raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young

head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.

One by one the tribe swung down from their arboreal retreats

and formed a circle about Tarzan and his vanquished

foe. When they had all come Tarzan turned toward them.

"I am Tarzan," he cried. "I am a great killer. Let all

respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother. There be

none among you as mighty as Tarzan. Let his enemies beware."

Looking full into the wicked, red eyes of Kerchak, the

young Lord Greystoke beat upon his mighty breast and

screamed out once more his shrill cry of defiance.