? ? ? ? The savage, whirling bodies circled nearer. Now a spear sprang forth and touched his arm. The sharp pain and the feel of hot, trickling blood assured him of the awful reality of his hopeless position.
? ? ? ? Another spear and then another touched him. He closed his eyes and held his teeth firm set--he would not cry out.
? ? ? ? He was a soldier of France, and he would teach these beasts how an officer and a gentleman died.
? ? ? ? ?? Tarzan of the Apes needed no interpreter to translate the story of those distant shots. With Jane Porter's kisses still warm upon his lips he was swinging with incredible rapidity through the forest trees straight toward the village of Mbonga.
? ? ? ? He was not interested in the location of the encounter, for he judged that that would soon be over. Those who were killed he could not aid, those who escaped would not need his assistance.
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