The Beasts of Tarzan


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One day as he was thus engaged, tracking an unsuspecting savage, he came  
upon the fellow in the act of hurling a spear at a wounded white man who  
crouched in a clump of bush at the trail's side. The white was one whom Tarzan  
had often seen, and whom he recognized at once.  
Deep in his memory was implanted those repulsive features--the close-set eyes,  
the shifty expression, the drooping yellow moustache.  
Instantly it occurred to the ape-man that this fellow had not been among those  
who had accompanied Rokoff at the village where Tarzan had been a prisoner.  
He had seen them all, and this fellow had not been there. There could be but one  
explanation--he it was who had fled ahead of the Russian with the woman and  
the child--and the woman had been Jane Clayton. He was sure now of the  
meaning of Rokoff's words.  
The ape-man's face went white as he looked upon the pasty, vice-marked  
countenance of the Swede. Across Tarzan's forehead stood out the broad band of  
scarlet that marked the scar where, years before, Terkoz had torn a great strip of  
the ape-man's scalp from his skull in the fierce battle in which Tarzan had  
sustained his fitness to the kingship of the apes of Kerchak.  
The man was his prey--the black should not have him, and with the thought he  
leaped upon the warrior, striking down the spear before it could reach its mark.  
The black, whipping out his knife, turned to do battle with this new enemy, while  
the Swede, lying in the bush, witnessed a duel, the like of which he had never  
dreamed to see--a half-naked white man battling with a half-naked black, hand  
to hand with the crude weapons of primeval man at first, and then with hands  
and teeth like the primordial brutes from whose loins their forebears sprung.  
For a time Anderssen did not recognize the white, and when at last it dawned  
upon him that he had seen this giant before, his eyes went wide in surprise that  
this growling, rending beast could ever have been the well-groomed English  
gentleman who had been a prisoner aboard the Kincaid.  
An English nobleman! He had learned the identity of the Kincaid's prisoners from  
Lady Greystoke during their flight up the Ugambi. Before, in common with the  
other members of the crew of the steamer, he had not known who the two might  
be.  
The fight was over. Tarzan had been compelled to kill his antagonist, as the  
fellow would not surrender.  
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