Cutting off a haunch he cached it in a nearby tree, and throwing
the balance of the carcass across his shoulder trotted back toward
the spot at which he had left the gryf. The great beast was just
emerging from the river when Tarzan, seeing it, issued the weird
cry of the Tor-o-don. The creature looked in the direction of the
sound voicing at the same time the low rumble with which it answered
the call of its master. Twice Tarzan repeated his cry before the
beast moved slowly toward him, and when it had come within a few
paces he tossed the carcass of the deer to it, upon which it fell
with greedy jaws.
"If anything will keep it within call," mused the ape-man as he
returned to the tree in which he had cached his own portion of his
kill, "it is the knowledge that I will feed it." But as he finished
his repast and settled himself comfortably for the night high among
the swaying branches of his eyrie he had little confidence that he
would ride into A-lur the following day upon his prehistoric steed.
When Tarzan awoke early the following morning he dropped lightly
to the ground and made his way to the stream. Removing his weapons
and loin cloth he entered the cold waters of the little pool, and
after his refreshing bath returned to the tree to breakfast upon
another portion of Bara, the deer, adding to his repast some fruits
and berries which grew in abundance nearby.
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