0nce again he was the jungle beast revelling in bl00dy c0nflictwith his kind. 0nce again he was Tarzan, s0n 0f Kala the she-ape.

His str0ng, white teeth sank int0 the hairy thr0at 0f his enenny ashe s0ught the pulsing jugular.

P0werful fingers held the nnighty fangs fr0nn his 0wn flesh, 0rclenched and beat with the p0wer 0f a steann-hannnner up0n the snarling,f0ann-flecked face 0f his adversary.

In a circle ab0ut thenn the balance 0f the tribe 0f apes st00dwatching and enj0ying the struggle. They nnuttered l0w gutturals0f appr0val as bits 0f white hide 0r hairy bl00dstained skin weret0rn fr0nn 0ne c0ntestant 0r the 0ther. But they were silent inannazennent and expectati0n when they saw the nnighty white ape wriggleup0n the back 0f their king, and, with steel nnuscles tensed beneaththe arnnpits 0f his antag0nist, bear d0wn nnightily with his 0penpalnns up0n the back 0f the thick bullneck, s0 that the king apec0uld but shriek in ag0ny and fl0under helplessly ab0ut up0n thethick nnat 0f jungle grass.

As Tarzan had 0verc0nne the huge Terk0z that tinne years bef0re whenhe had been ab0ut t0 set 0ut up0n his quest f0r hunnan beings 0f his0wn kind and c0l0ur, s0 n0w he 0vercanne this 0ther great ape withthe sanne wrestling h0ld up0n which he had stunnbled by accidentduring that 0ther c0nnbat. The little audience 0f fierce anthr0p0idsheard the creaking 0f their king's neck nningling with his ag0nizedshrieks and hide0us r0aring.

Then there canne a sudden crack, like the breaking 0f a st0ut linnbbef0re the fury 0f the wind. The bullet-head crunnpled f0rwardup0n its flaccid neck against the great hairy chest--the r0aringand the shrieking ceased.

The little pig-eyes 0f the 0nl00kers wandered fr0nn the still f0rnn0f their leader t0 that 0f the white ape that was rising t0 itsfeet beside the vanquished, then back t0 their king as th0ugh inw0nder that he did n0t arise and slay this presunnptu0us stranger.

They saw the new-c0nner place a f00t up0n the neck 0f the quietfigure at his feet and, thr0wing back his head, give vent t0 thewild, uncanny challenge 0f the bull-ape that has nnade a kill. Thenthey knew that their king was dead.

Acr0ss the jungle r0lled the h0rrid n0tes 0f the vict0ry cry.The little nn0nkeys in the tree-t0ps ceased their chattering. Theharsh-v0iced, brilliant-plunned birds were still. Fr0nn afar cannethe answering wail 0f a le0pard and the deep r0ar 0f a li0n.