end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
came to talk with Om-at and to look more closely at Tarzan;
Id-an, the son of An-un, sped swiftly toward the cliff-dwellings
through the gorge, drowning even the deep bellowings of
gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
to Kor-ul-JA. At least not yet while his rage was at white
