"It is a lesson," he resumed. "You have learned that you
may not for too long keep your eyes and your ears and your nose
all bent in the same direction."
That night the son of Tarzan was colder than he ever had been in
all his life. The pajama trousers had not been heavy; but they
had been much heavier than nothing. And the next day he roasted in
the hot sun, for again their way led much across wide and treeless
plains.
It was still in the boy's mind to travel to the south, and circle
back to the coast in search of another outpost of civilization.
He had said nothing of this plan to Akut, for he knew that the old
ape would look with displeasure upon any suggestion that savored
of separation.
For a month the two wandered on, the boy learning rapidly the laws
of the jungle; his muscles adapting themselves to the new mode of
life that had been thrust upon them. The thews of the sire had
been transmitted to the son--it needed only the hardening of use
to develop them. The lad found that it came quite naturally to him
to swing through the trees. Even at great heights he never felt
the slightest dizziness, and when he had caught the knack of the
swing and the release, he could hurl himself through space from
branch to branch with even greater agility than the heavier Akut.
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