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Tarzan
dispatched
his
prisoner
quickly
and
silently
;
removed
the
weapons
and
ornaments
,
and
--
oh
,
the
greatest
joy
of
all
--
a
handsome
deerskin
breechcloth
,
which
he
quickly
transferred
to
his
own
person
.
Now
indeed
was
he
dressed
as
a
man
should
be
.
None
there
was
who
could
now
doubt
his
high
origin
.
How
he
should
have
liked
to
have
returned
to
the
tribe
to
parade
before
their
envious
gaze
this
wondrous
finery
.
Taking
the
body
across
his
shoulder
,
he
moved
more
slowly
through
the
trees
toward
the
little
palisaded
village
,
for
he
again
needed
arrows
.
As
he
approached
quite
close
to
the
enclosure
he
saw
an
excited
group
surrounding
the
two
fugitives
,
who
,
trembling
with
fright
and
exhaustion
,
were
scarce
able
to
recount
the
uncanny
details
of
their
adventure
.
Mirando
,
they
said
,
who
had
been
ahead
of
them
a
short
distance
,
had
suddenly
come
screaming
toward
them
,
crying
that
a
terrible
white
and
naked
warrior
was
pursuing
him
.
The
three
of
them
had
hurried
toward
the
village
as
rapidly
as
their
legs
would
carry
them
.
Again
Mirando
's
shrill
cry
of
mortal
terror
had
caused
them
to
look
back
,
and
there
they
had
seen
the
most
horrible
sight
--
their
companion
's
body
flying
upwards
into
the
trees
,
his
arms
and
legs
beating
the
air
and
his
tongue
protruding
from
his
open
mouth
.
No
other
sound
did
he
utter
nor
was
there
any
creature
in
sight
about
him
.
The
villagers
were
worked
up
into
a
state
of
fear
bordering
on
panic
,
but
wise
old
Mbonga
affected
to
feel
considerable
skepticism
regarding
the
tale
,
and
attributed
the
whole
fabrication
to
their
fright
in
the
face
of
some
real
danger
.
"
You
tell
us
this
great
story
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
you
do
not
dare
to
speak
the
truth
.
You
do
not
dare
admit
that
when
the
lion
sprang
upon
Mirando
you
ran
away
and
left
him
.
You
are
cowards
.
"
Scarcely
had
Mbonga
ceased
speaking
when
a
great
crashing
of
branches
in
the
trees
above
them
caused
the
blacks
to
look
up
in
renewed
terror
.
The
sight
that
met
their
eyes
made
even
wise
old
Mbonga
shudder
,
for
there
,
turning
and
twisting
in
the
air
,
came
the
dead
body
of
Mirando
,
to
sprawl
with
a
sickening
reverberation
upon
the
ground
at
their
feet
.
With
one
accord
the
blacks
took
to
their
heels
;
nor
did
they
stop
until
the
last
of
them
was
lost
in
the
dense
shadows
of
the
surrounding
jungle
.
