Demon of Rongu

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribe from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burrows. Tarzan, the bronze, white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr Burrows, the story of the demon of Rangoo. Tarzan had been traveling through the middle Congo for many days, but at last his goal was with insight.

Perhaps there was still time to prevent the threatened war between the people of the Pune tribe and the warriors of Rangu. But as he entered the Rangu village, his heart became heavy. The council ring was filled with warriors and in the center, devil dancers whirled in mad abandon, shaking their juju sticks and remacing hideously

through the thick white paint that covered their savage faces. Surely this was a dance of war, and once again the Congo would be dyed with a redness of native blood. I'm not going to do it.

Pass! Pass! What do you want to do? I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. It'll be a little easy to talk now. Tarzan always welcome village Rangu people. Chief always glad whole palabra with jungle lord.

But why Tarzan stop dance of devil men? Because I know what these dances lead to. Your devil dances whip themselves into a frenzy and then they make the others of your tribe hysterical. I'm sure we can find an answer to our problem in some other way.

only way. Oh no, no, no, there is another way. The problem is a simple one. Last fall, the people of the Punea tribe lent you six fine sheep. And the agreement was that you were to pay them back in kind after the lambing season. Nudil is right, but you failed to live up to your part of the agreement. The lambs were never repaid and you have given the