beside him. Cautiously he shook him, one hand ready to muffle any outcry the man might make, but the 'Gunner' did not awaken. Tarzan shook him again more roughly and yet without results, then he slapped him heavily across the face.
The 'Gunner' stirred. 'Geeze,' he muttered 'can't you let a guy sleep? Didn't I tell you you'd get your ransom?'
Tarzan permitted a faint smile to touch his lips. 'Wake up,' he whispered. 'Make no noise. I have come to take you away?'
'Who are you?'
'Tarzan of the Apes.'
'Geeze!' The 'Gunner' sat up.
'Make no noise,' cautioned the ape-man once more.
'Sure,' whispered Danny as he raised himself stiffly to his feet.
'Follow me,' said Tarzan, 'and no matter what happens stay very close to me. I am going to toss you to the top of the palisade. Try not to make any noise as you climb over, and be careful when you drop to the ground on the other side to alight with your knees flexed—it is a long drop.'
'You say you're going to toss me to the top of the palisade, guy?'
'Yes.'
'Do you know what I weigh?'
'No, and I don't care. Keep still and follow me. Don't stumble over this body.' Tarzan paused in the entrance and looked about; then he passed out, with the 'Gunner' at his heels, and crossed quickly to the palisade. Even if they discovered him now he still had time to accomplish what he had set out to do, before they could interfere, unless the sentries, firing on them, chanced to make a hit; but on that score be felt little apprehension.
As they came to the palisade the 'Gunner' glanced up, and his skepticism increased—a fat chance any guy would have to toss his one hundred and eighty pounds to the top of that!
The ape-man seized him by the collar and the seat of his breeches. 'Catch the top!' he whispered. Then he swung the 'Gunner' backward as though he had been a fifty pound sack of meal, surged forward and upward; and in the same second Danny Patrick's outstretched fingers clutched the top of the palisade.
'Geeze,' he muttered, 'if I'd missed I'd of gone clean over.' Catlike, the ape-man ran up the barrier and dropped to the ground on the outside almost at the instant that the 'Gunner' alighted, and without a word started toward the cliff, where once again he had to assist the other to reach the summit.
Danny 'Gunner' Patrick was speechless, partly from shortness of breath following his exertions, but more, by far, from astonishment. Here was a guy! In all his experience of brawny men, and it had been considerable, he had never met, nor expected to meet, such a one as this.
'I have located the spoor of your friend,' said Tarzan.
'The what?' asked the 'Gunner.' 'Is he dead?'
'His tracks,' explained the ape-man, who was still leading the way up the slope toward the higher mountains.
'I gotcha,' said the 'Gunner.' 'But you ain't seen him?'
'No, it was too dark to follow him when I found them. We will do so in the morning.'
'If I can walk,' said the 'Gunner.'
'What's the matter with you?' demanded Tarzan. 'Injured?'
'I ain't got no legs from the knees down,' replied Danny. 'I walked my lousy dogs off yesterday.'
'I'll carry you,' suggested Tarzan.
'Nix!' exclaimed Danny. 'I can crawl, but I'll be damned if I'll let any guy carry me.'
'It will be a hard trip if you're exhausted now,' the apeman told him. 'I could leave you somewhere near here and pick you up after I find your friend.'
'Nothing doing. I'm going to look for old Smithy if I wear 'em off to the hips.'
'I could probably travel faster alone,' suggested Tarzan. 'Go ahead,' agreed the 'Gunner' cheerfully. 'I'll tail along behind you.'
'And get lost.'
'Let me come along, mister. I'm worried about that crazy nut.'
'All right. It won't make much difference anyway. He may be a little hungrier when we find him, but he can't starve to death in a couple of days.'
'Say,' exclaimed Danny, 'how come you knew them guys had taken me for a ride?'
'I thought you walked.'
'Well, what's the difference? How did you know I was in that lousy burgh of theirs?'
'I was on the cliff when they brought you in. I waited until they were asleep. I am not ready to deal with them yet.'
'What you goin' to do to them?'
Tarzan shrugged but made no reply; and for a long time they walked on in silence through the night, the ape-man timing his speed to the physical condition of his companion, whose nerve he was constrained to admire, though his endurance and knowledge he viewed with contempt.
Far up in the hills, where he had bedded down earlier in the night, Tarzan halted and told the 'Gunner' to get what rest he could before dawn.
'Geeze, them's the pleasantest words I've heard for years,' sighed Danny, as he lay down in the high grass. 'You may think you've seen a guy pound his ear, but you ain't seen nothin'. Watch me,' and he was asleep almost before the words had left his mouth.
Tarzan lay down at a little distance; and he, too, was soon asleep, but at the first suggestion of dawn he was up. He saw that his companion still slept, and then he slipped silently away toward a water hole he had discovered the previous day in a rocky ravine near the cliff where he had met the tribe of Zugash, the tongani.
He kept well down the slope of the foot hills, for with the coming of dawn the wind had changed, and he wished to come up wind toward the water hole. He moved as silently as the disappearing shadows of the retreating night, his nostrils quivering to catch each vagrant scent borne upon the bosom of the early morning breeze.
There was deep mud at one edge of the water hole, where the earth had been trampled by the feet of drinking beasts; and near here he found that which he sought, the sticky sweetness of whose scent had been carried to his nostrils by Usha.
Low trees grew in the bottom of the ravine and much underbrush, for here the earth held its moisture longer than on the ridges that were more exposed to Kudu's merciless rays. It was a lovely sylvan glade, nor did its beauties escape the appreciative eyes of the ape-man, though the lure of the glade lay not this morning in its aesthetic charms, but rather in the fact that it harbored Horta, the boar.
Silently to the edge of the underbrush came the ape-man as Horta came down to the pool to drink. Upon the opposite side stood Tarzan, his bow and arrows ready in his hands; but the high brush precluded a fair shot, and so the hunter stepped out in full view of the boar. So quickly he moved that his arrow sped as Horta wheeled to run, catching the boar in the side behind the left shoulder—a vital spot.
With a snort of rage Horta turned back and charged. Straight through the pooi he came for Tarzan; and as he came three more arrows shot with unbelievable accuracy and celerity, buried themselves deep in the breast of the great beast. Bloody foam flecked his jowls and his flashing tusks, fires of hate shot from his wicked little eyes as he sought to reach the author of his hurts and wreak his vengeance before he died.
Discarding his bow the ape-man met the mad charge of Horta with his spear, for there was no chance to elude the swift rush of that great body, hemmed, as he was, by the thick growth of underbrush. His feet braced, he dropped the point of his weapon the instant Horta was within its range, that they might have no opportunity to dodge it or strike it aside with his tusks. Straight through the chest it drove, deep into the savage heart, yet the beast still strove to reach the man-thing that held it off with a strength almost equal to its own.
But already as good as dead on his feet was Horta, the boar. His brief, savage struggles ended; and he dropped in the shallow water at the edge of the pooi. Then the ape-man placed a foot upon his vanquished foe and screamed forth the hideous challenge of his tribe.
The 'Gunner' sat suddenly erect, awakened out of a sound sleep. 'Geeze!' he exclaimed. 'What was that?' Receiving no answer he looked about. 'Wouldn't that eat you?' he murmured. 'He's went. I wonder has he run out on me? He didn't seem like that kind of a guy. But you can't never tell—I've had pals to double-cross me before
