Again and again he buried his
teeth in the flesh of a foeman. He was upon one and gone again to
another before an effective blow could be dealt him. Yet, though
great was the weight of his execution in determining the result of
the combat, it was outweighed by the terror which he inspired in
the simple, superstitious minds of his foeman. To them this white
warrior, who consorted with the great apes and the fierce baboons,
who growled and snarled and snapped like a beast, was not human.
He was a demon of the forest--a fearsome god of evil whom they had
offended, and who had come out of his lair deep in the jungle to
punish them. And because of this belief there were many who offered
but little defense, feeling as they did the futility of pitting
their puny mortal strength against that of a deity.
Those who could fled, until at last there were no more to pay
the penalty for a deed, which, while not beyond them, they were,
nevertheless, not guilty of. Panting and bloody, Korak paused for
want of further victims. The baboons gathered about him, sated
themselves with blood and battle.
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