Tarzan scratched his head, running his fingers deep into the shock of black hair which framed his shapely, boyish face--he scratched his head and sighed.  Teeka's new-found beauty became as suddenly his despair. He envied her the handsome coat of hair which covered her body.  His own smooth, brown hide he hated with a hatred born of disgust and contempt.  Years back he had harbored a hope that some day he, too, would be clothed in hair as were all his brothers and sisters; but of late he had been forced to abandon the delectable dream.