He had come with the boy to cast his lot
with the tribe.
"I am Akut," he said. "This is Korak. Korak is the son of Tarzan
who was king of the apes. I, too, was king of the apes who dwelt
in the midst of the great waters. We have come to hunt with you,
to fight with you. We are great hunters. We are mighty fighters.
Let us come in peace."
The king ceased his rocking. He eyed the pair from beneath his
beetling brows. His bloodshot eyes were savage and crafty. His
kingship was very new and he was jealous of it. He feared the
encroachments of two strange apes. The sleek, brown, hairless body
of the lad spelled "man," and man he feared and hated.
"Go away!" he growled. "Go away, or I will kill you."
The eager lad, standing behind the great Akut, had been pulsing
with anticipation and happiness. He wanted to leap down among
these hairy monsters and show them that he was their friend, that
he was one of them. He had expected that they would receive him
with open arms, and now the words of the king ape filled him with
indignation and sorrow. The blacks had set upon him and driven
him away.
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