fare forth into the wonder country of which little Manu had told him though it was certain that he would do it with a dry skin and an empty belly. And so he fought on until daylight when he again felt the need of rest. He was at the edge of another of those terrible canyons, the eighth he had crossed, whose precipitous sides would have taxed to the uttermost the strength of an untired man well fortified by food and water and for the first time, as he looked down into the abyss and then at the opposite side that he must scale, misgivings began to assail his mind.
He did not fear death—with the memory of his murdered mate still fresh in his mind he almost courted it, yet strong within him was that primal instinct of self-preservation—the battling force of life that would keep him an active contender against the Great Reaper until, fighting to the very last, he should be overcome by a superior power.
A shadow swung slowly across the ground beside him and looking up the ape-man saw Ska, the vulture, wheeling a wide circle above him. The grim and persistent harbinger of evil aroused the man to renewed determination. He arose and approached the edge of the canyon and then wheeling, with his face turned upward toward the circling bird of prey, he bellowed forth the challenge of the bull ape.
"I am Tarzan," he shouted, "Lord of the Jungle. Tarzan of the Apes is not for Ska, eater of carrion. Go back to the lair of Dango and feed off the leavings of the hyenas, for Tarzan will leave no bones
