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Tarzan on Mars<br />

green but almost as white as himself. He alone had caught<br />

sight of her on the previous day, and his curiosity concerning<br />

her had been greatly aroused at the moment. Either she<br />

would be interesting to inspect or, undoubtedly, very tender<br />

to the taste, should he ever decide to catch her and tear her<br />

apart to pass around among the members of his tribe.<br />

But for the moment, he felt like napping in his warm<br />

patch of afternoon sunlight. Tomorrow, perhaps, he would<br />

catch her.<br />

There was always tomorrow...<br />

Thus, when La sprang in through the window, it was that<br />

evolutionary isthmus, Churg, whom she aroused from<br />

innocent slumber. Instinct brought him to his feet with a<br />

warning growl, and he grasped her wrist.<br />

In that moment, he recognized the strange white female<br />

creature whom the green men had captured. Now that she<br />

was close and in his grasp, he saw that she was indeed a<br />

tender morsel. Perhaps she would be very good to eat, but his<br />

belly was full. Well, he could kill her now so that she would<br />

not bother his nap, and eat her later when he was hungry.<br />

Before smashing her skull, however, it might be clever<br />

of him to ask her where men kept their secret power. For the<br />

moment, he failed to realize that men did not speak the<br />

language of the apes.<br />

"What is the secret strength of man?" he asked, simply<br />

and directly voicing the greatest question of the ages.<br />

To La, it was not too much to expect that the apes of this<br />

world should employ the same common denominator of<br />

primordial expression as those of her former life. The fact<br />

that she understood his guttural barks, grunts and whines did<br />

not startle her, but his question did. Also, she was mystified<br />

by the face that he wore rudimentary harness fashioned of<br />

poorly cured strips of thoat hide.<br />

There was no time to be clever. The respite of speech<br />

was haven enough for the moment. And therefore, La an-<br />

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