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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

He had little doubt, of course, but that he should succeed; but it is to his credit that he did have some slight doubts.


? ? ? ? "You needn't be afraid of the lion," said Meriem, noting his slight hesitancy. "There hasn't been a man eater around here for two years, Bwana says, and the game is so plentiful that there is no necessity to drive Numa to human flesh. Then, he has been so often hunted that he rather keeps out of man's way."


? ? ? ? "Oh, I'm not afraid of lions," replied the Hon. Morison. "I was just thinking what a beastly uncomfortable place a forest is to ride in. What with the underbrush and the low branches and all that, you know, it's not exactly cut out for pleasure riding."


? ? ? ? "Let's go a-foot then," suggested Meriem, and started to dismount.


? ? ? ? "Oh, no," cried the Hon. Morison, aghast at this suggestion. "Let's ride," and he reined his pony into the dark shadows of the wood. Behind him came Meriem and in front, prowling ahead waiting a favorable opportunity, skulked Numa, the lion.


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