As Tarzan stooped to lift it to his shoulder there fell upon his
ears a thunderous bellow that seemed almost at his right elbow,
and as his eyes shot in the direction of the sound, there broke
upon his vision such a creature as paleontologists have dreamed as
having possibly existed in the dimmest vistas of Earth's infancy--a
gigantic creature, vibrant with mad rage, that charged, bellowing,
upon him.
When Pan-at-lee awoke she looked out upon the niche in search of
Tarzan. He was not there. She sprang to her feet and rushed out,
looking down into Kor-ul-gryf guessing that he had gone down in
search of food and there she caught a glimpse of him disappearing
into the forest. For an instant she was panic-stricken. She knew
that he was a stranger in Pal-ul-don and that, so, he might not
realize the dangers that lay in that gorge of terror. Why did she
not call to him to return? You or I might have done so, but no
Pal-ul-don, for they know the ways of the gryf--they know the weak
eyes and the keen ears, and that at the sound of a human voice
they come. To have called to Tarzan, then, would but have been to
invite disaster and so she did not call. Instead, afraid though she
was, she descended into the gorge for the purpose of overhauling
Tarzan and warning him in whispers of his danger. It was a brave act,
since it was performed in the face of countless ages of inherited
fear of the creatures that she might be called upon to face.
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