dragged themselves away, the ape-man cut his spear from the
body of Buto, hacked off a steak and vanished into the jungle. The
episode was over. It had been all in the day's work--something which
you and I might talk about for a lifetime Tarzan dismissed from his
mind the moment that the scene passed from his sight.

12

La Seeks Vengeance

Swinging back through the jungle in a wide circle the ape-man came to
the river at another point, drank and took to the trees again and while
he hunted, all oblivious of his past and careless of his future, there
came through the dark jungles and the open, parklike places and across
the wide meadows, where grazed the countless herbivora of the
mysterious continent, a weird and terrible caravan in search of him.
There were fifty frightful men with hairy bodies and gnarled and
crooked legs. They were armed with knives and great bludgeons and at
their head marched an almost naked woman, beautiful beyond compare. It
was La of Opar, H