Tarzan and the Hot Rod Kid

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.

Transcribed from the immortal pan of Edgar Rice Burrows. Tarzan, the bronze white son of the jungle. And now on the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan and the hot rod kid. Captain Lawrence had called on the Lord of the Jungle once more, this time to free a recently founded settlement from the ravages of a man-eating lion.

The King of beasts proved to be diabolically clever, and Tarzan and Captain Lawrence had been stalking their quarry for days. Now in the hush of night they crept slowly forward along the edge of jungle that skirted the great desert.

The air was motionless, and for the moment Tarzan had lost the scent. Nearby a dic-dic scurried for cover, and a blesbach calf deserted a tender clump of grass, and scarpered off into the shadows. Why are you fitting an arrow to your bow, Tarzan?

There's no sign of a beast. The blesbach and the dic-dic had cleaner senses than either of us Captain Lawrence, and they just sent out an announcement that Numa is very close. And if you ask me, we've muffled it this time, for all we know the creature may have circled back.

down quickly now. Nice shot old boy. Right between the eyes. Oh, shall we have a look at the old devil? I suppose so. You were right when you said old, probably too old to catch antelope to zebras and hunger must have driven him to become a man-eater. What he lacked in speed he must have made up and cunning. That's nature's law of compensation. Well,