? ? ? ? Tarzan laughed, and in another moment the jungle had swallowed him.
? ? ? ? The men stood silent for some moments and then slowly turned and walked back to the hotel veranda.
? ? ? ? Tarzan had no sooner entered the jungle than he took to the trees, and it was with a feeling of exultant freedom that he swung once more through the forest branches.
? ? ? ? This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance.
? ? ? ? At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.
? ? ? ? How easy it would be to circle back to the coast, and then make toward the south and his own jungle and cabin.
? ? ? ? Now he caught the scent of Numa, for he was traveling up wind. Presently his quick ears detected the familiar sound of padded feet and the brushing of a huge, fur-clad body through the undergrowth.
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