Froth flecked its hideous lips. Red were the little eyes.
Blood curdling roars tumbled from the deep chest. But it did not
reach its feet. The Killer stood waiting above it, and the moment
that the hairy chin came upon the proper level another blow that
would have felled an ox sent the ape over backward.
Again and again the beast struggled to arise, but each time the
mighty Tarmangani stood waiting with ready fist and pile driver
blow to bowl him over. Weaker and weaker became the efforts of the
bull. Blood smeared his face and breast. A red stream trickled
from nose and mouth. The crowd that had cheered him on at first
with savage yells, now jeered him--their approbation was for the
Tarmangani.
"Kagoda?" inquired Korak, as he sent the bull down once more.
Again the stubborn bull essayed to scramble to his feet. Again
The Killer struck him a terrific blow. Again he put the question,
kagoda--have you had enough?
For a moment the bull lay motionless. Then from between battered
lips came the single word: "Kagoda!"
"Then rise and go back among your people," said Korak.
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