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Tarzan on Mars
the process of broadjumping rather than walking, but, in a
much shorter length of time than would have been required
by a less perfectly coordinated terrestrial, he soon attained a
long, gliding stride which gave him almost the sensation of
loping along on skis.
Rapidly, he traversed the long, empty miles, his thoughts
busy with reflection and conjecture. Seven long years had
passed since that darkest day of his life when he had burst
into Jane's bedroom in the little ranch house in East Central
Africa, to find it empty of her presence. In that interim, a
great war had been fought and won, on Earth, and the affairs
of men had gradually found their normal track once more.
What might have transpired here on this far flung planet during
that period of time he could not know. But if there yet
remained any hope of finding Jane and of reconstructing, at
least, a portion of their long disrupted life together, then such
a hope, in itself, would be a cause to which he would dedicate
his whole mind and heart and every faculty and last ounce of
strength that was in him.
Yes, he told himself, in a dull, red gloom of desperation
and anger, to this he would be dedicated—even if it were to
shear from his animal hide the very last vestige of civilization
and reduce him to the status of the wild, the predatory, the
savage and primordial beast.
He paused at the entrance to a tortuous canyon through
the hills in order to partake of water and food. However, he
had no sooner taken a bite of the concentrated food than he
spat it from him in disgust. He recalled the scent of the
herbivore which he had detected earlier, and he wondered if
it might not be worth wile making an attempt to locate such
game in order to appease his suddenly aroused appetite for
raw, red meat.
At the thought, a low growl escaped his lips and he rose
up, impatient to be under way. As on many another occasion,
his belly would have to wait if it were to be satisfied with the
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