Sudden
hatred flared in them to wither the expression of glad friendliness
that had lighted them but an instant before. With a low snarl,
quite similar to that of a baffled beast, he turned and ran into
the jungle. There was Akut awaiting him in a tree. The ape urged
him to hasten in flight, for the wise old anthropoid knew that they
two, naked and unarmed, were no match for the sinewy black warriors
who would doubtless make some sort of search for them through the
jungle.
But a new power moved the son of Tarzan. He had come with a boy's
glad and open heart to offer his friendship to these people who
were human beings like himself. He had been met with suspicion
and spears. They had not even listened to him. Rage and hatred
consumed him. When Akut urged speed he held back. He wanted to
fight, yet his reason made it all too plain that it would be but
a foolish sacrifice of his life to meet these armed men with his
naked hands and his teeth--already the boy thought of his teeth,
of his fighting fangs, when possibility of combat loomed close.
Moving slowly through the trees he kept his eyes over his shoulder,
though he no longer neglected the possibilities of other dangers
which might lurk on either hand or ahead--his experience with the
lioness did not need a repetition to insure the permanency of the
lesson it had taught.
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