Thenthebullliftedhertohisshoulderandturnedbacktothetrailtowardthesouthfromwhencehehadcome。
UponthegroundlaythequietformoflittleGazan。
Hedidnotmoan。Hedidnotmove。Thesunroseslowlytowardmeridian。Amangything，liftingitsnosetoscentthejunglebreeze，creptthroughtheunderbrush。
ItwasDango，thehyena。Presentlyitsuglymuzzlebrokethroughsomenear-byfoliageanditscrueleyesfasteneduponGazan。
Earlythatmorning，TarzanoftheApeshadgonetothecabinbythesea，wherehepassedmanyanhouratsuchtimesasthetribewasranginginthevicinity。