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True
,
he
had
seen
pictures
in
his
books
of
men
with
great
masses
of
hair
upon
lip
and
cheek
and
chin
,
but
,
nevertheless
,
Tarzan
was
afraid
.
Almost
daily
he
whetted
his
keen
knife
and
scraped
and
whittled
at
his
young
beard
to
eradicate
this
degrading
emblem
of
apehood
.
And
so
he
learned
to
shave
--
rudely
and
painfully
,
it
is
true
--
but
,
nevertheless
,
effectively
.
When
he
felt
quite
strong
again
,
after
his
bloody
battle
with
Terkoz
,
Tarzan
set
off
one
morning
towards
Mbonga
's
village
.
He
was
moving
carelessly
along
a
winding
jungle
trail
,
instead
of
making
his
progress
through
the
trees
,
when
suddenly
he
came
face
to
face
with
a
black
warrior
.
The
look
of
surprise
on
the
savage
face
was
almost
comical
,
and
before
Tarzan
could
unsling
his
bow
the
fellow
had
turned
and
fled
down
the
path
crying
out
in
alarm
as
though
to
others
before
him
.
Tarzan
took
to
the
trees
in
pursuit
,
and
in
a
few
moments
came
in
view
of
the
men
desperately
striving
to
escape
.
There
were
three
of
them
,
and
they
were
racing
madly
in
single
file
through
the
dense
undergrowth
.
Tarzan
easily
distanced
them
,
nor
did
they
see
his
silent
passage
above
their
heads
,
nor
note
the
crouching
figure
squatted
upon
a
low
branch
ahead
of
them
beneath
which
the
trail
led
them
.
Tarzan
let
the
first
two
pass
beneath
him
,
but
as
the
third
came
swiftly
on
,
the
quiet
noose
dropped
about
the
black
throat
.
A
quick
jerk
drew
it
taut
.
There
was
an
agonized
scream
from
the
victim
,
and
his
fellows
turned
to
see
his
struggling
body
rise
as
by
magic
slowly
into
the
dense
foliage
of
the
trees
above
.
With
frightened
shrieks
they
wheeled
once
more
and
plunged
on
in
their
efforts
to
escape
.
