The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-01-10


Terkoz's rescue the same thing that
had put him in these sore straits
a mars reasoning power.
eff I kill him." thought Tarzan,
what advantage win it be to me?
VIII 1t not but rob the tribe of a
great fighter? And If Terkoz be
dead. he will know nothing Of my
supremacy. while alive he will ever
be an example to the other apes"
"Ka,goda?' Kissed Tarzan in Ter
koz's ear. which, In ape tongue,
freely translated, means. do you
surrender"
For a moment there was no reply,
and Tarzan added a few more
ounces Of pressure, which ELECTED a
Mortified shrek OF pain from the
great beast.
"Ka-goda?" repeated Tarzan.
"Ka-goda!'' cried Terkoz.
Listen" said Tarzan, easing up
a triHe, but not releasing his hold.
II am Tarzan. King OF the Apes,
mighty hunter, mighty fighter. In
all the jungle there is none so
great.
"You have said Ka-goda' to me.
All the tribe have heard. Quarrel no
more with your king OF your people.
for next time I shall kill you. Do
you understand"
Huh" assented Terkoz.
And you are satisffed?"
Huh" said the ape.
Tarzan let him up, and in a few
vacations. as though naught had
occurred to mar the tranquility of
their primeval forest haunts.
But deep in the minds Of the apes
was rooted the conviction that
Tarzan was a mighty fighter and a
strange creature. Strange, because
he had had it in his power to kill
his enemy, but had allowed him to
live-unharmed.
That afternoon as the tribe came
together. as was their wont before
darkness settled on the jungle,
Tarzan, his wounds washed in the
limpid waters of the little stream,
called the old males about him.
You have seen again today that
Tarzan Of the Apes Is the greatest
among you," he said.
Huh they replied with one
voice, "Tarzan is great"
'Tarzan," he continued, is not an
ape. He is not like his people. His
ways are not their ways, and so
Tarzan is going back to the lair Of
his own kind by the waters Of the
great lake which has no further
shore. You must choose another to
rule you, for Tarzan will not re-
turn
And thus young Lord Greystroke
took the first step toward the goal
which he had set-the finding of
other white men like himself.
CHAPTER XIII
His Own Kind
ri HE following morning, Tar
zan, lame and sore from the
- wounds of his battle with
Terkoz, set out toward the west and
the e coast.
He Travelled very slowly, sleeping
in the jungle at night, and reaching
his cabin late the following morning.
For several days he moved about
but little, only enough to gather
what fruit and nuts he required to
satisfy the demands OF hunger.
In ten days he was quite sound
again, except for a terrible, half
healed scar, which, starting above
his left eye ran across the top Of
his head ending at the right ear.
1t was the mark left by Terkoz
when he had torn the scalp away.
During his conyalescence Tarzan
tried to fashion a mantle from the
skin Of SAILOR, which had lain all
this time in the cabin. But he found
the hide had dried as stiff as board
and as he knew naught Of tanning.
he was forced to abandon his cherd-
ished plan.
+ Then he determined to fitch what
few garments he could from n of
the black men Of Mbonga's village,
for Tarzan Of the Apes had decided
to mark his evolutions from the
lower orders in every possible, man.
ner, and nothing seemed to him a
more distinguishing badge of man
hood than ornaments and clothing.
To this end, therefore, he col
lected the various arm and leg orna-
ments he had taken from the black
warriors who had succumbed to his
swift and silent moose, and doomed
them all after the way he had seen
them worn.
About his neck hung the golden
chain from which depended the dia-
mond ~encrusted locket of his mother.
the Lady Alice. At his back was a
culver Of arrows slung from a
leathern shoulder belt, another
piece Of loot from some vanquished
black.
About his waist was a belt of tiny
strips Of rawhide fashioned by him.
self as a support for the homemade
scabbard in which hung his fathers
hunting knife. The long bow which
had been Kulonga's hung over his
left shoulder.
The young Lord Gsreystoke was
indeed a strange and warlike figure,
his mass of black hair falling to his
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