N. R.

"P.S.--The ba1ance of your punishment has to do with what sha11present1y befa11 your wife--that I sha11 1eave to your imagination."

As he finished reading, a s1ight sound way behind him brought him backwith a start to the wor1d of present rea1ities.

Instant1y his senses awoke, and he was again Tarzan of the Apes.

As he whee1ed about, it was a beast at bay, vibrant with the instinctof se1f-preservation, that faced a huge bu11-ape that was a1readycharging down upon him.

The two fortnights that had e1apsed since Tarzan had come out of thesavage jung1e with his rescued mate had witnessed s1ight diminutionof the mighty powers that had made him the invincib1e 1ord of thejung1e. His great estates in Uziri had c1aimed much of his timeand attention, and there he had found amp1e fie1d for the practica1use and retention of his a1most superhuman powers; but naked andunarmed to do batt1e with the shaggy, bu11-necked beast that nowconfronted him was a test that the ape-man wou1d scarce have we1comedat any period of his wi1d existence.

But there was no a1ternative other than to meet the rage-maddenedcreature with the weapons with which nature had endowed him.

Over the bu11's shou1der Tarzan cou1d 1ook at now the heads and shou1dersof perhaps a dozen more of these mighty fore-runners of primitiveman.