of Bolgani, the gorilla.

Now there was scarcely a denizen of the great jungle with whom Tarzan
would rather not have been cooped up inside the small cabin than
Bolgani, the gorilla, yet he felt no fear, even though his quick eye
noted that Bolgani was in the throes of that jungle madness which
seizes upon so many of the fiercer males. Ordinarily the huge gorillas
avoid conflict, hide themselves from the other jungle folk, and are
generally the best of neighbors; but when they are attacked, or the
madness seizes them, there is no jungle denizen so bold and fierce as
to deliberately seek a quarrel with them.

But for Tarzan there was no escape. Bolgani was glowering at him from
red-rimmed, wicked eyes. In a moment he would rush in and seize the
ape-man. Tarzan reached for the hunting knife where he had lain it on
the table beside him; but as his fingers did not immediately locate the
weapon, he turned a quick glance in search of it. As he did so his
eyes fell upon the book he had been looking at which still lay open at
the picture of Bolgani. Tarzan found his knife, but he merely fingered
it idly and grinned in the direction of the advancing gorilla.

Not again would he be fooled by empty things which came while he slept!
In a moment, no doubt, Bolgani would turn into Pamba, the rat, with the
head of Tantor, the elephant. Tarzan had seen enough of such strange
happenings recently to have some idea as to what he might expect; but
this time Bolgani did not alter his form as he came slowly toward the
young ape-man.

Tarzan was a bit puzzled, too, that he felt no desire to rush
frantically to some place of safety, as had been the sensation most
conspicuous in the other of his new and remarkable adventures. He was
just himself now, ready to fight, if necessary; but still sure that no
flesh and blood gorilla stood before him.

The thing should be fading away into thin air by now, thought Tarzan,
or changing into something else; yet it did not. Instead it loomed
clear-cut and real as Bolgani himself, the magnificent dark coat
glistening with life and health in a bar of sunlight which shot across
the cabin through the high window behind the young Lord Greystoke.
This was quite the most realistic of his sleep adventures, thought
Tarzan, as he passively awaited the next amusing incident.

And then the gorilla charged. Two mighty, calloused hands seized upon
the ape-man, great fangs were bared close to his face, a hi