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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

For an hour the lion remained about the water hole. A hundred times could the hunter have bagged his prey. Why did he fail to do so? Was he afraid that the shot might attract the girl and cause her to return?


? ? ? ? At last Numa, still roaring angrily, strode majestically into the jungle. The hunter crawled from his boma, and half an hour later was entering a little camp snugly hidden in the forest. A handful of black followers greeted his return with sullen indifference. He was a great bearded man, a huge, yellow-bearded giant, when he entered his tent. Half an hour later he emerged smooth shaven.


? ? ? ? His blacks looked at him in astonishment.


? ? ? ? "Would you know me?" he asked.


? ? ? ? "The hyena that bore you would not know you, Bwana," replied one.


? ? ? ? The man aimed a heavy fist at the black's face; but long experience in dodging similar blows saved the presumptuous one.



Chapter 17


? ? ? ? Meriem returned slowly toward the tree in which she had left her skirt, her shoes and her stockings.


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