Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 23, 1924 — page 122: what you’re looking at

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280. her cudgel above her head and grimaced horribly. The others danced about her, imitating her expression and her actions, and when she started off toward the forest they trooped behind her, a savage, blood-thirsty company—all but the woman who still lay panting where she had fallen. She had had enough of man—she was through with him forever. “ For this you shall die!”’ screamed Car- aftap, as he rushed upon Tarzan of the Apes in the long gallery of the slaves’ quar- ters in the quarry of Elkomoelhago, king of Veltoptismakus. The ape-man stepped quickly aside, - avoiding the other, and tripped him with a foot, sending him sprawling, face down- ward, upon the floor. Caraftap, before he rose, looked about as though in search of a weapon and, his eyes alighting upon the hot brazier, he reached forth to seize it. A murmur of disapproval rose from the slaves who, having been occupied nearby, had seen the inception of the quarrel. “No weapons!” cried one. ‘It is not permitted among us. Fight with your bare hands or not at all.” But Caraftap was too drunk with hate and jealousy to hear them, or to heed had he heard, and so he grasped the brazier and, rising, rushed at Tarzan to hurl it in his face. Now it was another who tripped him and this time two slaves leaped upon him and wrenched fhe brazier from his hand. “Fight fair!” they admonished him, and dragged him to his feet. Tarzan had stood smiling and indifferent, for the rage of others amused him where it was greater than circumstances warrant- ed, and now he waited for Caraftap, and when his adversary saw the smile upon his face it but increased his spleen, so that he fairly leaped upon the ape-man in his mad- ness to destroy him. Tarzan met him with the most surprising defense that Caraftap, who for long had been a bully among the slaves, ever had encountered. It was a doubled fist at the end of a straight arm, and it caught Caraftap upon the point of his chin, stretching him upon his back. The slaves, who had by this time gathered in ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. considerable numbers to watch the quarrel, voiced their approval in the shrill, “ Ee-ah- ee-ah,” that constituted their form of ap- plause. 7 Dazed and groggy, Caraftap staggered to his feet once more and with lowered head looked about him as if in search of his enemy. The girl, Talaskar, had come to Tarzan’s side and was standing there look- ing up into his face. ‘You are very strong,” she said, but the expression in her eyes said more, or at least it appeared to Caraftap to say more. It seemed to speak of love, whereas it was only the admiration that a normal woman al- ways feels for strength exercised in a wor- thy cause. Caraftap made a noise in his throat that sounded much like the squeal of an angry pig and once again he rushed upon the ape- man. Behind them some slaves were being let into the corridor and as the aperture was open one of the warriors beyond it, who chanced to be stooping down at the time, could see within. He saw but little, al- though what he saw was enough—a large slave with a shock of black hair raising an- other large slave high above his head and dashing him to the hard floor. The warrior, pushing the slaves aside, scrambled through into the corridor and ran forward toward its center. Before they were aware of his presence he stood facing Tarzan and Talaskar. It was Kalfastoban. “‘What is the meaning of this?” he cried in a loud voice, and then: “ Ah, ha! I see. It is the Giant. He would show the other slaves how strong he is, would he?” He glanced at Caraftap, struggling to rise from the floor, and his face grew very dark— Caraftap was a favorite of his. ‘“‘ Such things are not permitted here, fel- low!” he cried, shaking his fist in the ape- man’s face, and forgetting in his anger that the new slave neither spoke nor understood. But presently he recollected and motioned Tarzan to follow him. “A hundred lashes will explain to him that he must not quar- rel,” he said aloud, to no one in particular. but he was looking at Talaskar. “Do not punish him,” cried the gir], still forgetful of herself. ‘‘ It was all Caraftap’s fault. Zuanthrol acted in self-defense.” (EC) .OOK ANIC (E@)