As she charged, Kulonga unslung his bow and fitted an

arrow with almost unthinkable quickness. Drawing the shaft

far back he drove the poisoned missile straight into the heart

of the great anthropoid.

With a horrid scream Kala plunged forward upon her face

before the astonished members of her tribe.

Roaring and shrieking the apes dashed toward Kulonga,

but that wary savage was fleeing down the trail like a

frightened antelope.

He knew something of the ferocity of these wild, hairy

men, and his one desire was to put as many miles between

himself and them as he possibly could.

They followed him, racing through the trees, for a long

distance, but finally one by one they abandoned the chase

and returned to the scene of the tragedy.

None of them had ever seen a man before, other than Tarzan,

and so they wondered vaguely what strange manner of

creature it might be that had invaded their jungle.

On the far beach by the little cabin Tarzan heard the faint

echoes of the conflict and knowing that something was

seriously amiss among the tribe he hastened rapidly toward the

direction of the sound.

When he arrived he found the entire tribe gathered jabbering

about the dead body of his slain mother.

Tarzan's grief and anger were unbounded. He roared out

his hideous challenge time and again. He beat upon his great

chest with his clenched fists, and then he fell upon the body

of Kala and sobbed out the pitiful sorrowing of his lonely heart.

To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had

manifested love and affection for him was the greatest

tragedy he had ever known.

What though Kala was a fierce and hideous ape! To Tarzan

she had been kind, she had been beautiful.