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It
told
him
of
a
strange
,
hairless
,
black
ape
with
feathers
growing
upon
its
head
,
who
launched
death
from
a
slender
branch
,
and
then
ran
,
with
the
fleetness
of
Bara
,
the
deer
,
toward
the
rising
sun
.
Tarzan
waited
no
longer
,
but
leaping
into
the
branches
of
the
trees
sped
rapidly
through
the
forest
.
He
knew
the
windings
of
the
elephant
trail
along
which
Kala
's
murderer
had
flown
,
and
so
he
cut
straight
through
the
jungle
to
intercept
the
black
warrior
who
was
evidently
following
the
tortuous
detours
of
the
trail
.
At
his
side
was
the
hunting
knife
of
his
unknown
sire
,
and
across
his
shoulders
the
coils
of
his
own
long
rope
.
In
an
hour
he
struck
the
trail
again
,
and
coming
to
earth
examined
the
soil
minutely
.
In
the
soft
mud
on
the
bank
of
a
tiny
rivulet
he
found
footprints
such
as
he
alone
in
all
the
jungle
had
ever
made
,
but
much
larger
than
his
.
His
heart
beat
fast
.
Could
it
be
that
he
was
trailing
a
MAN
--
one
of
his
own
race
?
There
were
two
sets
of
imprints
pointing
in
opposite
directions
.
So
his
quarry
had
already
passed
on
his
return
along
the
trail
.
As
he
examined
the
newer
spoor
a
tiny
particle
of
earth
toppled
from
the
outer
edge
of
one
of
the
footprints
to
the
bottom
of
its
shallow
depression
--
ah
,
the
trail
was
very
fresh
,
his
prey
must
have
but
scarcely
passed
.
Tarzan
swung
himself
to
the
trees
once
more
,
and
with
swift
noiselessness
sped
along
high
above
the
trail
.
He
had
covered
barely
a
mile
when
he
came
upon
the
black
warrior
standing
in
a
little
open
space
.
In
his
hand
was
his
slender
bow
to
which
he
had
fitted
one
of
his
death
dealing
arrows
.
Opposite
him
across
the
little
clearing
stood
Horta
,
the
boar
,
with
lowered
head
and
foam
flecked
tusks
,
ready
to
charge
.
Tarzan
looked
with
wonder
upon
the
strange
creature
beneath
him
--
so
like
him
in
form
and
yet
so
different
in
face
and
color
.
His
books
had
portrayed
the
NEGRO
,
but
how
different
had
been
the
dull
,
dead
print
to
this
sleek
thing
of
ebony
,
pulsing
with
life
.
As
the
man
stood
there
with
taut
drawn
bow
Tarzan
recognized
him
not
so
much
the
NEGRO
as
the
ARCHER
of
his
picture
book
--
