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Tarzan on Mars
anima, itself, would prevent him from overshooting his goal.
With an irrepressible growl, Tarzan sprang. He hurtled
through the air, and even as his arm locked about the thoat's
long neck it was already in startled flight. The forward
momentum, however, served to swing the apeman onto its
back.
The thoat raced headlong down the valley, while Tarzan
clung to its back and plunged his hunting knife again and again
into it bleeding chest.
Soon it faltered, tripped, and fell. Not so defenseless as
Bara, however, it raised its head to snap at him with its
formidable teeth, and Tarzan barely missed being defaced. In
automatic defensive response to the creature's maneuver, he
struck back at the flashing head with his fist.
Again, he felt and heard the snapping of bone, and the
thoat died with a broken skull. Tarzan sat there a moment and
surveyed his amazing kill. Then, slowly, an old familiar elixir
crept into his blood, and he rose silently to his feet.
He raised his head to the lowering, single moon. Standing
on the body of the dead thoat, he opened his lips and
broke the vast stillness of the Barsoomian night with the farechoing
victory cry of the bull ape.
It was the exultant dawn cry of the primordial, the
subconscious, yearning cry of all created things, wresting
single identity from the wilderness of the undefined, asserting
itself against all the unknown forces of nature in one long,
soul-born outpouring of mortal challenge.
Startled Cluros paused on the horizon, then fled incontinently
in pursuit of his distant sister, Thuria.
That weird, ringing cry carried afar in the thin, crisp air
of Barsoom, even as Tarzan crouched over his kill and tore
loose a great, red, dripping steak of savor flesh. And there
were two, in particular, who heard it.
One there was who gasped, listening, wondering—not
daring to hope that there was something terribly familiar
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