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At
last
he
was
free
.
He
had
not
realized
what
a
prisoner
he
had
been
.
How
easy
it
would
be
to
circle
back
to
the
coast
,
and
then
make
toward
the
south
and
his
own
jungle
and
cabin
.
Now
he
caught
the
scent
of
Numa
,
for
he
was
traveling
up
wind
.
Presently
his
quick
ears
detected
the
familiar
sound
of
padded
feet
and
the
brushing
of
a
huge
,
fur-clad
body
through
the
undergrowth
.
Tarzan
came
quietly
above
the
unsuspecting
beast
and
silently
stalked
him
until
he
came
into
a
little
patch
of
moonlight
.
Then
the
quick
noose
settled
and
tightened
about
the
tawny
throat
,
and
,
as
he
had
done
it
a
hundred
times
in
the
past
,
Tarzan
made
fast
the
end
to
a
strong
branch
and
,
while
the
beast
fought
and
clawed
for
freedom
,
dropped
to
the
ground
behind
him
,
and
leaping
upon
the
great
back
,
plunged
his
long
thin
blade
a
dozen
times
into
the
fierce
heart
.
Then
with
his
foot
upon
the
carcass
of
Numa
,
he
raised
his
voice
in
the
awesome
victory
cry
of
his
savage
tribe
.
For
a
moment
Tarzan
stood
irresolute
,
swayed
by
conflicting
emotions
of
loyalty
to
D'Arnot
and
a
mighty
lust
for
the
freedom
of
his
own
jungle
.
At
last
the
vision
of
a
beautiful
face
,
and
the
memory
of
warm
lips
crushed
to
his
dissolved
the
fascinating
picture
he
had
been
drawing
of
his
old
life
.
The
ape-man
threw
the
warm
carcass
of
Numa
across
his
shoulders
and
took
to
the
trees
once
more
.
The
men
upon
the
veranda
had
sat
for
an
hour
,
almost
in
silence
.
They
had
tried
ineffectually
to
converse
on
various
subjects
,
and
always
the
thing
uppermost
in
the
mind
of
each
had
caused
the
conversation
to
lapse
.
