He turned to the apes. “Go back to your feeding,” he said, “and let this Gomangani go his way in peace. He has not harmed us, and last night I saw him fighting Numa and Sabor with fire, alone in the jungle. He is brave. Why should we kill one who is brave and who has not attacked us? Let him go.”
The apes growled. They were displeased. “Kill the Gomangani!” cried one.
“Yes,” roared another, “kill the Gomangani and the Tarmangani as well.”
“Kill the white ape!” screamed Gozan, “he is no ape at all; but a Gomangani with his skin off.”
“Kill Tarzan!” bellowed Gunto. “Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The bulls were now indeed working themselves into the frenzy of slaughter; but against Tarzan rather than the black man. A shaggy form charged through them, hurling those it came in contact with to one sid
