y black
warriors who would doubtless make some sort of search for them through
the jungle.

But a new power moved the son of Tarzan. He had come with a boy's glad
and open heart to offer his friendship to these people who were human
beings like himself. He had been met with suspicion and spears. They
had not even listened to him. Rage and hatred consumed him. When Akut
urged speed he held back. He wanted to fight, yet his reason made it
all too plain that it would be but a foolish sacrifice of his life to
meet these armed men with his naked hands and his teeth--already the
boy thought of his teeth, of his fighting fangs, when possibility of
combat loomed close.

Moving slowly through the trees he kept his eyes over his shoulder,
though he no longer neglected the possibilities of other dangers which
might lurk on either hand or ahead--his experience with the lioness did
not need a repetition to insure the permanency of the lesson it had
taught. Behind he could hear the savages advancing with shouts and
cries. He lagged further behind until the pursuers were in sight.
They did not see him, for they were not looking among the branches of
the trees for human quarry. The lad kept just ahead of them. For a
mile perhaps they continued the search, and then they turned back
toward the village. Here was the boy's opportunity, that for which he
had been waiting, while the hot blood of revenge coursed through his
veins until he saw his pursuers through a scarlet haze.

When they turned back he turned and followed them. Akut was no longer
in sight. Thinking that the boy followed he had gone on further ahead.
He had no wish to tempt fate within range of those deadly spears.
Slinking silently from tree to tree the boy dogged the footsteps of the
returning warriors. At last one dropped behind his fellows as they
followed a narrow path toward the village. A grim smile lit the lad's
face. Swiftly he hurried forward until he moved almost above the
unconscious black--stalking him as Sheeta, the panther, stalked his
prey, as the boy had seen Sheeta do on many occasions.

Suddenly and silently he leaped forward and downward upon the broad
shoulders of his prey. In the instant of contact his fingers sought
and found the man's throat. The weight of the boy's body hurled the
black heavily to the ground, the knees in his back knocking the breath
from him as he struck. Then a set of strong, white teeth fastened
themselves