ch in his powerful hands,
then he commenced shaking it vigorously. Teeka was appalled.
Instantly she realized what the bull purposed. Gazan clung far out
upon a swaying limb. At the first shake he lost his balance, though he
did not quite fall, clinging still with his four hands; but Toog
redoubled his efforts; the shaking produced a violent snapping of the
limb to which the young ape clung. Teeka saw all too plainly what the
outcome must be and forgetting her own danger in the depth of her
mother love, rushed forward to ascend the tree and give battle to the
fearsome creature that menaced the life of her little one.

But before ever she reached the bole, Toog had succeeded, by violent
shaking of the branch, to loosen Gazan's hold. With a cry the little
fellow plunged down through the foliage, clutching futilely for a new
hold, and alighted with a sickening thud at his mother's feet, where he
lay silent and motionless. Moaning, Teeka stooped to lift the still
form in her arms; but at the same instant Toog was upon her.

Struggling and biting she fought to free herself; but the giant muscles
of the great bull were too much for her lesser strength. Toog struck
and choked her repeatedly until finally, half unconscious, she lapsed
into quasi submission. Then the bull lifted her to his shoulder and
turned back to the trail toward the south from whence he had come.

Upon the ground lay the quiet form of little Gazan. He did not moan.
He did not move. The sun rose slowly toward meridian. A mangy thing,
lifting its nose to scent the jungle breeze, crept through the
underbrush. It was Dango, the hyena. Presently its ugly muzzle broke
through some near-by foliage and its cruel eyes fastened upon Gazan.

Early that morning, Tarzan of the Apes had gone to the cabin by the
sea, where he passed many an hour at such times as the tribe was
ranging in the vicinity. On the floor lay the skeleton of a man--all
that remained of the former Lord Greystoke--lay as it had fallen some
twenty years before when Kerchak, the great ape, had thrown it,
lifeless, there. Long since had the termites and the small rodents
picked clean the sturdy English bones. For years Tarzan had seen it
lying there, giving it no more attention than he gave the countless
thousand bones that strewed his jungle haunts. On the bed another,
smaller, skeleton reposed and the youth ignored it as he ignored the
other. How could he know that the one had be