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and so, being a wise lion who was learning rapidly, he decided to keep on going

and at the end of the tunnel, emerging into the outer world, he sensed freedom,

raised his head and tail and started off at a run.

Tarzan, still on his hands and knees just inside the entrance, was taken unaware

with the result that he was sprawled forward upon his face and dragged a

hundred yards across the rocky ground before Numa was brought to a stand. It

was a scratched and angry Tarzan who scrambled to his feet. At first he was

tempted to chastise Numa; but, as the ape-man seldom permitted his temper to

guide him in any direction not countenanced by reason, he quickly abandoned

the idea.

Having taught Numa the rudiments of being driven, he now urged him forward

and there commenced as strange a journey as the unrecorded history of the

jungle contains. The balance of that day was eventful both for Tarzan and for

Numa. From open rebellion at first the lion passed through stages of stubborn

resistance and grudging obedience to final surrender. He was a very tired,

hungry, and thirsty lion when night overtook them; but there was to be no food

for him that day or the next--Tarzan did not dare risk removing the head bag,

though he did cut another hole which permitted Numa to quench his thirst

shortly after dark. Then he tied him to a tree, sought food for himself, and

stretched out among the branches above his captive for a few hours' sleep.

Early the following morning they resumed their journey, winding over the low

foothills south of Kilimanjaro, toward the east. The beasts of the jungle who saw

them took one look and fled. The scent spoor of Numa, alone, might have been

enough to have provoked flight in many of the lesser animals, but the sight of this

strange apparition that smelled like a lion, but looked like nothing they ever had

seen before, being led through the jungles by a giant Tarmangani was too much

for even the more formidable denizens of the wild.

Sabor, the lioness, recognizing from a distance the scent of her lord and master

intermingled with that of a Tarmangani and the hide of Horta, the boar, trotted

through the aisles of the forest to investigate. Tarzan and Numa heard her

coming, for she voiced a plaintive and questioning whine as the baffling mixture

of odors aroused her curiosity and her fears, for lions, however terrible they may

appear, are often timid animals and Sabor, being of the gentler sex, was,

naturally, habitually inquisitive as well.

Tarzan un-slung his spear for he knew that he might now easily have to fight to

retain his prize. Numa halted and turned his outraged head in the direction of the

coming she. He voiced a throaty growl that was almost a purr. Tarzan was upon

the point of prodding him on again when Sabor broke into view, and behind her

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