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He
was
a
soldier
of
France
,
and
he
would
teach
these
beasts
how
an
officer
and
a
gentleman
died
.
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
needed
no
interpreter
to
translate
the
story
of
those
distant
shots
.
With
Jane
Porter
's
kisses
still
warm
upon
his
lips
he
was
swinging
with
incredible
rapidity
through
the
forest
trees
straight
toward
the
village
of
Mbonga
.
He
was
not
interested
in
the
location
of
the
encounter
,
for
he
judged
that
that
would
soon
be
over
.
Those
who
were
killed
he
could
not
aid
,
those
who
escaped
would
not
need
his
assistance
.
It
was
to
those
who
had
neither
been
killed
or
escaped
that
he
hastened
.
And
he
knew
that
he
would
find
them
by
the
great
post
in
the
center
of
Mbonga
village
.
Many
times
had
Tarzan
seen
Mbonga
's
black
raiding
parties
return
from
the
northward
with
prisoners
,
and
always
were
the
same
scenes
enacted
about
that
grim
stake
,
beneath
the
flaring
light
of
many
fires
.
He
knew
,
too
,
that
they
seldom
lost
much
time
before
consummating
the
fiendish
purpose
of
their
captures
.
He
doubted
that
he
would
arrive
in
time
to
do
more
than
avenge
.
On
he
sped
.
Night
had
fallen
and
he
traveled
high
along
the
upper
terrace
where
the
gorgeous
tropic
moon
lighted
the
dizzy
pathway
through
the
gently
undulating
branches
of
the
tree
tops
.
Presently
he
caught
the
reflection
of
a
distant
blaze
.
It
lay
to
the
right
of
his
path
.
It
must
be
the
light
from
the
camp
fire
the
two
men
had
built
before
they
were
attacked
--
Tarzan
knew
nothing
of
the
presence
of
the
sailors
.
So
sure
was
Tarzan
of
his
jungle
knowledge
that
he
did
not
turn
from
his
course
,
but
passed
the
glare
at
a
distance
of
a
half
mile
.
It
was
the
camp
fire
of
the
Frenchmen
.
