Men
have been decorated for less.
Pan-at-lee, descended from a long line of hunters, assumed that
Tarzan would move up wind and in this direction she sought his
tracks, which she soon found well marked, since he had made no effort
to conceal them. She moved rapidly until she reached the point at
which Tarzan had taken to the trees. Of course she knew what had
happened; since her own people were semi-arboreal; but she could
not track him through the trees, having no such well-developed
sense of scent as he.
She could but hope that he had continued on up wind and in this
direction she moved, her heart pounding in terror against her ribs,
her eyes glancing first in one direction and then another. She
had reached the edge of a clearing when two things happened--she
caught sight of Tarzan bending over a dead deer and at the same
instant a deafening roar sounded almost beside her. It terrified
her beyond description, but it brought no paralysis of fear.
Instead it galvanized her into instant action with the result that
Pan-at-lee swarmed up the nearest tree to the very loftiest branch
that would sustain her weight. Then she looked down.
The thing that Tarzan saw charging him when the warning bellow
attracted his surprised eyes loomed terrifically monstrous before
him--monstrous and awe-inspiring; but it did not terrify Tarzan,
it only angered him, for he saw that it was beyond even his powers
to combat and that meant that it might cause him to lose his
kill, and Tarzan was hungry.
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