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Like
some
huge
phantom
,
Kala
swung
noiselessly
from
tree
to
tree
;
now
running
nimbly
along
a
great
branch
,
now
swinging
through
space
at
the
end
of
another
,
only
to
grasp
that
of
a
farther
tree
in
her
rapid
progress
toward
the
scene
of
the
tragedy
her
knowledge
of
jungle
life
told
her
was
being
enacted
a
short
distance
before
her
.
The
cries
of
the
gorilla
proclaimed
that
it
was
in
mortal
combat
with
some
other
denizen
of
the
fierce
wood
.
Suddenly
these
cries
ceased
,
and
the
silence
of
death
reigned
throughout
the
jungle
.
Kala
could
not
understand
,
for
the
voice
of
Bolgani
had
at
last
been
raised
in
the
agony
of
suffering
and
death
,
but
no
sound
had
come
to
her
by
which
she
possibly
could
determine
the
nature
of
his
antagonist
.
That
her
little
Tarzan
could
destroy
a
great
bull
gorilla
she
knew
to
be
improbable
,
and
so
,
as
she
neared
the
spot
from
which
the
sounds
of
the
struggle
had
come
,
she
moved
more
warily
and
at
last
slowly
and
with
extreme
caution
she
traversed
the
lowest
branches
,
peering
eagerly
into
the
moon-splashed
blackness
for
a
sign
of
the
combatants
.
Presently
she
came
upon
them
,
lying
in
a
little
open
space
full
under
the
brilliant
light
of
the
moon
--
little
Tarzan
's
torn
and
bloody
form
,
and
beside
it
a
great
bull
gorilla
,
stone
dead
.
With
a
low
cry
Kala
rushed
to
Tarzan
's
side
,
and
gathering
the
poor
,
blood-covered
body
to
her
breast
,
listened
for
a
sign
of
life
.
Faintly
she
heard
it
--
the
weak
beating
of
the
little
heart
.
Tenderly
she
bore
him
back
through
the
inky
jungle
to
where
the
tribe
lay
,
and
for
many
days
and
nights
she
sat
guard
beside
him
,
bringing
him
food
and
water
,
and
brushing
the
flies
and
other
insects
from
his
cruel
wounds
.
Of
medicine
or
surgery
the
poor
thing
knew
nothing
.
She
could
but
lick
the
wounds
,
and
thus
she
kept
them
cleansed
,
that
healing
nature
might
the
more
quickly
do
her
work
.
At
first
Tarzan
would
eat
nothing
,
but
rolled
and
tossed
in
a
wild
delirium
of
fever
.
All
he
craved
was
water
,
and
this
she
brought
him
in
the
only
way
she
could
,
bearing
it
in
her
own
mouth
.
No
human
mother
could
have
shown
more
unselfish
and
sacrificing
devotion
than
did
this
poor
,
wild
brute
for
the
little
orphaned
waif
whom
fate
had
thrown
into
her
keeping
.
