Nothing could have suited the fierce beast
better, and with a roar of triumph he leaped upon
the little Lord Greystoke. But his fangs never
closed in that nut brown flesh.

A muscular hand shot out and grasped the
hairy throat, and another plunged a keen hunt-
ing knife a dozen times into the broad breast.
Like lightning the blows fell, and only ceased
when Tarzan felt the limp form crumple beneath
him.

As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the
Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his life-
long enemy and raising his eyes to the full moon
threw back his fierce young head and voiced the
wild and terrible cry of his people.

One by one the tribe swung down from their
arboreal retreats and formed a circle about Tar-
zan and his vanquished foe. When they had all
come Tarzan turned toward them.

"I am Tarzan," he cried. "I am a great
killer. Let all respect Tarzan of the Apes and
Kala, his mother. There be none among you as
mighty as Tarzan. Let his enemies beware."

Looking full into the wicked, red eyes of Ker-
chak, the young Lord Greystoke beat upon his
mighty breast and screamed out once more his
shrill cry of defiance.

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