Bara, the deer, who had fallen prey to his quick noose.

Early the next morning he resumed his journey, always following
the course of the stream. For three days he continued his quest,
until he had come to a part of the jungle in which he never before
had been. Occasionally upon the higher ground the forest was much
thinner, and in the far distance through the trees he could see
ranges of mighty mountains, with wide plains in the foreground.
Here, in the open spaces, were new game--countless antelope and
vast herds of zebra. Tarzan was entranced--he would make a long
visit to this new world.

On the morning of the fourth day his nostrils were suddenly surprised
by a faint new scent. It was the scent of man, but yet a long way
off. The ape-man thrilled with pleasure. Every sense was on the
alert as with crafty stealth he moved quickly through the trees,
up-wind, in the direction of his prey. Presently he came upon
it--a lone warrior treading softly through the jungle.

Tarzan followed close above his quarry, waiting for a clearer space
in which to hurl his rope. As he stalked the unconscious man, new
thoughts presented themselves to the ape-man--thoughts born of the
refining influences of civilization, and of its cruelties. It came
to him that seldom if ever did civilized man kill a fellow being
without some pretext, however slight. It was true that Tarzan
wished this man's weapons and ornaments, but was it necessary to
take his life to obtain them?

The longer he thought about it, the more repugnant became the
thought of taking human life needlessly; and thus it happened that