the story of the tragedy at a single glance. He approached the spitting cub, expecting it to turn and run away; but it did nothing of the sort. Instead it snarled more ferociously and struck at his extended hand as he stooped and reached for it.
"What a brave little fellow," cried Jane. "Poor little orphan!"
"He's going to make a great lion, or he would have if his dam had lived," said Korak. "Look at that back—as straight and strong as a spear. Too bad the rascal has got to die."
"He doesn't have to die," returned Tarzan.
"There's not much chance for him—he'll need milk for a couple of months more, and who's going to get it for him?"
"I am," replied Tarzan.
"You're going to adopt him?"
Tarzan nodded.
Korak and Jane laughed. "That'll be fine," commented the former.
"Lord Greystoke, foster mother to the son of Numa," laughed Jane.
Tarzan smiled with them, but he did not cease his attentions toward the cub. Reaching out suddenly he caught the little lion by the scruff of its neck and then stroking it gently he talked to it in a low, crooning tone. I do not know what he said; but perhaps the cub did, for presently it ceased its struggles and no longer sought to scratch or bite the caressing hand. After that he picked it up and held it against his breast. It did not
