1 Chasing down a ghost
A long and messy hunt .. pursuing Wright into ever-remoter terrain. Several times Tarzan had thought he had run Wright down .. and then the devious thug had given him the slip again.
Then Tarzan got the jump on Wright. A surprise ambush. But Wright was not one to give up. The fight had been mad. Wright had fought like a wild cat. Both determined, both playing it dirty. Both out to win.
They had almost fought themselves into exhaustion .. the situation teetering to a near-standstill on the mountain ledge.
Then Wright’s hand found the rock.
“Do me a favour! Arsehole.”
Wright laughed in Tarzan’s face.
“Oldest trick in the book, apeman. Get real!”
Wright stood there. He’d managed to retrieve his rifle when the rock to the skull had temporarily stunned Tarzan. Now he had his opponent covered. And was forcing Tarzan backwards .. towards the cliff edge. A steep fall straight down. Onto rocks.
“Back up. Keep your hands where I can see them.”
The rifle gestured.
“Up behind your head.”
He sneered into Tarzan’s warning.
“Watch out. Behind you!”
Tarzan had called out. Wright didn’t bother taking him seriously. His gun was going to do most of the talking.
“And back up. Keep moving. BACK.”
Both stood glaring at each other .. bodies covered with sweat and dirt. Tarzan’s bare body blotched with grit glued to him by sweat.
“Had enough of your interference, apeman. It ends here. Now. Down there.”
The rifle indicated the fall off the cliff.
“Back up. NOW!”
The rifle forced Tarzan back towards the edge. He knew there’d be no surviving a fall.
Tarzan’s head had indicated behind Wright. His face looked worried. But Wright wasn’t going to be caught out like that. Who did this moron of an apeman think he was fooling? He thought Wright was born in the jungle?
“Nice try, apehead. Now .. You heard. Back up.”
The ape-prick still kept up the game .. he didn’t move.
“I mean it.”
Tarzan’s eyes were riveted over Wright’s head. As if a panther was there about to leap on him.
“Seriously.” Tarzan’s eyes were full of the threat.
“Arsehole!” Wright laughed. “Think I was born yesterday?”
A whoosh of air. Wright nearly jumped out of his skin when something landed next to his boot. A spear. The shaft quivering .. a sharp wanging sound. Wright spun round .. shocked. But too late. A club smacked him across the jaw as he still turned. A heavy blow. He went down without a sound. Out.