His journey across the plain was interrupted by the discovery of a
small herd of antelope in a little swale, where the cover and the
wind were well combined to make stalking easy. A fat yearling
rewarded a half hour of stealthy creeping and a sudden, savage rush,
and it was late in the afternoon when the ape-man settled himself
upon his haunches beside his kill to enjoy the fruits of his skill,
his cunning, and his prowess.

His hunger satisfied, thirst next claimed his attention. The river
lured him by the shortest path toward its refreshing waters, and
when he had drunk, night already had fallen and he was some half
mile or more down stream from the point where he had seen the pile
of yellow ingots, and where he hoped to meet the memory woman, or
find some clew to her whereabouts or her identity.

To the jungle bred, time is usually a matter of small moment, and
haste, except when engendered by terror, by rage, or by hunger, is
distasteful. Today was gone. Therefore tomorrow, of which there
was an infinite procession, would answer admirably for Tarzan's
further quest. And, besides, the ape-man was tired and would sleep.

A tree afforded him the safety, seclusion and comforts of
a well-appointed bedchamber, and to the chorus of the hunters and
the hunted of the wild river bank he soon dropped off into deep
slumber.

Morning found him both hungry and thirsty again, and dropping from
his tree he made his way to the drinking place at the river's edge.
There he found Numa, the lion, ahead of him. The big fellow was