There were not many of them in
Pal-ul-don, but what few there were were a terror to the women of
the Waz-don and the Ho-don, for the old Tor-o-don bulls roamed the
mountains and the valleys of Pal-ul-don between rutting seasons
and woe betide the women who fell in their paths.
With his tail the Tor-o-don sought one of Tarzan's ankles, and
finding it, tripped him. The two fell heavily, but so agile was the
ape-man and so quick his powerful muscles that even in falling he
twisted the beast beneath him, so that Tarzan fell on top and now
the tail that had tripped him sought his throat as had the tail of
In-tan, the Kor-ul-lul. In the effort of turning his antagonist's
body during the fall Tarzan had had to relinquish his knife that
he might seize the shaggy body with both hands and now the weapon
lay out of reach at the very edge of the recess. Both hands were
occupied for the moment in fending off the clutching fingers that
sought to seize him and drag his throat within reach of his foe's
formidable fangs and now the tail was seeking its deadly hold with
a formidable persistence that would not be denied.
Pan-at-lee hovered about, breathless, her dagger ready, but there
was no opening that did not also endanger Tarzan, so constantly
were the two duelists changing their positions. Tarzan felt the
tail slowly but surely insinuating itself about his neck though he
had drawn his head down between the muscles of his shoulders in an
effort to protect this vulnerable part.
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