And consequent to this thought there enveloped him a blind frenzy
of hatred for these creatures who dared thwart his purpose and menace
the welfare of his wife. With a savage growl he threw himself upon
the warrior before him twisting the heavy club from the creature's
hand as if he had been a little child, and with his left fist backed
by the weight and sinew of his giant frame, he crashed a shattering
blow to the center of the Waz-don's face--a blow that crushed the
bones and dropped the fellow in his tracks. Then he swung upon the
others with their fallen comrade's bludgeon striking to right and
left mighty, unmerciful blows that drove down their own weapons
until that wielded by the ape-man was splintered and shattered. On
either hand they fell before his cudgel; so rapid the delivery of
his blows, so catlike his recovery that in the first few moments
of the battle he seemed invulnerable to their attack; but it could
not last--he was outnumbered twenty to one and his undoing came
from a thrown club. It struck him upon the back of the head. For
a moment he stood swaying and then like a great pine beneath the
woodsman's ax he crashed to earth.
Others of the Kor-ul-lul had rushed to engage the balance of Om-at's
party. They could be heard fighting at a short distance and it was
evident that the Kor-ul-ja were falling slowly back and as they
fell Om-at called to the missing one: "Tarzan the Terrible! Tarzan
the Terrible!"
"Jad-guru, indeed," repeated one of the Kor-ul-lul rising from
where Tarzan had dropped him.
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