With an angry lash of her tail she bared her
yellow fangs, curling her great lips in a hideous
snarl that wrinkled her bristling snout in serried
ridges and closed her wicked eyes to two narrow
slits of rage and hatred.

With back-laid ears she looked straight into
the eyes of Tarzan of the Apes and sounded her
fierce, shrill challenge.

And from the safety of his overhanging limb
the ape-child sent back the fearsome answer of
his kind.

For a moment the two eyed each other in
silence, and then the great cat turned into the
jungle, which swallowed her as the ocean engulfs
a tossed pebble.

But into the mind of Tarzan a great plan
sprang. He had killed the fierce Tublat, so was
he not therefore a mighty fighter? Now would
he track down the crafty Sabor and slay her like-
wise. He would be a mighty hunter, also.

At the bottom of his little English heart beat
the great desire to cover his nakedness with
clothes for he had learned from his picture books
that all men were so covered, while monkeys and
apes and every other living thing went naked.

Clothes therefore, must be truly a badge of
greatness; the insignia of the superiority of man
over all other animals, for surely there could be
no other reason for wearing the hideous things.

Many moons ago, when he had been much
smaller, he had desired the skin of Sabor, the

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