"Come," he whispered. "Come slowly. Follow me. Do as Akut does."
Then he advanced slowly through the trees until he stood upon a
bough overhanging one side of the amphitheater. Here he stood in
silence for a moment. Then he uttered a low growl. Instantly a
score of apes leaped to their feet. There savage little eyes sped
quickly around the periphery of the clearing. The king ape was
the first to see the two figures upon the branch. He gave voice
to an ominous growl. Then he took a few lumbering steps in the
direction of the intruders. His hair was bristling. His legs were
stiff, imparting a halting, jerky motion to his gait. Behind him
pressed a number of bulls.
He stopped just a little before he came beneath the two--just far
enough to be beyond their spring. Wary king! Here he stood rocking
himself to and fro upon his short legs, baring his fangs in hideous
grinnings, rumbling out an ever increasing volume of growls, which
were slowly but steadily increasing to the proportions of roars.
Akut knew that he was planning an attack upon them. The old ape
did not wish to fight.
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