irksome, and then the little black seemed so

stupid and fearful to Tarzan. It was quite helpless

against even the lesser of the jungle creatures.

Tarzan wondered how it had survived at all. He

tried to teach it, and found a ray of hope in the

fact that Go-bu-balu had mastered a few words of

the language of the anthropoids, and that he

could now cling to a high-tossed branch without

screaming in fear; but there was something

about the child which worried Tarzan, He often

had watched the blacks within their village. He

had seen the children playing, and always there

had been much laughter; but little Go-bu-balu

never laughed. It was true that Tarzan himself

never laughed. Upon occasion he smiled, grimly,

but to laughter he was a stranger. The black,

however, should have laughed, reasoned the ape-

man. It was the way of the G-omangani.

Also, he saw that the little fellow often

refused food and was growing thinner day by

day. At times he surprised the boy sobbing softly