king or your people, for next time I shall kill you.
Do you understand?"

"Huh," assented Terkoz.

"And you are satisfied?"

"Huh," said the ape.

Tarzan let him up, and in a few minutes all
were back at their vocations, as though naught
had occurred to man the tranquillity of their pri-
meval forest haunts.

But deep in the minds of the apes was rooted
the conviction that Tarzan was a mighty fighter
and a strange creature. Strange because he had
had it in his power to kill his enemy, but had
allowed him to live--unharmed.

That afternoon as the tribe came together, as
was their wont before darkness settled on the
jungle, Tarzan, his wounds washed in the waters
of the stream, called the old males about him.

"You have seen again to-day that Tarzan of
the Apes is the greatest among you," he said.

"Huh," they replied with one voice, " Tarzan
is great."

" Tarzan," he continued, "is not an ape. He
is not like his people. His ways are not their
ways, and so Tarzan is going back to the lair of
his own kind by the waters of the great lake
which has no further shore. You must choose
another to rule you, for Tarzan will not return."

And thus young Lord Greystoke took the first
step toward the goal which he had set--the find-
ing of other white men like himself.

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