parted and Numa, the lion, strode majestically into view. His
yellow-green eyes were fastened upon Tarzan as he halted just
within the clearing and glared enviously at the successful hunter,
for Numa had had no luck this night.

From the lips of the ape-man broke a rumbling growl of warning.
Numa answered but he did not advance. Instead he stood waving
his tail gently to and fro, and presently Tarzan squatted upon his
kill and cut a generous portion from a hind quarter. Numa eyed him
with growing resentment and rage as, between mouthfuls, the ape-man
growled out his savage warnings. Now this particular lion had
never before come in contact with Tarzan of the Apes and he was much
mystified. Here was the appearance and the scent of a man-thing
and Numa had tasted of human flesh and learned that though not the
most palatable it was certainly by far the easiest to secure, yet
there was that in the bestial growls of the strange creature which
reminded him of formidable antagonists and gave him pause, while
his hunger and the odor of the hot flesh of Bara goaded him almost
to madness. Always Tarzan watched him, guessing what was passing
in the little brain of the carnivore and well it was that he did
watch him, for at last Numa could stand it no longer. His tail shot
suddenly erect and at the same instant the wary ape-man, knowing
all too well what the signal portended, grasped the remainder of
the deer's hind quarter between his teeth and leaped into a nearby
tree as Numa charged him with all the speed and a sufficient
semblance of the weight of an express train.

Tarzan's retreat was no indication that he felt fear. Jungle life
is ordered along different lines than ours and different standards
prevail. Had Tarzan been famished he would, doubtless, have stood