great loops from the giant trees.

Tarzan of the Apes had come into his own again, and that all the
world might know it he threw back his young head, and gave voice
to the fierce, wild challenge of his tribe. For a moment silence
reigned upon the jungle, and then, low and weird, came an answering
challenge--it was the deep roar of Numa, the lion; and from a great
distance, faintly, the fearsome answering bellow of a bull ape.

Tarzan went to the brook first, and slaked his thirst. Then he
approached his cabin. The door was still closed and latched as he
and D'Arnot had left it. He raised the latch and entered. Nothing
had been disturbed; there were the table, the bed, and the little
crib built by his father--the shelves and cupboards just as they
had stood for ever twenty-three years--just as he had left them
nearly two years before.

His eyes satisfied, Tarzan's stomach began to call aloud for
attention--the pangs of hunger suggested a search for food. There
was nothing in the cabin, nor had he any weapons; but upon a wall
hung one of his old grass ropes. It had been many times broken and
spliced, so that he had discarded it for a better one long before.
Tarzan wished that he had a knife. Well, unless he was mistaken
he should have that and a spear and bows and arrows before another
sun had set--the rope would take care of that, and in the meantime
it must be made to procure food for him. He coiled it carefully,
and, throwing it about his shoulder, went out, closing the door
behind him.

Close to the cabin the jungle commenced, and into it Tarzan of the