Tarzan the Untamed
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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Edgar Rice Burroughs

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
    I Murder and Pillage
   II The Lion's Cave
  III In the German Lines
   IV When the Lion Fed
    V The Golden Locket
   VI Vengeance and Mercy
  VII When Blood Told
VIII Tarzan and the Great Apes
   IX Dropped from the Sky
    X In the Hands of Savages
   XI Finding the Airplane
  XII The Black Flier
XIII Usanga's Reward
  XIV The Black Lion
   XV Mysterious Footprints
  XVI The Night Attack  
XVII The Walled City
XVIII Among the Maniacs
  XIX The Queen's Story
   XX Came Tarzan
  XXI In the Alcove  
XXII Out of the Niche  
XXIII The Flight from Xuja
XXIV The Tommies

TARZAN
THE UNTAMED

Edgar Rice Burroughs

Murder and Pillage

Hauptmann Fritz Schneider trudged wearily through
the somber aisles of the dark forest. Sweat rolled down
his bullet head and stood upon his heavy jowls and bull
neck. His lieutenant marched beside him while Underlieutenant
von Goss brought up the rear, following with a handful of
askaris the tired and all but exhausted porters whom the black
soldiers, following the example of their white officer, en-
couraged with the sharp points of bayonets and the metal-shod
butts of rifles.

There were no porters within reach of Hauptmann Schnei-
der so he vented his Prussian spleen upon the askaris nearest
at hand, yet with greater circumspection since these men bore
loaded rifles -- and the three white men were alone with them
in the heart of Africa.

Ahead of the hauptmann marched half his company, be-
hind him the other half -- thus were the dangers of the savage
jungle minimized for the German captain. At the forefront
of the column staggered two naked savages fastened to each
other by a neck chain. These were the native guides im-
pressed into the service of Kultur and upon their poor, bruised
bodies Kultur's brand was revealed in divers cruel wounds and
bruises.

Thus even in darkest Africa was the light of German civili-
zation commencing to reflect itself upon the undeserving na-
tives just as at the same period, the fall of 1914, it was shed-
ding its glorious effulgence upon benighted Belgium.

It is true that the guides had led the party astray; but this
is the way of most African guides. Nor did it matter that ig-
norance rather than evil intent had been the cause of their
failure. It was enough for Hauptmann Fritz Schneider to
know that he was lost in the African wilderness and that he
had at hand human beings less powerful than he who could be
made to suffer by torture. That he did not kill them outright
was partially due to a faint hope that they might eventually
prove the means of extricating him from his difficulties and
partially that so long as they lived they might still be made
to suffer.

The poor creatures, hoping that chance might lead them at
last upon the right trail, insisted that they knew the way and
so led on through a dismal forest along a winding game trail
trodden deep by the feet of countless generations of the sav-
age denizens of the jungle.

Here Tantor, the elephant, took his long way from dust
wallow to water. Here Buto, the rhinoceros, blundered blindly
in his solitary majesty, while by night the great cats paced
silently upon their padded feet beneath the dense canopy of
overreaching trees toward the broad plain beyond, where they
found their best hunting.

It was at the edge of this plain which came suddenly and  
unexpectedly before the eyes of the guides that their sad hearts
beat with renewed hope. Here the hauptmann drew a deep
sigh of relief, for after days of hopeless wandering through
almost impenetrable jungle the broad vista of waving grasses
dotted here and there with open parklike woods and in the
far distance the winding line of green shrubbery that denoted
a river appeared to the European a veritable heaven.

The Hun smiled in his relief, passed a cheery word with his  
lieutenant, and then scanned the broad plain with his field
glasses. Back and forth they swept across the rolling land
until at last they came to rest upon a point near the center of
the landscape and close to the green-fringed contours of the
river.

"We are in luck," said Schneider to his companions. "Do
you see it?"

The lieutenant, who was also gazing through his own glasses,  
finally brought them to rest upon the same spot that had
held the attention of his superior.

"Yes," he said, "an English farm. It must be Greystoke's,
for there is none other in this part of British East Africa. God
is with us, Herr Captain."

"We have come upon the English schweinhund long before
he can have learned that his country is at war with ours,"
replied Schneider. "Let him be the first to feel the iron hand
of Germany."

"Let us hope that he is at home," said the lieutenant, "that
we may take him with us when we report to Kraut at Nairobi.
It will go well indeed with Herr Hauptmann Fritz Schneider
if he brings in the famous Tarzan of the Apes as a prisoner
of war."

Schneider smiled and puffed out his chest. "You are right,
my friend," he said, "it will go well with both of us; but I
shall have to travel far to catch General Kraut before he
reaches Mombasa. These English pigs with their contemptible
army will make good time to the Indian Ocean."

It was in a better frame of mind that the small force set
out across the open country toward the trim and well-kept
farm buildings of John Clayton, Lord Greystoke; but disap-
pointment was to be their lot since neither Tarzan of the Apes
nor his son was at home.

Lady Jane, ignorant of the fact that a state of war existed
between Great Britain and Germany, welcomed the officers
most hospitably and gave orders through her trusted Waziri
to prepare a feast for the black soldiers of the enemy.

Far to the east, Tarzan of the Apes was traveling rapidly
from Nairobi toward the farm. At Nairobi he had received
news of the World War that had already started, and, antici-
pating an immediate invasion of British East Africa by the
Germans, was hurrying homeward to fetch his wife to a place
of greater security. With him were a score of his ebon war-
riors, but far too slow for the ape-man was the progress of
these trained and hardened woodsmen.

When necessity demanded, Tarzan of the Apes sloughed
the thin veneer of his civilization and with it the hampering
apparel that was its badge. In a moment the polished Eng-
lish gentleman reverted to the naked ape man.

His mate was in danger. For the time, that single thought  
dominated. He did not think of her as Lady Jane Greystoke,
but rather as the she he had won by the might of his steel
thews, and that he must hold and protect by virtue of the
same offensive armament.

It was no member of the House of Lords who swung
swiftly and grimly through the tangled forest or trod with
untiring muscles the wide stretches of open plain -- it was a
great he ape filled with a single purpose that excluded all
thoughts of fatigue or danger.

Little Manu, the monkey, scolding and chattering in the
upper terraces of the forest, saw him pass. Long had it been
since he had thus beheld the great Tarmangani naked and
alone hurtling through the jungle. Bearded and gray was
Manu, the monkey, and to his dim old eyes came the fire of
recollection of those days when Tarzan of the Apes had ruled
supreme, Lord of the Jungle, over all the myriad life that trod
the matted vegetation between the boles of the great trees,
or flew or swung or climbed in the leafy fastness upward
to the very apex of the loftiest terraces.

And Numa, the lion, lying up for the day close beside last
night's successful kill, blinked his yellow-green eyes and
twitched his tawny tail as he caught the scent spoor of his
ancient enemy.

Nor was Tarzan senseless to the presence of Numa or Manu
or any of the many jungle beasts he passed in his rapid flight
towards the west. No particle had his shallow probing of
English society dulled his marvelous sense faculties. His nose
had picked out the presence of Numa, the lion, even before
the majestic king of beasts was aware of his passing.

He had heard noisy little Manu, and even the soft rustling
of the parting shrubbery where Sheeta passed before either
of these alert animals sensed his presence.

But however keen the senses of the ape-man, however
swift his progress through the wild country of his adoption,
however mighty the muscles that bore him, he was still mortal.
Time and space placed their inexorable limits upon him; nor
was there another who realized this truth more keenly than
Tarzan. He chafed and fretted that he could not travel with
the swiftness of thought and that the long tedious miles
stretching far ahead of him must require hours and hours of
tireless effort upon his part before he would swing at last from
the final bough of the fringing forest into the open plain and
in sight of his goal.

Days it took, even though he lay up at night for but a few
hours and left to chance the finding of meat directly on his
trail. If Wappi, the antelope, or Horta, the boar, chanced in
his way when he was hungry, he ate, pausing but long
enough to make the kill and cut himself a steak.

Then at last the long journey drew to its close and he was
passing through the last stretch of heavy forest that bounded
his estate upon the east, and then this was traversed and he
stood upon the plain's edge looking out across his broad
lands towards his home.

At the first glance his eyes narrowed and his muscles tensed.
Even at that distance he could see that something was amiss.
A thin spiral of smoke arose at the right of the bungalow
where the barns had stood, but there were no barns there
now, and from the bungalow chimney from which smoke
should have arisen, there arose nothing.

Once again Tarzan of the Apes was speeding onward, this
time even more swiftly than before, for he was goaded now
by a nameless fear, more product of intuition than of reason.
Even as the beasts, Tarzan of the Apes seemed to possess a
sixth sense. Long before he reached the bungalow, he had
almost pictured the scene that finally broke upon his view.

Silent and deserted was the vine-covered cottage. Smolder-
ing embers marked the site of his great barns. Gone were
the thatched huts of his sturdy retainers, empty the fields, the
pastures, and corrals. Here and there vultures rose and circled
above the carcasses of men and beasts.

It was with a feeling as nearly akin to terror as he ever had  
experienced that the ape-man finally forced himself to enter
his home. The first sight that met his eyes set the red haze
of hate and bloodlust across his vision, for there, crucified
against the wall of the living-room, was Wasimbu, giant son
of the faithful Muviro and for over a year the personal body-
guard of Lady Jane.

The overturned and shattered furniture of the room, the
brown pools of dried blood upon the floor, and prints of
bloody hands on walls and woodwork evidenced something
of the frightfulness of the battle that had been waged within
the narrow confines of the apartment. Across the baby grand
piano lay the corpse of another black warrior, while before
the door of Lady Jane's boudoir were the dead bodies of three
more of the faithful Greystoke servants.

The door of this room was closed. With drooping shoulders
and dull eyes Tarzan stood gazing dumbly at the insensate
panel which hid from him what horrid secret he dared not
even guess.

Slowly, with leaden feet, he moved toward the door. Grop-
ingly his hand reached for the knob. Thus he stood for
another long minute, and then with a sudden gesture he
straightened his giant frame, threw back his mighty shoulders
and, with fearless head held high, swung back the door and
stepped across the threshold into the room which held for
him the dearest memories and associations of his life. No
change of expression crossed his grim and stern-set features
as he strode across the room and stood beside the little couch
and the inanimate form which lay face downward upon it; the
still, silent thing that had pulsed with life and youth and
love.

No tear dimmed the eye of the ape-man, but the God who
made him alone could know the thoughts that passed through
that still half-savage brain. For a long time he stood there
just looking down upon the dead body, charred beyond
recognition, and then he stooped and lifted it in his arms.
As he turned the body over and saw how horribly death had
been meted he plumbed, in that instant, the uttermost depths
of grief and horror and hatred.

Nor did he require the evidence of the broken German
rifle in the outer room, or the torn and blood-stained service
cap upon the floor, to tell him who had been the perpetrators
of this horrid and useless crime.

For a moment he had hoped against hope that the black-
ened corpse was not that of his mate, but when his eyes dis-
covered and recognized the rings upon her fingers the last
faint ray of hope forsook him.

In silence, in love, and in reverence he buried, in the little
rose garden that had been Jane Clayton's pride and love, the
poor, charred form and beside it the great black warriors who
had given their lives so futilely in their mistress' protection.

At one side of the house Tarzan found other newly made
graves and in these he sought final evidence of the identity
of the real perpetrators of the atrocities that had been com-
mitted there in his absence.

Here he disinterred the bodies of a dozen German askaris
and found upon their uniforms the insignia of the company
and regiment to which they had belonged. This was enough
for the ape-man. White officers had commanded these men,
nor would it be a difficult task to discover who they were.

Returning to the rose garden, he stood among the Hun-
trampled blooms and bushes above the grave of his dead --
with bowed head he stood there in a last mute farewell. As
the sun sank slowly behind the towering forests of the west,
he turned slowly away upon the still-distinct trail of Haupt-
mann Fritz Schneider and his blood-stained company.

His was the suffering of the dumb brute -- mute; but though
voiceless no less poignant. At first his vast sorrow numbed
his other faculties of thought -- his brain was overwhelmed by
the calamity to such an extent that it reacted to but a single
objective suggestion: She is dead! She is dead! She is dead!
Again and again this phrase beat monotonously upon his brain
-- a dull, throbbing pain, yet mechanically his feet followed
the trail of her slayer while, subconsciously, his every sense
was upon the alert for the ever-present perils of the jungle.

Gradually the labor of his great grief brought forth another  
emotion so real, so tangible, that it seemed a companion walk-
ing at his side. It was Hate -- and it brought to him a measure
of solace and of comfort, for it was a sublime hate that en-
nobled him as it has ennobled countless thousands since --
hatred for Germany and Germans. It centered about the
slayer of his mate, of course; but it included everything Ger-
man, animate or inanimate. As the thought took firm hold
upon him he paused and raising his face to Goro, the moon,
cursed with upraised hand the authors of the hideous crime
that had been perpetrated in that once peaceful bungalow
behind him; and he cursed their progenitors, their progeny,
and all their kind the while he took silent oath to war upon
them relentlessly until death overtook him.

There followed almost immediately a feeling of content,
for, where before his future at best seemed but a void, now it
was filled with possibilities the contemplation of which
brought him, if not happiness, at least a surcease of absolute
grief, for before him lay a great work that would occupy his
time.

Stripped not only of all the outward symbols of civilization,
Tarzan had also reverted morally and mentally to the status
of the savage beast he had been reared. Never had his
civilization been more than a veneer put on for the sake of
her he loved because he thought it made her happier to see
him thus. In reality he had always held the outward evi-
dences of so-called culture in deep contempt. Civilization
meant to Tarzan of the Apes a curtailment of freedom in all
its aspects -- freedom of action, freedom of thought, freedom
of love, freedom of hate. Clothes he abhorred -- uncomfort-
able, hideous, confining things that reminded him somehow
of bonds securing him to the life he had seen the poor crea-
tures of London and Paris living. Clothes were the emblems
of that hypocrisy for which civilization stood -- a pretense that
the wearers were ashamed of what the clothes covered, of the
human form made in the semblance of God. Tarzan knew how
silly and pathetic the lower orders of animals appeared in
the clothing of civilization, for he had seen several poor
creatures thus appareled in various traveling shows in Europe,
and he knew, too, how silly and pathetic man appears in them
since the only men he had seen in the first twenty years of
his life had been, like himself, naked savages. The ape-man
had a keen admiration for a well-muscled, well-proportioned
body, whether lion, or antelope, or man, and it had ever been
beyond him to understand how clothes could be considered
more beautiful than a clear, firm, healthy skin, or coat and
trousers more graceful than the gentle curves of rounded
muscles playing beneath a flexible hide.

In civilization Tarzan had found greed and selfishness and
cruelty far beyond that which he had known in his familiar,
savage jungle, and though civilization had given him his mate
and several friends whom he loved and admired, he never
had come to accept it as you and I who have known little or
nothing else; so it was with a sense of relief that he now
definitely abandoned it and all that it stood for, and went
forth into the jungle once again stripped to his loin cloth and
weapons.

The hunting knife of his father hung at his left hip, his bow
and his quiver of arrows were slung across his shoulders,
while around his chest over one shoulder and beneath the
opposite arm was coiled the long grass rope without which
Tarzan would have felt quite as naked as would you should
you be suddenly thrust upon a busy highway clad only in a
union suit. A heavy war spear which he sometimes carried in
one hand and again slung by a thong about his neck so that
it hung down his back completed his armament and his
apparel. The diamond-studded locket with the pictures of
his mother and father that he had worn always until he had
given it as a token of his highest devotion to Jane Clayton
before their marriage was missing. She always had worn it
since, but it had not been upon her body when he found her
slain in her boudoir, so that now his quest for vengeance in-
cluded also a quest for the stolen trinket.

Toward midnight Tarzan commenced to feel the physical
strain of his long hours of travel and to realize that even
muscles such as his had their limitations. His pursuit of the
murderers had not been characterized by excessive speed; but
rather more in keeping with his mental attitude, which was
marked by a dogged determination to require from the Ger-
mans more than an eye for an eye and more than a tooth for
a tooth, the element of time entering but slightly into his
calculations.

Inwardly as well as outwardly Tarzan had reverted to beast
and in the lives of beasts, time, as a measurable aspect of
duration, has no meaning. The beast is actively interested
only in NOW, and as it is always NOW and always shall be, there
is an eternity of time for the accomplishment of objects. The
ape-man, naturally, had a slightly more comprehensive realiza-
tion of the limitations of time; but, like the beasts, he moved
with majestic deliberation when no emergency prompted him
to swift action.

Having dedicated his life to vengeance, vengeance became
his natural state and, therefore, no emergency, so he took his
time in pursuit. That he had not rested earlier was due to
the fact that he had felt no fatigue, his mind being occupied
by thoughts of sorrow and revenge; but now he realized that
he was tired, and so he sought a jungle giant that had harbored
him upon more than a single other jungle night.

Dark clouds moving swiftly across the heavens now and
again eclipsed the bright face of Goro, the moon, and fore-
warned the ape-man of impending storm. In the depth of
the jungle the cloud shadows produced a thick blackness that
might almost be felt -- a blackness that to you and me might
have proven terrifying with its accompaniment of rustling
leaves and cracking twigs, and its even more suggestive inter-
vals of utter silence in which the crudest of imaginations
might have conjured crouching beasts of prey tensed for the
fatal charge; but through it Tarzan passed unconcerned, yet
always alert. Now he swung lightly to the lower terraces
of the overarching trees when some subtle sense warned him
that Numa lay upon a kill directly in his path, or again he
sprang lightly to one side as Buto, the rhinoceros, lumbered
toward him along the narrow, deep-worn trail, for the ape-
man, ready to fight upon necessity's slightest pretext, avoided
unnecessary quarrels.

When he swung himself at last into the tree he sought, the
moon was obscured by a heavy cloud, and the tree tops were
waving wildly in a steadily increasing wind whose soughing
drowned the lesser noises of the jungle. Upward went Tarzan
toward a sturdy crotch across which he long since had laid
and secured a little platform of branches. It was very dark
now, darker even than it had been before, for almost the
entire sky was overcast by thick, black clouds.

Presently the man-beast paused, his sensitive nostrils dilat-
ing as he sniffed the air about him. Then, with the swiftness
and agility of a cat, he leaped far outward upon a swaying
branch, sprang upward through the darkness, caught another,
swung himself upon it and then to one still higher. What
could have so suddenly transformed his matter-of-fact ascent
of the giant bole to the swift and wary action of his detour
among the branches? You or I could have seen nothing --
not even the little platform that an instant before had been
just above him and which now was immediately below -- but
as he swung above it we should have heard an ominous growl;
and then as the moon was momentarily uncovered, we should
have seen both the platform, dimly, and a dark mass that lay
stretched upon it -- a dark mass that presently, as our eyes
became accustomed to the lesser darkness, would take the
form of Sheeta, the panther.

In answer to the cat's growl, a low and equally ferocious
growl rumbled upward from the ape-man's deep chest -- a
growl of warning that told the panther he was trespassing
upon the other's lair; but Sheeta was in no mood to be dis-
possessed. With upturned, snarling face he glared at the
brown-skinned Tarmangani above him. Very slowly the
ape-man moved inward along the branch until he was directly
above the panther. In the man's hand was the hunting knife
of his long-dead father -- the weapon that had first given him
his real ascendancy over the beasts of the jungle; but he hoped
not to be forced to use it, knowing as he did that more jungle
battles were settled by hideous growling than by actual com-
bat, the law of bluff holding quite as good in the jungle as
elsewhere -- only in matters of love and food did the great
beasts ordinarily close with fangs and talons.

Tarzan braced himself against the bole of the tree and
leaned closer toward Sheeta.

"Stealer of balus!" he cried. The panther rose to a sitting
position, his bared fangs but a few feet from the ape-man's
taunting face. Tarzan growled hideously and struck at the
cat's face with his knife. "I am Tarzan of the Apes," he
roared. "This is Tarzan's lair. Go, or I will kill you."  
Though
he spoke in the language of the great apes of the jungle, it is
doubtful that Sheeta understood the words, though he knew
well enough that the hairless ape wished to frighten him from
his well-chosen station past which edible creatures might be
expected to wander sometime during the watches of the night.

Like lightning the cat reared and struck a vicious blow at
his tormentor with great, bared talons that might well have
torn away the ape-man's face had the blow landed; but it did
not land -- Tarzan was even quicker than Sheeta. As the
panther came to all fours again upon the little platform, Tar-
zan unslung his heavy spear and prodded at the snarling face,
and as Sheeta warded off the blows, the two continued their
horrid duet of blood-curdling roars and growls.

Goaded to frenzy the cat presently determined to come up
after this disturber of his peace; but when he essayed to leap
to the branch that held Tarzan he found the sharp spear point
always in his face, and each time as he dropped back he was
prodded viciously in some tender part; but at length, rage
having conquered his better judgment, he leaped up the
rough bole to the very branch upon which Tarzan stood.
Now the two faced each other upon even footing and Sheeta
saw a quick revenge and a supper all in one. The hairless
ape-thing with the tiny fangs and the puny talons would be
helpless before him.

The heavy limb bent beneath the weight of the two beasts
as Sheeta crept cautiously out upon it and Tarzan backed
slowly away, growling. The wind had risen to the proportions
of a gale so that even the greatest giants of the forest swayed,
groaning, to its force and the branch upon which the two
faced each other rose and fell like the deck of a storm-tossed
ship. Goro was now entirely obscured, but vivid flashes of
lightning lit up the jungle at brief intervals, revealing the
grim
tableau of primitive passion upon the swaying limb.

Tarzan backed away, drawing Sheeta farther from the stem
of the tree and out upon the tapering branch, where his footing
became ever more precarious. The cat, infuriated by the pain
of spear wounds, was overstepping the bounds of caution.
Already he had reached a point where he could do little more
than maintain a secure footing, and it was this moment that
Tarzan chose to charge. With a roar that mingled with the
booming thunder from above he leaped toward the panther,
who could only claw futilely with one huge paw while he
clung to the branch with the other; but the ape-man did not
come within that parabola of destruction. Instead he leaped
above menacing claws and snapping fangs, turning in mid-air  
and alighting upon Sheeta's back, and at the instant of impact  
his knife struck deep into the tawny side. Then Sheeta, im-
pelled by pain and hate and rage and the first law of Nature,  
went mad. Screaming and clawing he attempted to turn
upon the ape-thing clinging to his back. For an instant he
toppled upon the now wildly gyrating limb, clutched franti-
cally to save himself, and then plunged downward into the
darkness with Tarzan still clinging to him. Crashing through
splintering branches the two fell. Not for an instant did the
ape-man consider relinquishing his death-hold upon his ad-
versary. He had entered the lists in mortal combat and true
to the primitive instincts of the wild -- the unwritten law of
the jungle -- one or both must die before the battle ended.

Sheeta, catlike, alighted upon four out-sprawled feet, the  
weight of the ape-man crushing him to earth, the long knife  
again imbedded in his side. Once the panther struggled to
rise; but only to sink to earth again. Tarzan felt the giant
muscles relax beneath him. Sheeta was dead. Rising, the
ape-man placed a foot upon the body of his vanquished foe,
raised his face toward the thundering heavens, and as the
lightning flashed and the torrential rain broke upon him,
screamed forth the wild victory cry of the bull ape.

Having accomplished his aim and driven the enemy from
his lair, Tarzan gathered an armful of large fronds and
climbed to his dripping couch. Laying a few of the fronds
upon the poles he lay down and covered himself against the
rain with the others, and despite the wailing of the wind and
the crashing of the thunder, immediately fell asleep.

The Lion's Cave

The rain lasted for twenty-four hours and much of the time
it fell in torrents so that when it ceased, the trail he had
been following was entirely obliterated. Cold and uncom-
fortable -- it was a savage Tarzan who threaded the mazes of
the soggy jungle. Manu, the monkey, shivering and chatter-
ing in the dank trees, scolded and fled at his approach. Even
the panthers and the lions let the growling Tarmangani pass
unmolested.

When the sun shone again upon the second day and a wide,
open plain let the full heat of Kudu flood the chilled, brown
body, Tarzan's spirits rose; but it was still a sullen, surly
brute
that moved steadily onward into the south where he hoped
again to pick up the trail of the Germans. He was now in
German East Africa and it was his intention to skirt the moun-
tains west of Kilimanjaro, whose rugged peaks he was quite
willing to give a wide berth, and then swing eastward along
the south side of the range to the railway that led to Tanga,
for his experience among men suggested that it was toward
this railroad that German troops would be likely to converge.

Two days later, from the southern slopes of Kilimanjaro, he
heard the boom of cannon far away to the east. The after-
noon had been dull and cloudy and now as he was passing
through a narrow gorge a few great drops of rain began to
splatter upon his naked shoulders. Tarzan shook his head
and growled his disapproval; then he cast his eyes about for
shelter, for he had had quite enough of the cold and drenching.
He wanted to hasten on in the direction of the booming noise,
for he knew that there would be Germans fighting against the
English. For an instant his bosom swelled with pride at the
thought that he was English and then he shook his head
again viciously. "No!" he muttered, "Tarzan of the Apes is
not English, for the English are men and Tarzan is Tarman-
gani;" but he could not hide even from his sorrow or from his
sullen hatred of mankind in general that his heart warmed
at the thought it was Englishmen who fought the Germans.
His regret was that the English were human and not great
white apes as he again considered himself.

"Tomorrow," he thought, "I will travel that way and find
the Germans," and then he set himself to the immediate task
of discovering some shelter from the storm. Presently he
espied the low and narrow entrance to what appeared to be
a cave at the base of the cliffs which formed the northern side
of the gorge. With drawn knife he approached the spot
warily, for he knew that if it were a cave it was doubtless the
lair of some other beast. Before the entrance lay many large
fragments of rock of different sizes, similar to others scattered
along the entire base of the cliff, and it was in Tarzan's mind
that if he found the cave unoccupied he would barricade the
door and insure himself a quiet and peaceful night's repose
within the sheltered interior. Let the storm rage without --
Tarzan would remain within until it ceased, comfortable and
dry. A tiny rivulet of cold water trickled outward from the
opening.

Close to the cave Tarzan kneeled and sniffed the ground.
A low growl escaped him and his upper lip curved to expose
his fighting fangs. "Numa!" he muttered; but he did not
stop. Numa might not be at home -- he would investigate.
The entrance was so low that the ape-man was compelled to
drop to all fours before he could poke his head within the
aperture; but first he looked, listened, and sniffed in each
direction at his rear -- he would not be taken by surprise from
that quarter.

His first glance within the cave revealed a narrow tunnel
with daylight at its farther end. The interior of the tunnel
was not so dark but that the ape-man could readily see that
it was untenanted at present. Advancing cautiously he
crawled toward the opposite end imbued with a full realiza-
tion of what it would mean if Numa should suddenly enter
the tunnel in front of him; but Numa did not appear and the
ape-man emerged at length into the open and stood erect,
finding himself in a rocky cleft whose precipitous walls rose
almost sheer on every hand, the tunnel from the gorge passing
through the cliff and forming a passageway from the outer
world into a large pocket or gulch entirely inclosed by steep
walls of rock. Except for the small passageway from the
gorge, there was no other entrance to the gulch which was
some hundred feet in length and about fifty in width and
appeared to have been worn from the rocky cliff by the falling
of water during long ages. A tiny stream from Kilimanjaro's
eternal snow cap still trickled over the edge of the rocky wall
at the upper end of the gulch, forming a little pool at the
bottom of the cliff from which a small rivulet wound down-
ward to the tunnel through which it passed to the gorge
beyond. A single great tree flourished near the center of the
gulch, while tufts of wiry grass were scattered here and there
among the rocks of the gravelly floor.

The bones of many large animals lay about and among them
were several human skulls. Tarzan raised his eyebrows. "A
man-eater," he murmured, "and from appearances he has held
sway here for a long time. Tonight Tarzan will take the lair
of the man-eater and Numa may roar and grumble upon the
outside."

The ape-man had advanced well into the gulch as he in-
vestigated his surroundings and now as he stood near the
tree, satisfied that the tunnel would prove a dry and quiet
retreat for the night, he turned to retrace his way to the outer
end of the entrance that he might block it with bowlders
against Numa's return, but even with the thought there came
something to his sensitive ears that froze him into statuesque
immobility with eyes glued upon the tunnel's mouth. A
moment later the head of a huge lion framed in a great black
mane appeared in the opening. The yellow-green eyes glared,
round and unblinking, straight at the trespassing Tarmangani,
a low growl rumbled from the deep chest, and lips curled
back to expose the mighty fangs.

"Brother of Dango!" shouted Tarzan, angered that Numa's
return should have been so timed as to frustrate his plans for
a comfortable night's repose. "I am Tarzan of the Apes, Lord
of the Jungle. Tonight I lair here -- go!"

But Numa did not go. Instead he rumbled forth a menac-
ing roar and took a few steps in Tarzan's direction. The ape-
man picked up a rock and hurled it at the snarling face. One
can never be sure of a lion. This one might turn tail and run
at the first intimation of attack -- Tarzan had bluffed many in
his time -- but not now. The missile struck Numa full upon
the snout -- a tender part of a cat's anatomy -- and instead of
causing him to flee it transformed him into an infuriated
engine of wrath and destruction.

Up went his tail, stiff and erect, and with a series of fright-
ful roars he bore down upon the Tarmangani at the speed of
an express train. Not an instant too soon did Tarzan reach
the tree and swing himself into its branches and there he
squatted, hurling insults at the king of beasts while Numa
paced a circle beneath him, growling and roaring in rage.

It was raining now in earnest adding to the ape-man's dis-
comfort and disappointment. He was very angry; but as only
direct necessity had ever led him to close in mortal combat
with a lion, knowing as he did that he had only luck and
agility to pit against the frightful odds of muscle, weight,
fangs, and talons, he did not now even consider descending
and engaging in so unequal and useless a duel for the mere
reward of a little added creature comfort. And so he sat
perched in the tree while the rain fell steadily and the lion
padded round and round beneath, casting a baleful eye up-
ward after every few steps.

Tarzan scanned the precipitous walls for an avenue of es-
cape. They would have baffled an ordinary man; but the
ape-man, accustomed to climbing, saw several places where
he might gain a foothold, precarious possibly; but enough to
give him reasonable assurance of escape if Numa would but
betake himself to the far end of the gulch for a moment.
Numa, however, notwithstanding the rain, gave no evidence
of quitting his post so that at last Tarzan really began to
consider seriously if it might not be as well to take the chance
of a battle with him rather than remain longer cold and wet
and humiliated in the tree.

But even as he turned the matter over in his mind Numa
turned suddenly and walked majestically toward the tunnel
without even a backward glance. The instant that he disap-
peared, Tarzan dropped lightly to the ground upon the far
side of the tree and was away at top speed for the cliff. The
lion had no sooner entered the tunnel than he backed im-
mediately out again and, pivoting like a flash, was off across
the gulch in full charge after the flying ape-man; but Tarzan's
lead was too great -- if he could find finger or foothold upon
the sheer wall he would be safe; but should he slip from the
wet rocks his doom was already sealed as he would fall
directly into Numa's clutches where even the Great Tarman-
gani would be helpless.

With the agility of a cat Tarzan ran up the cliff for thirty
feet before he paused, and there finding a secure foothold,
he stopped and looked down upon Numa who was leaping
upward in a wild and futile attempt to scale the rocky wall
to his prey. Fifteen or twenty feet from the ground the lion
would scramble only to fall backward again defeated. Tarzan
eyed him for a moment and then commenced a slow and
cautious ascent toward the summit. Several times he had
difficulty in finding holds but at last he drew himself over the
edge, rose, picked up a bit of loose rock, hurled it at Numa
and strode away.

Finding an easy descent to the gorge, he was about to pursue
his journey in the direction of the still-booming guns when
a sudden thought caused him to halt and a half-smile to play
about his lips. Turning, he trotted quickly back to the outer
opening of Numa's tunnel. Close beside it he listened for a
moment and then rapidly began to gather large rocks and
pile them within the entrance. He had almost closed the
aperture when the lion appeared upon the inside -- a very
ferocious and angry lion that pawed and clawed at the rocks
and uttered mighty roars that caused the earth to tremble;
but roars did not frighten Tarzan of the Apes. At Kala's
shaggy breast he had closed his infant eyes in sleep upon
countless nights in years gone by to the savage chorus of
similar roars. Scarcely a day or night of his jungle life -- and
practically all his life had been spent in the jungle -- had
he not heard the roaring of hungry lions, or angry lions,
or love-sick lions. Such sounds affected Tarzan as the tooting
of an automobile horn may affect you -- if you are in front of
the automobile it warns you out of the way, if you are not in
front of it you scarcely notice it. Figuratively Tarzan was
not in front of the automobile -- Numa could not reach him
and Tarzan knew it, so he continued deliberately to choke the
entrance until there was no possibility of Numa's getting out
again. When he was quite through he made a grimace at the
hidden lion beyond the barrier and resumed his way toward
the east. "A man-eater who will eat no more men," he solilo-
quized.

That night Tarzan lay up under an overhanging shelf of
rock. The next morning he resumed his journey, stopping
only long enough to make a kill and satisfy his hunger. The
other beasts of the wild eat and lie up; but Tarzan never let
his belly interfere with his plans. In this lay one of the great-
est differences between the ape-man and his fellows of the
jungles and forests. The firing ahead rose and fell during
the day. He had noticed that it was highest at dawn and
immediately after dusk and that during the night it almost
ceased. In the middle of the afternoon of the second day he
came upon troops moving up toward the front. They ap-
peared to be raiding parties, for they drove goats and cows
along with them and there were native porters laden with
grain and other foodstuffs. He saw that these natives were
all secured by neck chains and he also saw that the troops
were composed of native soldiers in German uniforms. The
officers were white men. No one saw Tarzan, yet he was here
and there about and among them for two hours. He inspected
the insignia upon their uniforms and saw that they were not
the same as that which he had taken from one of the dead
soldiers at the bungalow and then he passed on ahead of
them, unseen in the dense bush. He had come upon Germans
and had not killed them; but it was because the killing of
Germans at large was not yet the prime motive of his existence
-- now it was to discover the individual who slew his mate.

After he had accounted for him he would take up the little
matter of slaying ALL Germans who crossed his path, and he
meant that many should cross it, for he would hunt them
precisely as professional hunters hunt the man-eaters.

As he neared the front lines the troops became more numer-
ous. There were motor trucks and ox teams and all the
impedimenta of a small army and always there were wounded
men walking or being carried toward the rear. He had
crossed the railroad some distance back and judged that the
wounded were being taken to it for transportation to a base
hospital and possibly as far away as Tanga on the coast.

It was dusk when he reached a large camp hidden in the
foothills of the Pare Mountains. As he was approaching from
the rear he found it but lightly guarded and what sentinels
there were, were not upon the alert, and so it was an easy
thing for him to enter after darkness had fallen and prowl
about listening at the backs of tents, searching for some clew
to the slayer of his mate.

As he paused at the side of a tent before which sat a num-
ber of native soldiers he caught a few words spoken in native
dialect that riveted his attention instantly: "The Waziri fought
like devils; but we are greater fighters and we killed them all.
When we were through the captain came and killed the
woman. He stayed outside and yelled in a very loud voice
until all the men were killed. Underlieutenant von Goss is
braver -- he came in and stood beside the door shouting at us,
also in a very loud voice, and bade us nail one of the Waziri
who was wounded to the wall, and then he laughed loudly
because the man suffered. We all laughed. It was very
funny."

Like a beast of prey, grim and terrible, Tarzan crouched in
the shadows beside the tent. What thoughts passed through
that savage mind? Who may say? No outward sign of
passion was revealed by the expression of the handsome face;
the cold, gray eyes denoted only intense watchfulness. Pres-
ently the soldier Tarzan had heard first rose and with a parting
word turned away. He passed within ten feet of the ape-man
and continued on toward the rear of the camp. Tarzan fol-
lowed and in the shadows of a clump of bushes overtook his
quarry. There was no sound as the man beast sprang upon
the back of his prey and bore it to the ground for steel fingers
closed simultaneously upon the soldier's throat, effectually
stifling any outcry. By the neck Tarzan dragged his victim
well into the concealment of the bushes.

"Make no sound," he cautioned in the man's own tribal
dialect as he released his hold upon the other's throat.

The fellow gasped for breath, rolling frightened eyes up-
ward to see what manner of creature it might be in whose
power he was. In the darkness he saw only a naked brown
body bending above him; but he still remembered the terrific
strength of the mighty muscles that had closed upon his wind
and dragged him into the bushes as though he had been but
a little child. If any thought of resistance had crossed his mind
he must have discarded it at once, as he made no move to
escape.

"What is the name of the officer who killed the woman
at the bungalow where you fought with the Waziri?" asked
Tarzan.

"Hauptmann Schneider," replied the black when he could
again command his voice.

"Where is he?" demanded the ape-man.

"He is here. It may be that he is at headquarters. Many
of the officers go there in the evening to receive orders."

"Lead me there," commanded Tarzan, "and if I am dis-
covered I will kill you immediately. Get up!"

The black rose and led the way by a roundabout route
back through the camp. Several times they were forced to
hide while soldiers passed; but at last they reached a great
pile of baled hay from about the corner of which the black
pointed out a two-story building in the distance.

"Headquarters," he said. "You can go no farther unseen.
There are many soldiers about."

Tarzan realized that he could not proceed farther in com-
pany with the black. He turned and looked at the fellow for
a moment as though pondering what disposition to make of
him.

"You helped to crucify Wasimbu, the Waziri," he accused
in a low yet none the less terrible tone.

The black trembled, his knees giving beneath him. "He
ordered us to do it," he plead.

"Who ordered it done?" demanded Tarzan.

"Underlieutenant von Goss," replied the soldier. "He, too,
is here."

"I shall find him," returned Tarzan, grimly. "You helped to
crucify Wasimbu, the Waziri, and, while he suffered, you
laughed."

The fellow reeled. It was as though in the accusation he
read also his death sentence. With no other word Tarzan
seized the man again by the neck. As before there was no
outcry. The giant muscles tensed. The arms swung quickly
upward and with them the body of the black soldier who
had helped to crucify Wasimbu, the Waziri, described a
circle in the air -- once, twice, three times, and then it was
flung aside and the ape-man turned in the direction of General
Kraut's headquarters.

A single sentinel in the rear of the building barred the way.
Tarzan crawled, belly to the ground, toward him, taking ad-
vantage of cover as only the jungle-bred beast of prey can
do. When the sentinel's eyes were toward him, Tarzan hugged
the ground, motionless as stone; when they were turned away,
he moved swiftly forward. Presently he was within charging
distance. He waited until the man had turned his back once
more and then he rose and sped noiselessly down upon him.
Again there was no sound as he carried the dead body with
him toward the building.

The lower floor was lighted, the upper dark. Through the
windows Tarzan saw a large front room and a smaller room
in rear of it. In the former were many officers. Some moved
about talking to one another, others sat at field tables writing.
The windows were open and Tarzan could hear much of the
conversation; but nothing that interested him. It was mostly
about the German successes in Africa and conjectures as to
when the German army in Europe would reach Paris. Some
said the Kaiser was doubtlessly already there, and there was a
great deal of damning Belgium.

In the smaller back room a large, red-faced man sat be-
hind a table. Some other officers were also sitting a little in
rear of him, while two stood at attention before the general,
who was questioning them. As he talked, the general toyed
with an oil lamp that stood upon the table before him. Pres-
ently there came a knock upon the door and an aide entered
the room. He saluted and reported: "Fraulein Kircher has
arrived, sir."

"Bid her enter," commanded the general, and then nodded
to the two officers before him in sign of dismissal.

The Fraulein, entering, passed them at the door. The
officers in the little room rose and saluted, the Fraulein
acknowledging the courtesy with a bow and a slight smile.
She was a very pretty girl. Even the rough, soiled riding habit
and the caked dust upon her face could not conceal the fact,
and she was young. She could not have been over nineteen.

She advanced to the table behind which the general stood
and, taking a folded paper from an inside pocket of her coat,
handed it to him.

"Be seated, Fraulein," he said, and another officer brought
her a chair. No one spoke while the general read the con-
tents of the paper.

Tarzan appraised the various people in the room. He
wondered if one might not be Hauptmann Schneider, for two
of them were captains. The girl he judged to be of the intel-
ligence department -- a spy. Her beauty held no appeal for
him -- without a glimmer of compunction he could have wrung
that fair, young neck. She was German and that was enough;
but he had other and more important work before him. He
wanted Hauptmann Schneider.

Finally the general looked up from the paper.

"Good," he said to the girl, and then to one of his aides,
"Send for Major Schneider."

Major Schneider! Tarzan felt the short hairs at the back
of his neck rise. Already they had promoted the beast who
had murdered his mate -- doubtless they had promoted him
for that very crime.

The aide left the room and the others fell into a general
conversation from which it became apparent to Tarzan that
the German East African forces greatly outnumbered the
British and that the latter were suffering heavily. The ape-
man stood so concealed in a clump of bushes that he could
watch the interior of the room without being seen from within,
while he was at the same time hidden from the view of any-
one who might chance to pass along the post of the sentinel
he had slain. Momentarily he was expecting a patrol or a
relief to appear and discover that the sentinel was missing,
when he knew an immediate and thorough search would be
made.

Impatiently he awaited the coming of the man he sought
and at last he was rewarded by the reappearance of the aide
who had been dispatched to fetch him accompanied by an
officer of medium size with fierce, upstanding mustaches. The
newcomer strode to the table, halted and saluted, reporting.
The general acknowledged the salute and turned toward the
girl.

"Fraulein Kircher," he said, "allow me to present Major
Schneider --"

Tarzan waited to hear no more. Placing a palm upon the
sill of the window he vaulted into the room into the midst of
an astounded company of the Kaiser's officers. With a stride
he was at the table and with a sweep of his hand sent the
lamp crashing into the fat belly of the general who, in his
mad effort to escape cremation, fell over backward, chair and
all, upon the floor. Two of the aides sprang for the ape-man
who picked up the first and flung him in the face of the other.
The girl had leaped from her chair and stood flattened against
the wall. The other officers were calling aloud for the guard
and for help. Tarzan's purpose centered upon but a single
individual and him he never lost sight of. Freed from attack
for an instant he seized Major Schneider, threw him over his
shoulder and was out of the window so quickly that the
astonished assemblage could scarce realize what had occurred.

A single glance showed him that the sentinel's post was
still vacant and a moment later he and his burden were in
the shadows of the hay dump. Major Schneider had made
no outcry for the very excellent reason that his wind was shut
off. Now Tarzan released his grasp enough to permit the man
to breathe.

"If you make a sound you will be choked again," he said.

Cautiously and after infinite patience Tarzan passed the final  
outpost. Forcing his captive to walk before him he pushed
on toward the west until, late into the night, he recrossed the
railway where he felt reasonably safe from discovery. The
German had cursed and grumbled and threatened and asked
questions; but his only reply was another prod from Tarzan's
sharp war spear. The ape-man herded him along as he would
have driven a hog with the difference that he would have had
more respect and therefore more consideration for a hog.

Until now Tarzan had given little thought to the details of
revenge. Now he pondered what form the punishment should
take. Of only one thing was he certain -- it must end in death.
Like all brave men and courageous beasts Tarzan had little
natural inclination to torture -- none, in fact; but this case
was
unique in his experience. An inherent sense of justice called
for an eye for an eye and his recent oath demanded even
more. Yes, the creature must suffer even as he had caused
Jane Clayton to suffer. Tarzan could not hope to make the
man suffer as he had suffered, since physical pain may never
approach the exquisiteness of mental torture.

All through the long night the ape-man goaded on the
exhausted and now terrified Hun. The awful silence of his
captor wrought upon the German's nerves. If he would only
speak! Again and again Schneider tried to force or coax a
word from him; but always the result was the same -- con-
tinued silence and a vicious and painful prod from the spear
point. Schneider was bleeding and sore. He was so ex-
hausted that he staggered at every step, and often he fell only
to be prodded to his feet again by that terrifying and re-
morseless spear.

It was not until morning that Tarzan reached a decision
and it came to him then like an inspiration from above. A
slow smile touched his lips and he immediately sought a
place to lie up and rest -- he wished his prisoner to be fit now
for what lay in store for him. Ahead was a stream which
Tarzan had crossed the day before. He knew the ford for a
drinking place and a likely spot to make an easy kill. Cau-
tioning the German to utter silence with a gesture the two
approached the stream quietly. Down the game trail Tarzan
saw some deer about to leave the water. He shoved Schneider
into the brush at one side and, squatting next him, waited.
The German watched the silent giant with puzzled, frightened
eyes. In the new dawn he, for the first time, was able to ob-
tain a good look at his captor, and, if he had been puzzled
and frightened before, those sensations were nothing to what
he experienced now.

Who and what could this almost naked, white savage be?
He had heard him speak but once -- when he had cautioned
him to silence -- and then in excellent German and the well-
modulated tones of culture. He watched him now as the
fascinated toad watches the snake that is about to devour it.
He saw the graceful limbs and symmetrical body motionless
as a marble statue as the creature crouched in the conceal-
ment of the leafy foliage. Not a muscle, not a nerve moved.
He saw the deer coming slowly along the trail, down wind
and unsuspecting. He saw a buck pass -- an old buck -- and
then a young and plump one came opposite the giant in am-
bush, and Schneider's eyes went wide and a scream of terror
almost broke from his lips as he saw the agile beast at his side
spring straight for the throat of the young buck and heard
from those human lips the hunting roar of a wild beast. Down
went the buck and Tarzan and his captive had meat. The
ape-man ate his raw, but he permitted the German to build
a fire and cook his portion.

The two lay up until late in the afternoon and then took up
the journey once again -- a journey that was so frightful to
Schneider because of his ignorance of its destination that he at
times groveled at Tarzan's feet begging for an explanation
and for mercy; but on and on in silence the ape-man went,
prodding the failing Hun whenever the latter faltered.

It was noon of the third day before they reached their
destination. After a steep climb and a short walk they halted
at the edge of a precipitous cliff and Schneider looked down
into a narrow gulch where a single tree grew beside a tiny
rivulet and sparse grass broke from a rock-strewn soil. Tarzan
motioned him over the edge; but the German drew back in
terror. The Ape-man seized him and pushed him roughly
toward the brink. "Descend," he said. It was the second
time he had spoken in three days and perhaps his very silence,
ominous in itself, had done more to arouse terror in the breast
of the Boche than even the spear point, ever ready as it al-
ways was.

Schneider looked fearfully over the edge; but was about
to essay the attempt when Tarzan halted him. "I am Lord
Greystoke," he said. "It was my wife you murdered in the
Waziri country. You will understand now why I came for you.
Descend."

The German fell upon his knees. "I did not murder your
wife," he cried. "Have mercy! I did not murder your wife.
I do not know anything about --"

"Descend!" snapped Tarzan, raising the point of his spear.
He knew that the man lied and was not surprised that he did.
A man who would murder for no cause would lie for less.
Schneider still hesitated and pled. The ape-man jabbed him
with the spear and Schneider slid fearfully over the top and
began the perilous descent. Tarzan accompanied and assisted
him over the worst places until at last they were within a few
feet of the bottom.

"Be quiet now," cautioned the ape-man. He pointed at the
entrance to what appeared to be a cave at the far end of the
gulch. "There is a hungry lion in there. If you can reach
that tree before he discovers you, you will have several days
longer in which to enjoy life and then -- when you are too weak
to cling longer to the branches of the tree Numa, the man-
eater, will feed again for the last time." He pushed Schneider
from his foothold to the ground below. "Now run," he said.

The German trembling in terror started for the tree. He
had almost reached it when a horrid roar broke from the
mouth of the cave and almost simultaneously a gaunt, hunger-
mad lion leaped into the daylight of the gulch. Schneider
had but a few yards to cover; but the lion flew over the ground
to circumvent him while Tarzan watched the race with a
slight smile upon his lips.

Schneider won by a slender margin, and as Tarzan scaled
the cliff to the summit, he heard behind him mingled with the
roaring of the baffled cat, the gibbering of a human voice that
was at the same time more bestial than the beast's.

Upon the brink of the cliff the ape-man turned and looked
back into the gulch. High in the tree the German clung
frantically to a branch across which his body lay. Beneath
him was Numa -- waiting.

The ape-man raised his face to Kudu, the sun, and from
his mighty chest rose the savage victory cry of the bull ape.

In the German Lines

Tarzan was not yet fully revenged. There were many
millions of Germans yet alive -- enough to keep Tarzan
pleasantly occupied the balance of his life, and yet not
enough, should he kill them all, to recompense him for the
great loss he had suffered -- nor could the death of all those
million Germans bring back his loved one.

While in the German camp in the Pare Mountains, which
lie just east of the boundary line between German and British
East Africa, Tarzan had overheard enough to suggest that
the British were getting the worst of the fighting in Africa. At
first he had given the matter but little thought, since, after
the
death of his wife, the one strong tie that had held him to
civilization, he had renounced all mankind, considering him-
self no longer man, but ape.

After accounting for Schneider as satisfactorily as lay within
his power he circled Kilimanjaro and hunted in the foothills
to the north of that mightiest of mountains as he had dis-
covered that in the neighborhood of the armies there was no
hunting at all. Some pleasure he derived through conjuring
mental pictures from time to time of the German he had left
in the branches of the lone tree at the bottom of the high-
walled gulch in which was penned the starving lion. He
could imagine the man's mental anguish as he became weak-
ened from hunger and maddened by thirst, knowing that
sooner or later he must slip exhausted to the ground where
waited the gaunt man-eater. Tarzan wondered if Schneider
would have the courage to descend to the little rivulet for
water should Numa leave the gulch and enter the cave, and
then he pictured the mad race for the tree again when the
lion charged out to seize his prey as he was certain to do,
since the clumsy German could not descend to the rivulet
without making at least some slight noise that would attract
Numa's attention.

But even this pleasure palled, and more and more the ape-
man found himself thinking of the English soldiers fighting
against heavy odds and especially of the fact that it was Ger-
mans who were beating them. The thought made him lower
his head and growl and it worried him not a little -- a bit, per-
haps, because he was finding it difficult to forget that he was
an Englishman when he wanted only to be an ape. And at
last the time came when he could not longer endure the
thought of Germans killing Englishmen while he hunted in
safety a bare march away.

His decision made, he set out in the direction of the German
camp, no well-defined plan formulated; but with the general
idea that once near the field of operations he might find an
opportunity to harass the German command as he so well
knew how to do. His way took him along the gorge close to
the gulch in which he had left Schneider, and, yielding to a
natural curiosity, he scaled the cliffs and made his way to the
edge of the gulch. The tree was empty, nor was there sign of
Numa, the lion. Picking up a rock he hurled it into the gulch,
where it rolled to the very entrance to the cave. Instantly the
lion appeared in the aperture; but such a different-looking lion
from the great sleek brute that Tarzan had trapped there two
weeks before. Now he was gaunt and emaciated, and when he
walked he staggered.

"Where is the German?" shouted Tarzan. "Was he good
eating, or only a bag of bones when he slipped and fell from
the tree?"

Numa growled. "You look hungry, Numa," continued the
ape-man. "You must have been very hungry to eat all the
grass from your lair and even the bark from the tree as far up
as you can reach. Would you like another German?" and
smiling he turned away.

A few minutes later he came suddenly upon Bara, the deer,
asleep beneath a tree, and as Tarzan was hungry he made a
quick kill, and squatting beside his prey proceeded to eat his
fill. As he was gnawing the last morsel from a bone his quick
ears caught the padding of stealthy feet behind him, and
turning he confronted Dango, the hyena, sneaking upon him.
With a growl the ape-man picked up a fallen branch and
hurled it at the skulking brute. "Go away, eater of carrion!"
he cried; but Dango was hungry and being large and power-
ful he only snarled and circled slowly about as though watch-
ing for an opportunity to charge. Tarzan of the Apes knew
Dango even better than Dango knew himself. He knew that
the brute, made savage by hunger, was mustering its courage
for an attack, that it was probably accustomed to man and
therefore more or less fearless of him and so he unslung his
heavy spear and laid it ready at his side while he continued
his meal, all the time keeping a watchful eye upon the hyena.

He felt no fear, for long familiarity with the dangers of his
wild world had so accustomed him to them that he took what-
ever came as a part of each day's existence as you accept the
homely though no less real dangers of the farm, the range, or
the crowded metropolis. Being jungle bred he was ready
to protect his kill from all comers within ordinary limitations
of caution. Under favorable conditions Tarzan would face
even Numa himself and, if forced to seek safety by flight, he
could do so without any feeling of shame. There was no
braver creature roamed those savage wilds and at the same
time there was none more wise -- the two factors that had
permitted him to survive.

Dango might have charged sooner but for the savage
growls of the ape-man -- growls which, coming from human
lips, raised a question and a fear in the hyena's heart. He
had attacked women and children in the native fields and he
had frightened their men about their fires at night; but he
never had seen a man-thing who made this sound that re-
minded him more of Numa angry than of a man afraid.

When Tarzan had completed his repast he was about to
rise and hurl a clean-picked bone at the beast before he went
his way, leaving the remains of his kill to Dango; but a sud-
den thought stayed him and instead he picked up the carcass
of the deer, threw it over his shoulder, and set off in the
direc-
tion of the gulch. For a few yards Dango followed, growling,
and then realizing that he was being robbed of even a taste
of the luscious flesh he cast discretion to the winds and
charged. Instantly, as though Nature had given him eyes in
the back of his head, Tarzan sensed the impending danger and,
dropping Bara to the ground, turned with raised spear. Far
back went the brown, right hand and then forward, lightning-
like, backed by the power of giant muscles and the weight of
his brawn and bone. The spear, released at the right instant,
drove straight for Dango, caught him in the neck where it
joined the shoulders and passed through the body.

When he had withdrawn the shaft from the hyena Tarzan
shouldered both carcasses and continued on toward the gulch.
Below lay Numa beneath the shade of the lone tree and at the
ape-man's call he staggered slowly to his feet, yet weak as he
was, he still growled savagely, even essaying a roar at the sight
of his enemy. Tarzan let the two bodies slide over the rim
of the cliff. "Eat, Numa!" he cried. "It may be that I shall
need you again." He saw the lion, quickened to new life at
the sight of food, spring upon the body of the deer and then
he left him rending and tearing the flesh as he bolted great
pieces into his empty maw.

The following day Tarzan came within sight of the German
lines. From a wooded spur of the hills he looked down upon
the enemy's left flank and beyond to the British lines. His
position gave him a bird's-eye view of the field of battle, and
his keen eyesight picked out many details that would not have
been apparent to a man whose every sense was not trained
to the highest point of perfection as were the ape-man's. He
noted machine-gun emplacements cunningly hidden from the
view of the British and listening posts placed well out in No
Man's Land.

As his interested gaze moved hither and thither from one
point of interest to another he heard from a point upon the
hillside below him, above the roar of cannon and the crack
of rifle fire, a single rifle spit. Immediately his attention was
centered upon the spot where he knew a sniper must be hid.
Patiently he awaited the next shot that would tell him more
surely the exact location of the rifleman, and when it came he
moved down the steep hillside with the stealth and quietness
of a panther. Apparently he took no cognizance of where he
stepped, yet never a loose stone was disturbed nor a twig
broken -- it was as though his feet saw.

Presently, as he passed through a clump of bushes, he came
to the edge of a low cliff and saw upon a ledge some fifteen
feet below him a German soldier prone behind an embank-
ment of loose rock and leafy boughs that hid him from the
view of the British lines. The man must have been an ex-
cellent shot, for he was well back of the German lines, firing
over the heads of his fellows. His high-powered rifle was
equipped with telescope sights and he also carried binoculars
which he was in the act of using as Tarzan discovered him,
either to note the effect of his last shot or to discover a new
target. Tarzan let his eye move quickly toward that part of
the British line the German seemed to be scanning, his keen
sight revealing many excellent targets for a rifle placed so high
above the trenches.

The Hun, evidently satisfied with his observations, laid aside
his binoculars and again took up his rifle, placed its butt in
the hollow of his shoulder and took careful aim. At the same
instant a brown body sprang outward from the cliff above him.
There was no sound and it is doubtful that the German ever
knew what manner of creature it was that alighted heavily
upon his back, for at the instant of impact the sinewy fingers
of the ape-man circled the hairy throat of the Boche. There
was a moment of futile struggling followed by the sudden
realization of dissolution -- the sniper was dead.

Lying behind the rampart of rocks and boughs, Tarzan
looked down upon the scene below. Near at hand were the
trenches of the Germans. He could see officers and men mov-
ing about in them and almost in front of him a well-hidden
machine gun was traversing No Man's Land in an oblique di-
rection, striking the British at such an angle as to make it dif-
ficult for them to locate it.

Tarzan watched, toying idly with the rifle of the dead Ger-
man. Presently he fell to examining the mechanism of the
piece. He glanced again toward the German trenches and
changed the adjustment of the sights, then he placed the rifle to
his shoulder and took aim. Tarzan was an excellent shot. With
his civilized friends he had hunted big game with the weapons
of civilization and though he never had killed except for food
or in self-defense he had amused himself firing at inanimate
targets thrown into the air and had perfected himself in the
use of firearms without realizing that he had done so. Now
indeed would he hunt big game. A slow smile touched his lips
as his finger closed gradually upon the trigger. The rifle
spoke and a German machine gunner collapsed behind his
weapon. In three minutes Tarzan picked off the crew of that
gun. Then he spotted a German officer emerging from a dug-
out and the three men in the bay with him. Tarzan was care-
ful to leave no one in the immediate vicinity to question how
Germans could be shot in German trenches when they were
entirely concealed from enemy view.

Again adjusting his sights he took a long-range shot at a
distant machine-gun crew to his right. With calm deliberation
he wiped them out to a man. Two guns were silenced. He
saw men running through the trenches and he picked off
several of them. By this time the Germans were aware that
something was amiss -- that an uncanny sniper had discovered
a point of vantage from which this sector of the trenches was
plainly visible to him. At first they sought to discover his
location in No Man's Land; but when an officer looking over
the parapet through a periscope was struck full in the back
of the head with a rifle bullet which passed through his skull
and fell to the bottom of the trench they realized that it was
beyond the parados rather than the parapet that they should
search.

One of the soldiers picked up the bullet that had killed his
officer, and then it was that real excitement prevailed in that
particular bay, for the bullet was obviously of German make.
Hugging the parados, messengers carried the word in both
directions and presently periscopes were leveled above the
parados and keen eyes were searching out the traitor. It did
not take them long to locate the position of the hidden sniper
and then Tarzan saw a machine gun being trained upon him.
Before it had gotten into action its crew lay dead about it; but
there were other men to take their places, reluctantly perhaps;
but driven on by their officers they were forced to it and at
the same time two other machine guns were swung around to-
ward the ape-man and put into operation.

Realizing that the game was about up Tarzan with a fare-
well shot laid aside the rifle and melted into the hills behind
him. For many minutes he could hear the sputter of machine-
gun fire concentrated upon the spot he had just quit and
smiled as he contemplated the waste of German ammunition.

"They have paid heavily for Wasimbu, the Waziri, whom
they crucified, and for his slain fellows," he mused; "but for
Jane they can never pay -- no, not if I killed them all."

After dark that night he circled the flanks of both armies
and passed through the British out-guards and into the British
lines. No man saw him come. No man knew that he was there.

Headquarters of the Second Rhodesians occupied a shel-
tered position far enough back of the lines to be compara-
tively safe from enemy observation. Even lights were per-
mitted, and Colonel Capell sat before a field table, on which
was spread a military map, talking with several of his officers.
A large tree spread above them, a lantern sputtered dimly
upon the table, while a small fire burned upon the ground
close at hand. The enemy had no planes and no other ob-
servers could have seen the lights from the German lines.

The officers were discussing the advantage in numbers pos-
sessed by the enemy and the inability of the British to more
than hold their present position. They could not advance. Al-
ready they had sustained severe losses in every attack and had
always been driven back by overwhelming numbers. There
were hidden machine guns, too, that bothered the colonel con-
siderably. It was evidenced by the fact that he often reverted
to them during the conversation.

"Something silenced them for a while this afternoon," said
one of the younger officers. "I was observing at the time and
I couldn't make out what the fuss was about; but they seemed
to be having a devil of a time in a section of trench on their
left. At one time I could have sworn they were attacked in
the rear -- I reported it to you at the time, sir, you'll recall
--
for the blighters were pepperin' away at the side of that bluff
behind them. I could see the dirt fly. I don't know what it
could have been."

There was a slight rustling among the branches of the tree
above them and simultaneously a lithe, brown body dropped
in their midst. Hands moved quickly to the butts of pistols;
but otherwise there was no movement among the officers.
First they looked wonderingly at the almost naked white man
standing there with the firelight playing upon rounded muscles,
took in the primitive attire and the equally primitive arma-
ment and then all eyes turned toward the colonel.

"Who the devil are you, sir?" snapped that officer.

"Tarzan of the Apes," replied the newcomer.

"Oh, Greystoke!" cried a major, and stepped forward with  
outstretched hand.

"Preswick," acknowledged Tarzan as he took the proffered  
hand.

"I didn't recognize you at first," apologized the major. "The
last time I saw you you were in London in evening dress.
Quite a difference -- 'pon my word, man, you'll have to admit
it.

Tarzan smiled and turned toward the colonel. "I overheard
your conversation," he said. "I have just come from behind
the German lines. Possibly I can help you."

The colonel looked questioningly toward Major Preswick
who quickly rose to the occasion and presented the ape-man
to his commanding officer and fellows. Briefly Tarzan told
them what it was that brought him out alone in pursuit of the
Germans.

"And now you have come to join us?" asked the colonel.

Tarzan shook his head. "Not regularly," he replied. "I
must fight in my own way; but I can help you. Whenever I
wish I can enter the German lines."

Capell smiled and shook his head. "It's not so easy as you
think," he said; "I've lost two good officers in the last week
trying it -- and they were experienced men; none better in the
Intelligence Department."

"Is it more difficult than entering the British lines?" asked
Tarzan.

The colonel was about to reply when a new thought ap-
peared to occur to him and he looked quizzically at the ape-
man. "Who brought you here?" he asked. "Who passed you
through our out-guards?"

"I have just come through the German lines and yours and
passed through your camp," he replied. "Send word to as-
certain if anyone saw me."

"But who accompanied you?" insisted Capell.

"I came alone," replied Tarzan and then, drawing himself to
his full height, "You men of civilization, when you come into
the jungle, are as dead among the quick. Manu, the monkey,
is a sage by comparison. I marvel that you exist at all -- only
your numbers, your weapons, and your power of reason-
ing save you. Had I a few hundred great apes with your reason-
ing power I could drive the Germans into the ocean as quickly
as the remnant of them could reach the coast. Fortunate it is
for you that the dumb brutes cannot combine. Could they,
Africa would remain forever free of men. But come, can I
help you? Would you like to know where several machine-
gun emplacements are hidden?"

The colonel assured him that they would, and a moment
later Tarzan had traced upon the map the location of three
that had been bothering the English. "There is a weak spot
here," he said, placing a finger upon the map. "It is held by
blacks; but the machine guns out in front are manned by
whites. If -- wait! I have a plan. You can fill that trench
with your own men and enfilade the trenches to its right with
their own machine guns."

Colonel Capell smiled and shook his head. "It sounds very
easy," he said.

"It IS easy -- for me," replied the ape-man. "I can empty
that section of trench without a shot. I was raised in the
jungle -- I know the jungle folk -- the Gomangani as well as
the others. Look for me again on the second night," and he
turned to leave.

"Wait," said the colonel. "I will send an officer to pass you
through the lines."

Tarzan smiled and moved away. As he was leaving the
little group about headquarters he passed a small figure
wrapped in an officer's heavy overcoat. The collar was turned
up and the visor of the military cap pulled well down over the
eyes; but, as the ape-man passed, the light from the fire illumi-
nated the features of the newcomer for an instant, revealing
to Tarzan a vaguely familiar face. Some officer he had known
in London, doubtless, he surmised, and went his way through
the British camp and the British lines all unknown to the
watchful sentinels of the out-guard.

Nearly all night he moved across Kilimanjaro's foothills,
tracking by instinct an unknown way, for he guessed that what
he sought would be found on some wooded slope higher up
than he had come upon his other recent journeys in this, to
him, little known country. Three hours before dawn his keen
nostrils apprised him that somewhere in the vicinity he would
find what he wanted, and so he climbed into a tall tree and
settled himself for a few hours' sleep.

When the Lion Fed

Kudu, the sun, was well up in the heavens when Tarzan
awoke. The ape-man stretched his giant limbs, ran his
fingers through his thick hair, and swung lightly down to
earth. Immediately he took up the trail he had come in search
of, following it by scent down into a deep ravine. Cautiously
he went now, for his nose told him that the quarry was close
at hand, and presently from an overhanging bough he looked
down upon Horta, the boar, and many of his kinsmen. Un-
slinging his bow and selecting an arrow, Tarzan fitted the shaft
and, drawing it far back, took careful aim at the largest of the
great pigs. In the ape-man's teeth were other arrows, and
no sooner had the first one sped, than he had fitted and shot
another bolt. Instantly the pigs were in turmoil, not knowing
from whence the danger threatened. They stood stupidly at
first and then commenced milling around until six of their
number lay dead or dying about them; then with a chorus of
grunts and squeals they started off at a wild run, disappearing
quickly in the dense underbrush.

Tarzan then descended from the tree, dispatched those that
were not already dead and proceeded to skin the carcasses.
As he worked, rapidly and with great skill, he neither hummed
nor whistled as does the average man of civilization. It was
in numerous little ways such as these that he differed from
other men, due, probably, to his early jungle training. The
beasts of the jungle that he had been reared among were
playful to maturity but seldom thereafter. His fellow-apes,
especially the bulls, became fierce and surly as they grew
older. Life was a serious matter during lean seasons -- one had
to fight to secure one's share of food then, and the habit once
formed became lifelong. Hunting for food was the life labor
of the jungle bred, and a life labor is a thing not to be ap-
proached with levity nor prosecuted lightly. So all work
found Tarzan serious, though he still retained what the other
beasts lost as they grew older -- a sense of humor, which he
gave play to when the mood suited him. It was a grim humor
and sometimes ghastly; but it satisfied Tarzan.

Then, too, were one to sing and whistle while working on
the ground, concentration would be impossible. Tarzan pos-
sessed the ability to concentrate each of his five senses upon
its particular business. Now he worked at skinning the six
pigs and his eyes and his fingers worked as though there was
naught else in all the world than these six carcasses; but his
ears and his nose were as busily engaged elsewhere -- the
former ranging the forest all about and the latter assaying each
passing zephyr. It was his nose that first discovered the ap-
proach of Sabor, the lioness, when the wind shifted for a mo-
ment.

As clearly as though he had seen her with his eyes, Tarzan
knew that the lioness had caught the scent of the freshly
killed pigs and immediately had moved down wind in their
direction. He knew from the strength of the scent spoor and
the rate of the wind about how far away she was and that she
was approaching from behind him. He was finishing the last
pig and he did not hurry. The five pelts lay close at hand --
he had been careful to keep them thus together and near
him -- an ample tree waved its low branches above him.

He did not even turn his head for he knew she was not yet
in sight; but he bent his ears just a bit more sharply for the
first sound of her nearer approach. When the final skin had
been removed he rose. Now he heard Sabor in the bushes to
his rear, but not yet too close. Leisurely he gathered up the
six pelts and one of the carcasses, and as the lioness appeared
between the boles of two trees he swung upward into the
branches above him. Here he hung the hides over a limb,
seated himself comfortably upon another with his back against
the bole of the tree, cut a hind quarter from the carcass he had
carried with him and proceeded to satisfy his hunger. Sabor
slunk, growling, from the brush, cast a wary eye upward
toward the ape-man and then fell upon the nearest carcass.

Tarzan looked down upon her and grinned, recalling an
argument he had once had with a famous big-game hunter who
had declared that the king of beasts ate only what he himself
had killed. Tarzan knew better for he had seen Numa and
Sabor stoop even to carrion.

Having filled his belly, the ape-man fell to work upon the
hides -- all large and strong. First he cut strips from them
about half an inch wide. When he had sufficient number
of these strips he sewed two of the hides together, afterwards
piercing holes every three or four inches around the edges.
Running another strip through these holes gave him a large
bag with a drawstring. In similar fashion he produced four
other like bags, but smaller, from the four remaining hides and
had several strips left over.

All this done he threw a large, juicy fruit at Sabor, cached
the remainder of the pig in a crotch of the tree and swung off
toward the southwest through the middle terraces of the
forest, carrying his five bags with him. Straight he went to
the rim of the gulch where he had imprisoned Numa, the lion.
Very stealthily he approached the edge and peered over.
Numa was not in sight. Tarzan sniffed and listened. He could
hear nothing, yet he knew that Numa must be within the cave.
He hoped that he slept -- much depended upon Numa not
discovering him.

Cautiously he lowered himself over the edge of the cliff, and
with utter noiselessness commenced the descent toward the
bottom of the gulch. He stopped often and turned his keen
eyes and ears in the direction of the cave's mouth at the far
end of the gulch, some hundred feet away. As he neared the
foot of the cliff his danger increased greatly. If he could
reach the bottom and cover half the distance to the tree that
stood in the center of the gulch he would feel comparatively
safe for then, even if Numa appeared, he felt that he could
beat him either to the cliff or to the tree, but to scale the
first thirty feet of the cliff rapidly enough to elude the
leaping
beast would require a running start of at least twenty feet as
there were no very good hand- or footholds dose to the bottom
-- he had had to run up the first twenty feet like a squirrel
running up a tree that other time he had beaten an infuriated
Numa to it. He had no desire to attempt it again unless the
conditions were equally favorable at least, for he had escaped
Numa's raking talons by only a matter of inches on the former
occasion.

At last he stood upon the floor of the gulch. Silent as a
disembodied spirit he advanced toward the tree. He was half
way there and no sign of Numa. He reached the scarred bole
from which the famished lion had devoured the bark and even
torn pieces of the wood itself and yet Numa had not appeared.
As he drew himself up to the lower branches he commenced
to wonder if Numa were in the cave after all. Could it be
possible that he had forced the barrier of rocks with which
Tarzan had plugged the other end of the passage where it
opened into the outer world of freedom? Or was Numa dead?
The ape-man doubted the verity of the latter suggestion as
he had fed the lion the entire carcasses of a deer and a hyena
only a few days since -- he could not have starved in so short a
time, while the little rivulet running across the gulch furnished
him with water a-plenty.

Tarzan started to descend and investigate the cavern when
it occurred to him that it would save effort were he to lure
Numa out instead. Acting upon the thought he uttered a low
growl. Immediately he was rewarded by the sound of a move-
ment within the cave and an instant later a wild-eyed, haggard
lion rushed forth ready to face the devil himself were he edible.
When Numa saw Tarzan, fat and sleek, perched in the tree
he became suddenly the embodiment of frightful rage. His
eyes and his nose told him that this was the creature respon-
sible for his predicament and also that this creature was good
to eat. Frantically the lion sought to scramble up the bole of
the tree. Twice he leaped high enough to catch the lowest
branches with his paws, but both times he fell backward to
the earth. Each time he became more furious. His growls
and roars were incessant and horrible and all the time Tarzan
sat grinning down upon him, taunting him in jungle billings-
gate for his inability to reach him and mentally exulting that
always Numa was wasting his already waning strength.

Finally the ape-man rose and unslung his rope. He arranged
the coils carefully in his left hand and the noose in his right,
and then he took a position with each foot on one of two
branches that lay in about the same horizontal plane and with
his back pressed firmly against the stem of the tree. There
he stood hurling insults at Numa until the beast was again
goaded into leaping upward at him, and as Numa rose the
noose dropped quickly over his head and about his neck. A
quick movement of Tarzan's rope hand tightened the coil and
when Numa slipped backward to the ground only his hind
feet touched, for the ape-man held him swinging by the neck.

Moving slowly outward upon the two branches Tarzan
swung Numa out so that he could not reach the bole of the
tree with his raking talons, then he made the rope fast after
drawing the lion clear of the ground, dropped his five pigskin
sacks to earth and leaped down himself. Numa was striking
frantically at the grass rope with his fore claws. At any mo-
ment he might sever it and Tarzan must, therefore, work
rapidly.

First he drew the larger bag over Numa's head and secured
it about his neck with the draw string, then he managed, after
considerable effort, during which he barely escaped being torn
to ribbons by the mighty talons, to hog-tie Numa -- drawing
his four legs together and securing them in that position with
the strips trimmed from the pigskins.

By this time the lion's efforts had almost ceased -- it was
evident that he was being rapidly strangled and as that did
not at all suit the purpose of the Tarmangani the latter swung
again into the tree, unfastened the rope from above and
lowered the lion to the ground where he immediately fol-
lowed it and loosed the noose about Numa's neck. Then he
drew his hunting knife and cut two round holes in the front
of the head bag opposite the lion's eyes for the double purpose
of permitting him to see and giving him sufficient air to
breathe.

This done Tarzan busied himself fitting the other bags, one
over each of Numa's formidably armed paws. Those on the
hind feet he secured not only by tightening the draw strings
but also rigged garters that fastened tightly around the legs
above the hocks. He secured the front-feet bags in place
similarly above the great knees. Now, indeed, was Numa, the
lion, reduced to the harmlessness of Bara, the deer.

By now Numa was showing signs of returning life. He
gasped for breath and struggled; but the strips of pigskin that
held his four legs together were numerous and tough. Tarzan
watched and was sure that they would hold, yet Numa is
mightily muscled and there was the chance, always, that he
might struggle free of his bonds after which all would depend
upon the efficacy of Tarzan's bags and draw strings.

After Numa had again breathed normally and was able to
roar out his protests and his rage, his struggles increased to
Titanic proportions for a short time; but as a lion's powers of
endurance are in no way proportionate to his size and strength
he soon tired and lay quietly. Amid renewed growling and
another futile attempt to free himself, Numa was finally forced
to submit to the further indignity of having a rope secured
about his neck; but this time it was no noose that might
tighten and strangle him; but a bowline knot, which does not
tighten or slip under strain.

The other end of the rope Tarzan fastened to the stem of
the tree, then he quickly cut the bonds securing Numa's legs
and leaped aside as the beast sprang to his feet. For a mo-
ment the lion stood with legs far outspread, then he raised
first one paw and then another, shaking them energetically in
an effort to dislodge the strange footgear that Tarzan had
fastened upon them. Finally he began to paw at the bag
upon his head. The ape-man, standing with ready spear,
watched Numa's efforts intently. Would the bags hold? He
sincerely hoped so. Or would all his labor prove fruitless?

As the clinging things upon his feet and face resisted his
every effort to dislodge them, Numa became frantic. He
rolled upon the ground, fighting, biting, scratching, and roar-
ing; he leaped to his feet and sprang into the air; he charged
Tarzan, only to be brought to a sudden stop as the rope secur-
ing him to the tree tautened. Then Tarzan stepped in and
rapped him smartly on the head with the shaft of his spear.
Numa reared upon his hind feet and struck at the are-man
and in return received a cuff on one ear that sent him reeling
sideways. When he returned to the attack he was again sent
sprawling. After the fourth effort it appeared to dawn upon
the king of beasts that he had met his master, his head and
tail dropped and when Tarzan advanced upon him he backed
away, though still growling.

Leaving Numa tied to the tree Tarzan entered the tunnel
and removed the barricade from the opposite end, after which
he returned to the gulch and strode straight for the tree.
Numa lay in his path and as Tarzan approached growled
menacingly. The ape-man cuffed him aside and unfastened
the rope from the tree. Then ensued a half-hour of stubbornly
fought battle while Tarzan endeavored to drive Numa through
the tunnel ahead of him and Numa persistently refused to be
driven. At last, however, by dint of the unrestricted use of
his spear point, the ape-man succeeded in forcing the lion to
move ahead of him and eventually guided him into the pas-
sageway. Once inside, the problem became simpler since
Tarzan followed closely in the rear with his sharp spear point,
an unremitting incentive to forward movement on the part of
the lion. If Numa hesitated he was prodded. If he backed
up the result was extremely painful and so, being a wise lion
who was learning rapidly, he decided to keep on going and
at the end of the tunnel, emerging into the outer world, he
sensed freedom, raised his head and tail and started off at a
run.

Tarzan, still on his hands and knees just inside the entrance,
was taken unaware with the result that he was sprawled
forward upon his face and dragged a hundred yards across the
rocky ground before Numa was brought to a stand. It was
a scratched and angry Tarzan who scrambled to his feet. At
first he was tempted to chastise Numa; but, as the ape-man
seldom permitted his temper to guide him in any direction not
countenanced by reason, he quickly abandoned the idea.

Having taught Numa the rudiments of being driven, he
now urged him forward and there commenced as strange a
journey as the unrecorded history of the jungle contains. The
balance of that day was eventful both for Tarzan and for
Numa. From open rebellion at first the lion passed through
stages of stubborn resistance and grudging obedience to final
surrender. He was a very tired, hungry, and thirsty lion when
night overtook them; but there was to be no food for him that
day or the nex