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With
a
roar
the
lioness
turned
completely
over
upon
her
back
,
falling
full
upon
her
enemy
;
but
the
black-haired
giant
only
closed
tighter
his
hold
.
Pawing
and
tearing
at
earth
and
air
,
Sabor
rolled
and
threw
herself
this
way
and
that
in
an
effort
to
dislodge
this
strange
antagonist
;
but
ever
tighter
and
tighter
drew
the
iron
bands
that
were
forcing
her
head
lower
and
lower
upon
her
tawny
breast
.
Higher
crept
the
steel
forearms
of
the
ape-man
about
the
back
of
Sabor
's
neck
.
Weaker
and
weaker
became
the
lioness
's
efforts
.
At
last
Clayton
saw
the
immense
muscles
of
Tarzan
's
shoulders
and
biceps
leap
into
corded
knots
beneath
the
silver
moonlight
.
There
was
a
long
sustained
and
supreme
effort
on
the
ape-man
's
part
--
and
the
vertebrae
of
Sabor
's
neck
parted
with
a
sharp
snap
.
In
an
instant
Tarzan
was
upon
his
feet
,
and
for
the
second
time
that
day
Clayton
heard
the
bull
ape
's
savage
roar
of
victory
.
Then
he
heard
Jane
's
agonized
cry
:
"
Cecil
--
Mr.
Clayton
!
Oh
,
what
is
it
?
What
is
it
?
"
Running
quickly
to
the
cabin
door
,
Clayton
called
out
that
all
was
right
,
and
shouted
to
her
to
open
the
door
.
As
quickly
as
she
could
she
raised
the
great
bar
and
fairly
dragged
Clayton
within
.
"
What
was
that
awful
noise
?
"
she
whispered
,
shrinking
close
to
him
.
"
It
was
the
cry
of
the
kill
from
the
throat
of
the
man
who
has
just
saved
your
life
,
Miss
Porter
.
Wait
,
I
will
fetch
him
so
you
may
thank
him
.
"
