4W tjf V AlW IJ V I V EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER-PHIIJADELPHIA'i SATURDAY, TJLY 5, 1919 "K 1010 . ' '-'. -V' i ,u I & k EC rs JT .1 Jie WiYci Doctor Seeks Vengeance V. if'.vntjn nnrvcirnvp .... u. .!. 1'. Vj" --- ""'""" Tjjor, to be more accurate, he was Meting pheasants at Chamston- ?, 'MJkHng. Lord Greystoke was im- '.wacuiaiciy ana appropriately garDea Ksr "e minutest actan ne was foil 'vogue. To be sure, ho was among Sfiffiww lorward guns, not being consid- iffo'ered a sporting shot, but what he Ife lacked in skill he more than made S Ittt in nnnpnrancft At. tVin pnd nf till L iday he would, doubtless, have many MV Ll 1- A- 1.1- II -! V- 1 1 ... bA "ius vu jus cruuu, bihlu ue imu tu fV. guns and a smurt loader many more birds than he could cat in a 1 year, even had he been hungry, which he was not, having but just arisen from the breakfast table. The beaters there were twenty' e ime kwmij- three of them, in white smocks-' had just driven the birds into a i patch of gorse, and were now cir cling to the opposite side that they might drive down toward the guns. And far away in a matted equatorial jungle another Lord Greystoke, the real Lord Grey stoke, hunted. By the standards which he knew, he, too, was vogue utterly vogue, as was the primal an cestor before the first eviction. The day being sultry, the leopnrd skin had been left behind. The real Lord Greystock had not two guns, to be sure, nor even one, neither did he have a smart loader; but he pos sessed something infinitely more efficacious than guns, or loaders, or even twenty-three beaters in white smocks he possessed an appetite, an uncanny woodcraft, and muscles that were as steel springs. Later that day, in England, a Lord Greystoke ate bountifully of things he had not 'killed, and he drank other things which were un corked to the accompaniment of much noise. He padded his lips with snowy linen to remove the faint traces of his repast, quite ignorant of the fact that he was an impostor and that the rightful owner of his noble title was even then finishing his own dinner in far-off Africa. He was not using snowy linen, though. Instead he drew the back of a brown forearm and hand across his mouth and wiped his bloody fingers upon his thighB. Then he moved slowly through the jungle to the drinking place, where, upon all fours, he drank as drank his fellows, the other beasts of the jungle. It had been at least a moon since the ape-man had called upon the i Gomangani. Not since he naa re stored little Tibo to his grief stricken mother had the whim seized him to do so. The incident of the adopted balu was a closed one to Tarzan. He had sought to find something upon which to lavish such an affection as Teeka lavished upon her balu, but a short experience of ths little black boy had made it ouite olain to the ape-man that no such sentiment could exist between them. The fact that he had for a time treated the little black as he might .have treated a real balu of his own had in no way altered the vengeful sentiments with which he consid, ered the murderers of Kala. The Gomangani were his deadly enemies, nor could they ever be aught else. Today he looked forward to some slight relief from the monotony of hi? existence in such excitement us he might derive from baiting the blacks. "- It was not yet dark when he , reached the village and took his place in the great tree overhanging ' the palisade. From beneath came a great wailing out of the depths of a near-by hut. The noise fell dis agreeably upon Tarzan's ears it s. 'jarred and grated. He did not like , it, bo he decided to go away i while in the hopes that it might " cease; but though he was gone for a couple of hours, the wailing still continued when he returned. , "With the intention of putting a w violent wrmiiiawuu . """--' l .mind. Tarzan slipped silently from Wthe tree into the shadows beneath. Ki t iiiRt-. as he was about to jt spring forward with a savage roar 'xv it.- mi nnrieared in the door- ,way of the hut. It was the figure of the wailer whom ne naa cuine tu still, the figure of a young woman .with a wooden skewer through the Split septum of her nose, with a heavy metal ornament oepenunn; from her lower lip, which it had dragged down to hideous and re pulsive deformity, with strange tattooing ' upon forehead, cheeks, 1 txn.tn anA CI U.'HT1 Hnrf til Tnlf- 'fure built up with mud and wire. A sudden flare of the fire threw Trie grotesque figure into high re lief, and Tarzan recognized her as Momava. the mother of llbo. the -1ffire also threw out a fitful flame ," i'.jjWjhieh carried to the shadows where K!jirarnn lurked, picking out his light Abrown body from tne surrounaing ' Ai? ' " 1 HVHH.n.M flir liim nnrl i. parjWCSS. IHUIUOJO T mm mm t i.Vi.M 1.1m With n prv. hp lennpd &?Z . . , ' L forward ana larzun cume mj jueut jKu' Uhs other women, turning, rilm, too; but they did not come toward him. Instead they rose as mh, shrieked as one, fled as one. Momaya threw herseii at iar- feet, raising supplicating i toward him and pouring forth her mutilated lips a perfect tutara'ct of words, not one of which the ane-man comprehended. For a k p wiment he looked down upon the up turned, irlgntiui lace 01 me woman. 1 V, 114 had come to slay, but that over- 1 Hvtfhelmliiif torrent of speech filled r,(H'MmWUh consternation and with rf 'wtv He glanced about him appre- ' '-'- then back at the woman. tijfcFMVUNdon of feeling seized him. 'lift eeuld not kill little Tibo's r, nor could he stand and face wkl geyser. With a quick i W imtm&u Uth spoiling i&p vMit sweat, he wheeled and leaped away Into the darkness, A moment later he was swinging through the black jungle night, the cries and lamentations of Momaya growing fainter in the dis tance. As Tarzan followed the fresh spoor of Horta, the boar, the fol lowing morning, he came upon the tracks of two Gomangani, a large one and a small one. The ape-man, accustomed as he was to question ing closely nil that fell to his per ceptions, paused to read the story written in the soft mud of the game trail. You or I would have seen little of interest there, even if, by chance, we could have seen aught. Perhaps had one been there to point ... I... . .. , . i 4.i "" "." ? min """ V""" indentations in the mud, but thpre were countless indentations, one overlapping another into u confu sion that would have been entirely meaningless to us. To Tarznn each told its own story. Tantor, the elephant, had passed that way as recently as three suns since. Numa had hunted here the night jui,t gone, and Horta, the boar, had walked slowly ulong the trail within an hour: but -what held Tarzan's at tention was the spoor tale of the I Gomangani. It told him that the day before an old man had gone toward fthe north in company with a little U.. 1 41..., ...lit. 1 1....3 U... ' uvy, unu wmi wild mem hum uceu i two hyenas. Tarzan scratched his head in puzzled incredulity. He could see by the overlapping of the footprints that the beasts had not been follow ing the two, for sometimes one was ahead of them und one behind, and again both were in advance, or both were in the rear. It was very strange and quite inexplicable, especially where the spoor showed where the hyenas in the wider por tions of the path had walked one on either side of the human pair, quite close to them. Then Tarzan read in the spoor of the smaller Gomangani a shrinking terror of the beast that brushed his side, but in that of the i old man was no sign of fear. I At first Tarzan had been solely occupied by the remarkable juxta-; position of the spoor of Dango and Gomangani, but now his keen eyes caught something in the spoor of the little Gomangani which brought him to a sudden stop. It was as though, finding a letter in the road, you suddenly had discovered in it the familiar handwriting of a friend. "Go-bu-balu!" exclaimed the ape man, and at once memory flashed upon the screen of recollection the supplicating attitude of Momaya as she had hurled herself before him in the village of Mbonga the night before. Instantly all was ex plained the wailing and lamenta tion, the pleading of the black mother, the sympathetic howling of the fches about the fire. Little Go-bu-balu had been stolen again, and this time by another than Tarzan. Doubtless the mother had thought that he was again in the power of Tarzan of the Apes, and she had been beseeching him to return her balu to her. It had all happened to little Tibo very suddenly and unexpectedly within the brief span of two suns. First had come Bukawai, the witch doctor Bukawai, the unclean with the ragged bit of flesh which still clung to his rotting face. He had come alone and by day to the place at the river where Momaya went daily to wash her body and that of Tibo, her little boy. He had stepped out from behind a great bush quite close to Momaya, fright ening little Tibo so that he ran screaming to his mother's protecting arm3. But Momaya, though startled, had wheeled to face the feaisome thing with all the savage ferocity of a she-tiger at bay. When she saw who it was, she breathed a sigh of partial relief, though she still clung tightly to Tibo. "I have come," said Bukawai without preliminary, "for the three fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and the bit of copper wire as long as a tall man's arm." "I have no goats for you," snap ped Momaya, "nor a sleeping mat, nor any wire. Your medicine was never made. The white jungle god gave me1 back my Tibo You had nothing to do with it." "But I did," mumbled Bukawui through his fleBhless jaws. "It was I who commanded the white jungle god to give back your Tibo." Momaya laughed in his face. "Speaker of lies," she cried, "go back to your foul den and your hyenas. Go back and hide your stinking face in the belly of the mountain, lest the sun, seeing it, cover his face with a black cloud." "I have come," reiterated Buka wai, "for the three fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and the bit of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm, which you were to pay me for the return of your Tibo." "It was to be the length ,of a man's foreaim," corrected Momaya, "but you shall have nothing, old thief. You would not make medicine until I had brought the paiyment in advance, and when I was returning f.o my village the great, white jungle god gave me back my Tibo gave him to me out of the jaws of Numa. His medicine is true medi clne yours is the weak medicine of an old man with a Hole in his face." "I have come," repeated Bukawai patiently, "for the three fat" But Momaya had not waited to hear more of what she already knew by heart. Clasping Tibo close to her side, she was hurrying away toward the palisaded village of Mbonga, the chief. And the next day, when Momaya vaa working on the plantain field with others of the women of the tribe, and little Tibo had been play ing at the edge of the jungle, casting n small spear in anticipation of the distant day when he should be a full-fledged warrior, Bukawai had come again. Tibo hnd scon a squirrel scam pering up tho hole of a great tree. His childish mind had transformed it into the menacing figure of a hostile warrior. Little Tibo had raised his tiny spenr, his heart filled with the savage blood lust of his race, as he pictured the night's orgy when he should dance about the corpse of his human kill ns the women of his tribe prepared the meat for the feast to follow. But when he enst tho spear, he missed both MHiirrel and tree, losing his missile far among the tangled undergrowth of the jungle. How ever, it could be but a few steps within the forbidden labyrinth. The women were all about in the field. There were warriors on guard with- i3s5i5SiBBraPssss!f mot He grasped It in easy hail, and so little Tibo boldly ventured into the dark place. Just behind the screen of ciecpers ' and matted foliage lurked three , horrid figures an old, old man, I black as the nit. with a face half . eaten away by leprosy, his sharp- filed teeth, the teeth of a cannibal, showing yellow and repulsive through the great gaping hole where his mouth and nose had been. And be.side him, equally hideous, stood two powerful hyenas carrion-eaters consoiting with carrion. Tibo did not see them until, head down, he had forced his way through the thickly growing vines in search of his little spear, and then it was too late. As he looked up into the face of Bukawai, the old witch-doctor seized him, muffling his screams with a palm across his ! mouth Tibo struggled futilely. A moment later he was being I hustled away through the dark anil terrible jungle, the frightful old man ' still muffling his screams, and the two hideous hyenas pacing now on either side, now before, now bchipd, always prowling, always growling, snapping, snarling, or, worst of all, laughing hideously. After what seemed an eternity to Tibo, they arrived at the mouth of a cave between two rocky hills. The opening was low and nariow. A few saplings bound together with strips of rawhide closed it against stray beasts. Bukawai removed the primitive door and pushed Tibo within. The hyenas, snarling, rush ed past him and were lost to view .. ... ... ... in the DiacKness ot tne interior. Bukawai replaced the saplings and seizing Tibo roughly by the arm, dragged him along a narrow, rocky passage. The floor was compara tively smooth, for the dirt which lay thick upon it had been trodden and tramped by many feet until few inequalities remained. Presently Tibo saw a faint light ness ahead of them, and a moment later they emerged into a roughly circular chamber to which a little daylight filtered through a rift in the rocky ceiling. The hyenas were there ahead of them, waiting. As Bukawai entered with Tibo, tho beasts slunk toward them, baring yellow fangs. They were hungry. Toward Tibo they came, and one snapped at his naked legs. Buka wai seized a stick from the floor of the chamber and struck a vicious blow at the beast, at the came time mumbling forth a volley of execra tions. The hyena dodged and ran to the side of the chamber, where he stood growling. Bukawai took a step toward the creature, which bristled with rage at his approach. Fear and hatred shot from its evil b the scruff of the neck and liuileil it eyes, but, fortunately for Bukawai, fear predominated. Several times one or the other of the beasts would turn to make n stand against the witch-doctor, and then Tibo would hold his breath in , agonized terror, for never in his brief life had he seen such frightful hatred depicted upon the counten ance of man or beast; but always fear overcame the rage of the sav age creatures, so that they resumed their flight, snarling and bare fanged, just at the moment that Tibo was certain they would spring at Bukawai's throat. At last the witch-doctor tired of the futile chase. With a snail quite as bestial as those of the beasts, he turned toward Tibo. "I go to col lect the ten fat goatb, the new sleep ing mat, and the two pieces of cop per wire that your mother will pay for tkO medicine I shall make to bring you back to her," he said. "You will stay here. There," and he pointed toward the passage which they had followed to the chamber, "I will leave the hvenas. If you try to escape, they will eat you." Wearily the honor-ridden hours dragged their slow way. Night came, and for a time Tibo slept, but it seemed that the hungry beasts never slept. Always they stood just beyond the lattice 'giowling their hideous growls or laughing their hideous laughs. Through the nar row rift in the rocky roof above him, Tibo could see a few stars, and once the moon crossed. At last daylight came again. Tibo was very hungry and thirsty for he had not eaten since the morning before, and only once upon the long march had he been permitted to drink, but even huneer and thirst were almost for gotten in the terror of his position. It was after daylight that the child discovered a second opening in the walls of the subterranean cham ber, almost opposite that at which the hyenas still stood glaring hun grily at him. It was only a narrow slit in the rocky wall. It might lead in but a few feet, or it might lead to freedom 1 Tibo approached it and looked within. He could see noth ing. He extended his arm into the blackness, but he dared not venture farther. Bukawai never would have left a way of escape, T'&o reasoned, so this passage must lead either no where or to some still more hideous danger. To the boy's fear of the actual dangers which menaced him Buka wai and the two hyenas his super stition added countless others quite too horrible even to name, for in the lives of the blacks, through the shadows of the jungle day and the me junkie ijr uiu voimay8 "My cj.ua nas Deen swienv rs of the jungle night, an(j ypu rottlg fragment ofarf' black horrors offfj&StWSfi, By Edgar Rice Burroughs across the ravern flit strange, fantastic shapes peo pling the already hideously peopled forests with menacing figures, as though the lion and the leopard, the snake and the hyena, and the count less poisonous insects were not quite sufficient to strike terror to the hearts of the poor, simple creatures whose lot is cast in earth's most fearsome spot. And so it was that little Tibo cringed not only from leal menaces but from imaginary ones. He was afraid even to venture upon a road that might lead to escape, lest Bukawai had set to watch it some frightful demon of the jungle. But the real menaces suddenly drove the imaginary ones from the boy's mind, for with the coming of daylight the half-famished hyenas renewed their efforts to break down the frail barrier which kept them from their prey. Rearing upon their hind feet they clawed and struck at the lattice. With wide eyes Tibo saw "it sag and rock. Not for long, he knew,, could it withstand the as saults of these two powerful and determined brutes. Already one corner had been forced past the rocky protuberance of the entrance way which had held it in place. A shaggy forearm protruded into the chamber. Tibo trembled as with ague", for he knew that the end was near. Backing against the farther wall he stood flattened out a far from the beasts as he could get. He saw the lattice give still more. He saw a savacre. snarling head forced nast it, and grinning jaws snapping and gaping toward him. In another In stant the pitiful fabric would fall inward, and the two would be upon him, rending his flesh from his bones, gnawing the bones themselves, fighting for possession of his en trails. Bukawai came upon Momaya out side the palisade of Mbonga, the chief. At sight of him the woman drew back in revulsion, then she flew atWm, tooth andanail, but Bukawai threatening her with a spear held her at a safe distance. "Where is my baby?" she cried. "Where is my little Tibo?" Bukawai opened his eyes In well- simulated amazement. "Your baby!" he exclaimed. "What should I know of him, other than that I rescued him from the white god of the jungle and have not yet received my pay. I come for the goats and the sleeping mat and the piece of copper wire the length 01 a tall man's arm from the shoulder to the tips of his fingers. ' "Offaf of a hyena," shrieked Mo "My child has been stolen,-1 ii... taKen him. Return nim to me or I shall tear your eyes from your head and feed your heart to the wild hogs." Bukawai shrugged his shoulders. "What do I know about your child?" he asked. "I have not taken him. If he is stolen again, what should Bukawai know of the matter? Did Bukawai steal him before? No, the white jungle god stole him, and if he stole him once he would steal him again. It is nothing to me. I returned him .to you before and I have come for my pay. If he is gone and you would have him re turned, Bukawai will return him for ten fat goats, a new sleeping mat and two pieces of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from the shoulder to the tips of his fingers, and Bukawai will say noth ing more about the goats and the sleeping mat and the copper wire which you were to pay for the first medicine." "Ten fat goats!" set earned Mo maya. "I could not pay you ten fat goats in as many years. Ten fat goats, indeed!" "Ten fat goats," repeated Buka wai. "Ten fat goats, the new sleep ing mat and two pieces of copper wire the length of " Momaya stopped him with an im patient gesture. "Walt!" she cried. "I have no goats. You waste your breath. Stay here while I go to my man. He nas dui tnree goats, yet something may be done. Wait!" Bukawai sat down beneath a tree. He felt quite content, for he knew that he should have either payment or revenge. He did not fear harm at the hands of these people of another tribe, although he well knew that they must fear and hate him. His leprosy alone would prevent their laying hands upon him, while his reputation "as a witch doctor rendered him doubly immune from attack. He was planning upon compelling them to drive the ten goats to the mouth of his ca've when Momava returned. With her were three warriors Mbonga, the chief, Rabba Kega, the village witch-doctor, and Ibeto, Tibo's father. They were not pretty men even under ordinary circumstances, and now. with their faces marked by anger, they well might have inspired terror in the heart of any one; but If Bukawai felt any fear, he did not betrav it. Instead he greeted them with an insolent stare, Intended to awe them, as they came and squat ted in a semicircle beiore mm. "Where is Ibeto's son?" asked Mboncra. "How should I know?" returned Bukawai. "Doubtless the white devil god has him. If I am paid I will make strong medicine and then we shall know whete Is Ibeto's son, and shall get him back again. It was my medicine which got him back the last time, for which I got no oay." "I have my own witch-doctor to mak medicine," replied Mbonga witl dlcnity. Lakawai sneered and rose to his feet. "Very well," he said, "let l" m make his medicine and see If he im . k bring Jbeto'd son back." He took a few steps away from them, and then he turned angrily back. "His medicine will not bring the child back that I know, and I also know that when you find him it will b too late for any medicine to bring him back, for he will be dead. This have I Just found out, the ghost of my father's sister but now came to me and told me." ; Now Mbonga and Rabba Kega might not take much stock in their own magic, and they might even be skeptical as to the magic of an other, but there was always a chance of something being in it, especially If it were not their own. Was it not well known that old Bukawai had speech with the demons them selves and that two even lived with him in the forms of hyenas! Still they must not .accede too hastily. There was the price to be considered, and Mbonga had' no intention of parting lightly with ten goats to ob tain the return of a single little boy who might die of smallpox long be fore he reached a warrior's stage. "Wait," said Mbonga. "Let us see some of your magic, that we may know If it be good magic. Then we can talk abodt payment. Rabba Kega will make some magic, too. We will see who makes the best magic. Sit down, Bukawai." "The payment will be ten goats fat goats a new sleeping mnt and wo pieces of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from the shoul der to the ends of his fingers, and it will be made in advance, the goats being driven to my cave. Then will I make the medicine, and on the sec ond day the boy will be returned to his mother. It cannot be done more quickly than that because it takes time to make such strong medicine." "Make us some medicine now," said Mbonga. "Let us see what sort of medicine you make." "Bring me fire," replied Buka-. wai, "and I will make you a little magic." Momaya was dispatched for the fire, and while she was away Mbonga dickered with Bukawai about the price. Ten goats, he said, was a high price for an able-bodied warrior. He also called Bukawai's attention to the fact that he, Mbonga, was very poor, that his people were very poor, and that ten goats were at least eight too many, to say nothing of a new sleeping mat and the cop per wire; but Bukawai was ada mant. His medicine was very ex pensive and he would have to give at least five goats to the gods who helped him make it. They were still arguing when Momaya returned with the fire. Buakwai placed a little on the ground before him, took a pinch of powder from a pouch at his side and snrinkled it on the embers. A cloud of smoke rose with a puff. Bukawai closed his eyes and rocked back and forth. Then he made a few passes in the air and pretended to swoon. Mbonga and the others were much impressed. Rabba Kega grew nerv ous. He saw his reputation wan ing. There was some fire left in the vessel which Momaya had brought. He seized the vessel, drop ped a handful of dry leaves into it while no one was watching and then uttered a frightful scream which drew the attention of Bukawai's audience to him. It also brought Bukawai miraculously out of his swoon, but when tne old witcn-aoc- tor saw the reason for the disturb ance he quickly relapsed into un consciousness before any one discov ered his faux pas. Rabba Kega, seeing that he had the attention of Mbonga, Ibeto and Momaya, blew suddenly into the vessel, with the result that the leaves commenced to smolder, and smoke issued from the mouth of the recep tacle. Rabba Kega was careful to hold it so that none might see the dry leaves. Their eyes opened wide at this remarkable demonstration of the village witch-doctor's powers. The latter, 'greatly elated, let him self out. He shouted, jumped up and down, and made frightful grim aces; then he put his face close over the mouth of the vessel and ap peared to be communing with the spirits within. It was while he was thus engaged that Bukawai came out of his trance, his curiosity finally having gotten the better of him. No one was pay ing him the slightest attention, He blinked his one eye angrily, then he, too, let out a loud roar, and when he was sure that Mbonga had turn ed toward him, he stiffened rigidly and made spasmodic movements with his arms and legs. "I see him" he cried. "He is far away. The white devil-god did not get him. He is alone and in great' danger; but," he added, "if the ten fat goats and the other things are paid to me quickly there is yet time Lto save him." Rabba Kega had paused to listen. Mbongu looked toward him. The chief was In a quandary. He did not know which medicine was the bet ter. "What does your magic tell you?" he asked of Rabba Kega. "I, too, see him," screamed Rabba Kega; "but he is not where Buka wai says he is. He is dead at the bottom of the river." At this Momaya commenced to howl loudly. Tarzan had followed the spoor of the old man, the two hyenas, and the little black boy to the mouth of the cave in the rocky canyon be tween the two hills. Here he paused a moment before the sapling bar rier which Bukawai had set up; listening to the snarls and growls which came faintly from the far recesses pf the cavern. Presently, mingled with the beastly cries, there came faintly o the keen ears of the ape-man the agonized moan of a child. No long er did Tarzan hesitate. Hurling tho door aside, he sprang Into the dark opening. Narrow and black was the corridor; but long use of his eyes In the stygian blackness of the jungle nights had given to tho ape man something of the noctural vis ionary powers of the wild things with which he had consorted since babyhood. He moved rapidly and yet with caution, for the place was dark, un familiar and winding. As he ad vanced, he heard more and more loudly the savage snarls of the two hyenas, mingled with the scraping and scratching of their paws upon vood. The moans of a child grew in volume, and Tarzan recognized in them the voice of the little black boy he ortce had sought to adopt as his balu. There was no hysteria in the ape man's advance. Too accustomed was he to the passing of life in the jungle to be greatly wrought even by tho death of ono whom he knew; but the lust for battle spurred him on. He was only a wild beast at heart and his wild beast's heart beat high in anticipation of conflict. In the rocky chamber of the hill's center, little Tibo crouched low against the wall as far from the hunger-crazed beasts as he could drag himself. He saw the lattice giving to the frantic clawing of the hyenas. He knew that in a few minutes his little life would flicker out horribly beneathi the repding, yellow fangs of these loathsome creatures. Beneath the buffetings of the powerful bodies, the lattice sagged inward, until, with a crash it gave way, letting the carnivora in upon the boy. Tibo cast one affrighted glance toward them, then closed his eyes and buried his face in his arms, sobbing piteously. For a moment the hyenas paused, caution and cowardice holding them from their prey. They stood thus glaring at the lad, then slowly, stealthily, crouching, they crept to ward him. It was thus that Tarzan came upon them, bursting into, the chamber swiftly and silently; but not so silently that the keen-eared beasts did not note his coming. With angry growls they turned from Tibo upon the ape-man, as, with n smile 'icon his lips, he ran toward them. For an instant one of the animals stood its ground; but the ape-man did not deign even to draw his hunt ing knife ngahut despised Dango. Rushing in upon the brute he grasp ed it by the scruff of the neck, just as it attempted to dodge past him, and hurled it across the cavern after its fellow, which already was slink ing into the corridor, bent upon escape. Then Tarzan picked Tibo from the floor, and when the child felt human hands upon him instead of the paws and fangs of the hyenas, he rolled his eyes upward in sur prise and incredulity, and as they fell upon- Tarzan, sobs of relief broke from the childish lips and his hands clutched at his deliverer as though the white devil-god was not the most feared of jungle creatures. When Tarzan came to the cave mouth the hyenas were nowhere in sight, and' after permitting Tibo to quench his thirst in the spring which rose near by, he lifted the boy to his shoulders and set off toward the jungle at a rapid trot, deter mined to still the annoying howl ings of Momaya as quickly as pos sible, for he shrewdly had guessed that the absence of her balu was the cause of her lamentation. "He is not dead at the bottom of the river," cried Bukawai. "What does this fellow know about making magic? Who is he, anyway, that he dare say Bukawai's magic is not good magic? Bukawai sees Mo maya's son. He is far away and alone and in great danger. Hasten then with the ten fat goats, the " But he got no further. There w.g a sudden interruption from above, from the branches of the very tree beneath which they squatted, and as the five blacks looked up they asmost swoomed in fright as they saw the great, white devil-god looking down upon them; but before they could flee they saw another face, that of the lost little Tibo, and his face was laughing and very happy. And then Tarzan dropped fear lessly among them, the boy still upon his back, and deposited him before his mother. Momaya, Ibeto, Rubba Kega and Mbonga were all crowd ing around the lad trying to ques tion him at the same time. Sud denly Momaya turned ferociously to fall upon Bukawai, for the by had told her all that he had suffered at the hands of the 'cruel old man; but Bukawai was no longer thercs he had required no recourse to black art to assure him that the vicinity of Momaya would be no healthful place for him after Tibo hod told his story, and now he was running through the jungle as fast as his'old legs would carry him toward the distant lair where he knew no black would daie pursue him. Young Lord Greystoke did net know the magicians planned against him, nor, knowing, would havo cared. He slept as well that night as he did on any other night, and though there was ho roof above him, and no. doors to "lock against intruders, he slept much better than his noble relative in England, who had eaten altogether too much lobster and drunk too much wine at dinner that night. The next compe '.JJunilc Tato" A H i i -HI jfi m 4 ,J J? I "V' . " ... , .. 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