"Wait," said the ape-man, and with his spear in hand he advanced
toward the gryf, voicing the weird cry of the Tor-o-don. The
bellowing ceased and turned to low rumblings and presently the huge
beast appeared. What followed was but a repetition of the ape-man's
previous experience with these huge and ferocious creatures.
And so it was that Jane and Korak and Tarzan rode through the morass
that hems Pa-ul-don, upon the back of a prehistoric triceratops
while the lesser reptiles of the swamp fled hissing in terror. Upon
the opposite shore they turned and called back their farewells to
Ta-den and Om-at and the brave warriors they had learned to admire
and respect. And then Tarzan urged their titanic mount onward
toward the north, abandoning him only when he was assured that the
Waz-don and the Ho-don had had time to reach a point of comparative
safety among the craggy ravines of the foothills.
Turning the beast's head again toward Pal-ul-don the three dismounted
and a sharp blow upon the thick hide sent the creature lumbering
majestically back in the direction of its native haunts. For a time
they stood looking back upon the land they had just quit--the land
of Tor-o-don and gryf; of ja and jato; of Waz-don and Ho-don; a
primitive land of terror and sudden death and peace and beauty; a
land that they all had learned to love.
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