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While you are away--" she said. "You are going away?"

When the boma is built I am going out after meat," he replied. "Tomorrow I will

go again and take you and show you how you may make your own kills after I am

gone."

Without a word she took the gourds and walked toward the river. As she filled

them, her mind was occupied with painful forebodings of the future. She knew

that Tarzan had passed a death sentence upon her, and that the moment that he

left her, her doom was sealed, for it could be but a question of time--a very short

time--before the grim jungle would claim her, for how could a lone woman hope

successfully to combat the savage forces of destruction which constituted so large

a part of existence in the jungle?

So occupied was she with the gloomy prophecies that she had neither ears nor

eyes for what went on about her. Mechanically she filled the gourds and, taking

them up, turned slowly to retrace her steps to the boma only to voice immediately

a half-stifled scream and shrank back from the menacing figure looming before

her and blocking her way to the hut.

Go-lat, the king ape, hunting a little apart from his tribe, had seen the woman go

to the river for water, and it was he who confronted her when she turned back

with her filled gourds. Go-lat was not a pretty creature when judged by standards

of civilized humanity, though the shes of his tribe and even Go-lat himself,

considered his glossy black coat shot with silver, his huge arms dangling to his

knees, his bullet head sunk between his mighty shoulders, marks of great

personal beauty. His wicked, bloodshot eyes and broad nose, his ample mouth

and great fighting fangs only enhanced the claim of this Adonis of the forest upon

the affections of his shes.

Doubtless in the little, savage brain there was a well-formed conviction that this

strange she belonging to the Tarmangani must look with admiration upon so

handsome a creature as Go-lat, for there could be no doubt in the mind of any

that his beauty entirely eclipsed such as the hairless white ape might lay claim

to.

But Bertha Kircher saw only a hideous beast, a fierce and terrible caricature of

man. Could Go-lat have known what passed through her mind, he must have

been terribly chagrined, though the chances are that he would have attributed it

to a lack of discernment on her part. Tarzan heard the girl's cry and looking up

saw at a glance the cause of her terror. Leaping lightly over the boma, he ran

swiftly toward her as Go-lat lumbered closer to the girl the while he voiced his

emotions in low gutturals which, while in reality the most amicable of advances,

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