At length as darkness settled upon the jungle the animals commenced to bestir themselves, and soon they formed a great circle surrounding the earthen drums. Most of these animals squat in a thin line at the outer periphery of the circle, while just in front of them ranged Tantor and Terk. Before the drums sat the two notorious apes Naoki and Kerchak, each armed with knotted branch pairs fifteen or eighteen inches in length.
As the light in the small amphitheatre crater of trees increased, many animals get overcrowded and fight each other to go into the earthen crater until presently a wild, rhythmic din pervaded the cloudforest for miles in every direction. Everyone wants to listen to the dull booming that betokened the summer Jagodan.
Occasionally, Tantor would raise his bellow or Maki her screech in answering challenge to the savage din, but none came near to investigate or attack, for the jungle animals, assembled in all the power of their numbers, filled the breasts of their jungle neighbours and friends with deep respect.
Tarzan is here to squeeze out. His spurting dark brown, sweat-streaked, muscular body, glistening in the moonlight, shone supple and very graceful among a crowd of uncouth and awkward animals. As many of them fall down into a crowd of strangler figs, and the betrayal of Naoki and Kerchak begin, the young Tarzan beat upon his mighty chest and pecs, breast and tits, screaming out once more his cry of nought.