The lion was quite close to him now--but a few paces intervened--he
crouched, and then, with a deafening roar, he sprang.





Chapter 11

John Caldwell, London




As Numa EL ADREA launched himself with widespread paws and bared
fangs he looked to find this puny man as easy prey as the score who
had gone down beneath him in the past. To him man was a clumsy,
slow-moving, defenseless creature--he had little respect for him.

But this time he found that he was pitted against a creature as
agile and as quick as himself. When his mighty frame struck the
spot where the man had been he was no longer there.

The watching girl was transfixed by astonishment at the ease with
which the crouching man eluded the great paws. And now, O Allah!
He had rushed in behind EL ADREA'S shoulder even before the beast
could turn, and had grasped him by the mane. The lion reared upon
his hind legs like a horse--Tarzan had known that he would do this,
and he was ready. A giant arm encircled the black-maned throat,
and once, twice, a dozen times a sharp blade darted in and out of