The ape-man traveled swiftly through the forest, and about noon
came to the site of the village, but to his disappointment found
that the jungle had overgrown the plantain fields and that the
thatched huts had fallen in decay. There was no sign of man. He
clambered about among the ruins for half an hour, hoping that he
might discover some forgotten weapon, but his search was without
fruit, and so he took up his quest once more, following up the
stream, which flowed from a southeasterly direction. He knew that
near fresh water he would be most likely to find another settlement.

As he traveled he hunted as he had hunted with his ape people in
the past, as Kala had taught him to hunt, turning over rotted logs
to find some toothsome vermin, running high into the trees to rob
a bird's nest, or pouncing upon a tiny rodent with the quickness
of a cat. There were other things that he ate, too, but the less
detailed the account of an ape's diet, the better--and Tarzan was
again an ape, the same fierce, brutal anthropoid that Kala had
taught him to be, and that he had been for the first twenty years
of his life.

Occasionally he smiled as he recalled some friend who might even
at the moment be sitting placid and immaculate within the precincts
of his select Parisian club--just as Tarzan had sat but a few months
before; and then he would stop, as though turned suddenly to stone
as the gentle breeze carried to his trained nostrils the scent of
some new prey or a formidable enemy.

That night he slept far inland from his cabin, securely wedged
into the crotch of a giant tree, swaying a hundred feet above the
ground. He had eaten heartily again--this time from the flesh of