The ape-boy, leaping after the panther, cried aloud to the beast in an effort to turn it from Teeka

or otherwise distract its attention until the she-ape could gain the safety of the higher branches
where Sheeta dare not go.

He called the panther every opprobrious name that fell to his tongue. He dared him to stop and
do battle with him ; but Sheeta only loped on after the luscious titbit now almost within his
reach.

Tarzan was not far behind and he was gaining, but the distance was so short that he scarce
hoped to overhaul the carnivore before it had felled Teeka. In his right hand the boy swung his
grass rope above his head as he ran. He hated to chance a miss, for the distance was much
greater than he ever had cast before except in practice. It was the full length of his grass rope
which separated him from Sheeta, and yet there was no other thing to do. He could not reach
the brute's side before it overhauled Teeka. He must chance a throw.