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Tarzan looked with wonder upon the strange creature
beneath him—so like him in form and yet so different in
face and color. His books had portrayed the NEGRO, but
how different had been the dull, dead print to this sleek
thing of ebony, pulsing with life.
As the man stood there with taut drawn bow Tarzan rec-
ognized him not so much the NEGRO as the ARCHER of
his picture book—
A stands for ArcherHow wonderful! Tarzan almost betrayed his presence in
the deep excitement of his discovery.
But things were commencing to happen below him. The
sinewy black arm had drawn the shaft far back; Horta, the
boar, was charging, and then the black released the little
poisoned arrow, and Tarzan saw it fly with the quickness of
thought and lodge in the bristling neck of the boar.
Scarcely had the shaft left his bow ere Kulonga had fitted
another to it, but Horta, the boar, was upon him so quickly
that he had no time to discharge it. With a bound the black
leaped entirely over the rushing beast and turning with in-
credible swiftness planted a second arrow in Horta’s back.
Then Kulonga sprang into a near-by tree.
Horta wheeled to charge his enemy once more; a dozen
steps he took, then he staggered and fell upon his side. For
a moment his muscles stiffened and relaxed convulsively,
then he lay still.