nibal, he was not overnice in
the matter of diet, he found it not always to his taste to stomach the
weird things which tickled the palates of epicures among the apes.

His large eyes were very large indeed now, his cheeks sunken, and every
rib of his emaciated body plainly discernible to whomsoever should care
to count them. Constant terror, perhaps, had had as much to do with
his physical condition as had improper food. Tarzan noticed the change
and was worried. He had hoped to see his balu wax sturdy and strong.
His disappointment was great. In only one respect did Go-bu-balu seem
to progress--he readily was mastering the language of the apes. Even
now he and Tarzan could converse in a fairly satisfactory manner by
supplementing the meager ape speech with signs; but for the most part,
Go-bu-balu was silent other than to answer questions put to him. His
great sorrow was yet too new and too poignant to be laid aside even
momentarily. Always he pined for Momaya--shrewish, hideous, repulsive,
perhaps, she would have been to you or me, but to Tibo she was mamma,
the personification of that one great love which knows no selfishness
and which does not consume itself in its own fires.

As the two hunted, or rather as Tarzan hunted and Go-bu-balu tagged
along in his wake, the ape-man noticed many things and thought much.
Once they came upon Sabor moaning in the tall grasses. About her
romped and played two little balls of fur, but her eyes were for one
which lay between her great forepaws and did not romp, one who never
would romp again.

Tarzan read aright the anguish and the suffering of the huge mother
cat. He had been minded to bait her. It was to do this that he had
sneaked silently through the trees until he had come almost above her,
but something held the ape-man as he saw the lioness grieving over her
dead cub. With the acquisition of Go-bu-balu, Tarzan had come to
realize the responsibilities and sorrows of parentage, without its
joys. His heart went out to Sabor as it might not have done a few
weeks before. As he watched her, there rose quite unbidden before him
a vision of Momaya, the skewer through the septum of her nose, her
pendulous under lip sagging beneath the weight which dragged it down.
Tarzan saw not her unloveliness; he saw only the same anguish that was
Sabor's, and he winced. That strange functioning of the mind which
sometimes is called association of ideas snapped Teeka and Gazan bef