Beforethemrosethegrimandsilentmountains。Tarzan’sbloodleapedinhisveins。Thiswaslife！Helookeddownuponthegirlbesidehim——adaughterofthedesertwalkingacrossthefaceofadeadworldwithasonofthejungle。Hesmiledatthethought。Hewishedthathehadhadasister，andthatshehadbeenlikethisgirl。Whatabullychumshewouldhavebeen！
Theyhadenteredthemountainsnow，andwereprogressingmoreslowly，forthetrailwassteeperandveryrocky。
Forafewminutestheyhadbeensilent。Thegirlwaswonderingiftheywouldreachherfather’sDOUARbeforethepursuithadovertakenthem。Tarzanwaswishingthattheymightwalkonthusforever。Ifthegirlwereonlyamantheymight。Helongedforafriendwholovedthesamewildlifethatheloved。Hehadlearnedtocravecompanionship，butitwashismisfortunethatmostofthemenheknewpreferredimmaculatelinenandtheirclubstonakednessandthejungle。Itwas，ofcourse，difficulttounderstand，yetitwasveryevidentthattheydid。
Thetwohadjustturnedaprojectingrockaroundwhichthetrailranwhentheywerebroughttoasuddenstop。
There，beforethem，directlyinthemiddleofthepath，stoodNuma，ELADREA，theblacklion。Hisgreeneyeslookedverywicked，andhebaredhisteeth，andlashedhisbay—blacksideswithhisangrytail。Thenheroared——thefearsome，terror—