THE GIANT AGAIN
"He would scarcely accede to the demand of a stranger," said the girl. "Especially one who wanted me himself."
"Terkoz did," said Tarzan, grimly.
Jane Porter shuddered and looked fearfully, up at the giant figure beside her, for she knew that he meant the great anthropoid he had killed in her defense.
"This is not an African jungle," she said. "You are no longer a savage beast. You are a gentleman, and gentlemen do not kill in cold blood."
"I am still a wild beast at heart," he said, in a low voice, as though to himself.
Again they were silent for a time.
"Jane Porter," said the man, at length, "if you were free, would you marry me?"
She did not reply at once, but he waited patiently.
The girl was trying to collect her thoughts.
What did she know of this strange creature at her side? What did he know of himself? Who was he? Who, his parents?
Why, his very name echoed his mysterious origin and his savage life.
He had no name. Could she be happy with this jungle waif? Could she find anything in common with a husband whose life had been spent in the tree tops of an African wilderness, frolicing and fighting with fierce anthropoids; tearing his food
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