the same. Man, too, was the most unlovely of
creatures--with his skinny legs and his big stomach, his filed teeth,
and his thick, red lips. Man was disgusting. Tarzan's gaze was
riveted upon the hideous old warrior wallowing in filth beneath him.

There! the thing was struggling to its knees to reach for another
morsel of flesh. It groaned aloud in pain and yet it persisted in
eating, eating, ever eating. Tarzan could endure it no longer--neither
his hunger nor his disgust. Silently he slipped to the ground with the
bole of the great tree between himself and the feaster.

The man was still kneeling, bent almost double in agony, before the
cooking pot. His back was toward the ape-man. Swiftly and noiselessly
Tarzan approached him. There was no sound as steel fingers closed
about the black throat. The struggle was short, for the man was old
and already half stupefied from the effects of the gorging and the beer.

Tarzan dropped the inert mass and scooped several large pieces of meat
from the cooking pot--enough to satisfy even his great hunger--then he
raised the body of the feaster and shoved it into the vessel. When the
other blacks awoke they would have something to think about! Tarzan
grinned. As he turned toward the tree with his meat, he picked up a
vessel containing beer and raised it to his lips, but at the first
taste he spat the stuff from his mouth and tossed the primitive tankard
aside. He was quite sure that even Dango would draw the line at such
filthy tasting drink as that, and his contempt for man increased with
the conviction.

Tarzan swung off into the jungle some half mile or so before he paused
to partake of his stolen food. He noticed that it gave forth a strange
and unpleasant odor, but assumed that this was due to the fact that it
had stood in a vessel of water above a fire. Tarzan was, of course,
unaccustomed to cooked food. He did not like it; but he was very
hungry and had eaten a considerable portion of his haul before it was
really borne in upon him that the stuff was nauseating. It required
far less than he had imagined it would to satisfy his appetite.

Throwing the balance to the ground he curled up in a convenient crotch
and sought slumber; but slumber seemed difficult to woo. Ordinarily
Tarzan of the Apes was asleep as quickly as a dog after it curls itself
upon a hearthrug before a roaring blaze; but tonight he squirmed and
twisted, for at the pit of his stomach was