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"Never have we heard such in our place!" added Bremilu, gripping his ax the tighter. "Is that a man-cry, or the cry of a beast one of the beasts you told us of, that we have never seen?" "Both! A man-beast! Kill! Kill!" Now, Allan, sure of his direction, took the lead. No longer he flashed the light, and only once more he called: "Beatrice! O Beatrice! We're coming!"
Nothing but waspishly stinging and hurting this great Man-Beast, nothing but defiance of all rules and decorums, nothing but force of the womanish kind answering to force, of the masculine kind, could be any use. Argument was foolish. They the Suffragists had already stuffed the world with argument; which only generated argument.
He fell back, clawing the air with skinny fingers, sat up again, bowed and hairy, glared at me sideways like some man-beast of folk-lore, with open mouth in his miserable and awful agony before he got his speech back after that fit. There are sights one never forgets.
And then the Willow spoke to him softly. "You are not going to run away, Baree. Non, you are going to stay with me, and we will kill that man-beast if he dares do to me again what he did back there." She flung back the loose hair from about her flushed face, and for a moment she forgot Baree as she thought of that half-minute at the edge of the chasm.
She was not frightened. It was a tremendous adventure and she throbbed with exultation at the thought of having beaten the man-beast in her own way. She could see him in the pool struggling and beating about like a great fish. He was just about crawling out of the chasm now and she laughed again as she caught Baree up under her arm.
So intent were they upon their gratulations that they entirely failed to note the silent passage of the man-beast above their heads, nor did Tantor, either, see or hear him, even though Tarzan called to him to stop. A few more steps would precipitate Tantor upon the sharpened stakes; Tarzan fairly flew through the trees until he had come abreast of the fleeing animal and then had passed him.
These two were his enemies instead of the thing on his foot the man-beast, and Netah, The Killer. He remembered as if it were yesterday. This was not the first time he had seen a man with a club in his hand. And Le Beau held a club. But he was not afraid. His steady eyes watched Netah.
"It is dead, O Kromno! The man-beast is dead! My stone ax broke its skull. See, now it lies here harmless!" The currents of thought began to flow once more. Allan struggled up, unmindful of his wounds. "Beatrice! Where is the girl?" he gasped. As though by way of answer, the tall growths swayed and crackled, and through them a dim figure loomed a man with something in his arms.
He punctuated his speech by successive downward jabs of his grimy forefinger as if he were stabbing his adversary to the heart, and Hardy turned faint and sick with chagrin. Never had he hated a man as he hated this great, overbearing brute before him this man-beast, with his hairy chest and freckled hands that clutched at him like an ape's.
The stakes at issue, as he saw it, were, upon the one side, life and freedom, freedom which was almost unbearably sweet to think of, after the long-drawn agony of the past couple of months; and upon the other side, slow death under the torture of confinement, the iron, the lash, and the mad man-beast in the leathern coat.
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