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Sabor
was
trapped
.
With
a
bound
the
startled
beast
turned
into
the
jungle
,
but
Tarzan
was
not
to
lose
another
rope
through
the
same
cause
as
the
first
.
He
had
learned
from
experience
.
The
lioness
had
taken
but
half
her
second
bound
when
she
felt
the
rope
tighten
about
her
neck
;
her
body
turned
completely
over
in
the
air
and
she
fell
with
a
heavy
crash
upon
her
back
.
Tarzan
had
fastened
the
end
of
the
rope
securely
to
the
trunk
of
the
great
tree
on
which
he
sat
.
Thus
far
his
plan
had
worked
to
perfection
,
but
when
he
grasped
the
rope
,
bracing
himself
behind
a
crotch
of
two
mighty
branches
,
he
found
that
dragging
the
mighty
,
struggling
,
clawing
,
biting
,
screaming
mass
of
iron-muscled
fury
up
to
the
tree
and
hanging
her
was
a
very
different
proposition
.
The
weight
of
old
Sabor
was
immense
,
and
when
she
braced
her
huge
paws
nothing
less
than
Tantor
,
the
elephant
,
himself
,
could
have
budged
her
.
The
lioness
was
now
back
in
the
path
where
she
could
see
the
author
of
the
indignity
which
had
been
placed
upon
her
.
Screaming
with
rage
she
suddenly
charged
,
leaping
high
into
the
air
toward
Tarzan
,
but
when
her
huge
body
struck
the
limb
on
which
Tarzan
had
been
,
Tarzan
was
no
longer
there
.
Instead
he
perched
lightly
upon
a
smaller
branch
twenty
feet
above
the
raging
captive
.
For
a
moment
Sabor
hung
half
across
the
branch
,
while
Tarzan
mocked
,
and
hurled
twigs
and
branches
at
her
unprotected
face
Presently
the
beast
dropped
to
the
earth
again
and
Tarzan
came
quickly
to
seize
the
rope
,
but
Sabor
had
now
found
that
it
was
only
a
slender
cord
that
held
her
,
and
grasping
it
in
her
huge
jaws
severed
it
before
Tarzan
could
tighten
the
strangling
noose
a
second
time
.
Tarzan
was
much
hurt
.
His
well-laid
plan
had
come
to
naught
,
so
he
sat
there
screaming
at
the
roaring
creature
beneath
him
and
making
mocking
grimaces
at
it
.
Sabor
paced
back
and
forth
beneath
the
tree
for
hours
;
four
times
she
crouched
and
sprang
at
the
dancing
sprite
above
her
,
but
might
as
well
have
clutched
at
the
illusive
wind
that
murmured
through
the
tree
tops
.
At
last
Tarzan
tired
of
the
sport
,
and
with
a
parting
roar
of
challenge
and
a
well-aimed
ripe
fruit
that
spread
soft
and
sticky
over
the
snarling
face
of
his
enemy
,
he
swung
rapidly
through
the
trees
,
a
hundred
feet
above
the
ground
,
and
in
a
short
time
was
among
the
members
of
his
tribe
.
