their weapons the warriors hastened to fetch spear, shield, arrows,
and a bow. His friend of the encounter presented him with the
knife with which he had killed Numa. There was nothing in all the
village he could not have had for the asking.

How much easier this was, thought Tarzan, than murder and robbery to
supply his wants. How close he had been to killing this man whom
he never had seen before, and who now was manifesting by every
primitive means at his command friendship and affection for his
would-be slayer. Tarzan of the Apes was ashamed. Hereafter he
would at least wait until he knew men deserved it before he thought
of killing them.

The idea recalled Rokoff to his mind. He wished that he might
have the Russian to himself in the dark jungle for a few minutes.
There was a man who deserved killing if ever any one did. And if
he could have seen Rokoff at that moment as he assiduously bent
every endeavor to the pleasant task of ingratiating himself into
the affections of the beautiful Miss Strong, he would have longed
more than ever to mete out to the man the fate he deserved.

Tarzan's first night with the savages was devoted to a wild orgy
in his honor. There was feasting, for the hunters had brought in
an antelope and a zebra as trophies of their skill, and gallons
of the weak native beer were consumed. As the warriors danced in
the firelight, Tarzan was again impressed by the symmetry of their
figures and the regularity of their features--the flat noses and
thick lips of the typical West Coast savage were entirely missing.
In repose the faces of the men were intelligent and dignified,
those of the women ofttimes prepossessing.