As the rising sun dispelled the shadows of the night, Tarzan found
himself again upon the verge of a great forest into which his guide
plunged, taking nimbly to the branches of the trees through which
he made his way with the celerity of long habitude and hereditary
instinct, but though aided by a prehensile tail, fingers, and
toes, the man-thing moved through the forest with no greater ease
or surety than did the giant ape-man.
It was during this journey that Tarzan recalled the wound in his
side inflicted upon him the previous night by the raking talons
of Numa, the lion, and examining it was surprised to discover that
not only was it painless but along its edges were no indications
of inflammation, the results doubtless of the antiseptic powder
his strange companion had sprinkled upon it.
They had proceeded for a mile or two when Tarzan's companion came
to earth upon a grassy slope beneath a great tree whose branches
overhung a clear brook. Here they drank and Tarzan discovered
the water to be not only deliciously pure and fresh but of an icy
temperature that indicated its rapid descent from the lofty mountains
of its origin.
Casting aside his loin cloth and weapons Tarzan entered the little
pool beneath the tree and after a moment emerged, greatly refreshed
and filled with a keen desire to breakfast.
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