"Now will we ride in the state that our forebears knew, before which
the pomp of modern kings pales into cheap and tawdry insignificance.
How would you like to canter through Hyde Park on a mount like
this?"
"I am afraid the Bobbies would be shocked by our riding habits,
John," she cried, laughingly.
Tarzan guided the gryf in the direction that they wished to go.
Steep embankments and rivers proved no slightest obstacle to the
ponderous creature.
"A prehistoric tank, this," Jane assured him, and laughing and
talking they continued on their way. Once they came unexpectedly
upon a dozen Ho-don warriors as the gryf emerged suddenly into
a small clearing. The fellows were lying about in the shade of a
single tree that grew alone. When they saw the beast they leaped
to their feet in consternation and at their shouts the gryf issued
his hideous, challenging bellow and charged them. The warriors
fled in all directions while Tarzan belabored the beast across the
snout with his spear in an effort to control him, and at last he
succeeded, just as the gryf was almost upon one poor devil that
it seemed to have singled out for its special prey. With an angry
grunt the gryf stopped and the man, with a single backward glance
that showed a face white with terror, disappeared in the jungle he
had been seeking to reach.
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