? ? ? ? Tarzan swung himself to the trees once more, and with swift noiselessness sped along high above the trail.
? ? ? ? He had covered barely a mile when he came upon the black warrior standing in a little open space. In his hand was his slender bow to which he had fitted one of his death dealing arrows.
? ? ? ? Opposite him across the little clearing stood Horta, the boar, with lowered head and foam flecked tucks, ready to charge.
? ? ? ? Tarzan looked with wonder upon the strange creature beneath him--so like him in form and yet so different in face and color. His books had portrayed the NEGRO, but how different had been the dull, dead print to this sleek thing of ebony, pulsing with life.
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