been within a mile of him he would not have moved from the safety of the slenderest high-flung branch to which no Sheeta could pursue him. But he merely said, 'Nkima is very brave.'
The little monkey entered the hut and leaped to the broad chest of the ape-man. 'I have come to gnaw the cords that hold you,' he announced.
'That you cannot do,' replied Tarzan; 'otherwise I should have called you long ago.'
'Why can I not?' demanded Nkima. 'My teeth are very sharp.'
'After the little men bound me with rope,' explained Tarzan, 'they twisted copper wire about my wrists and ankles. Nkima cannot gnaw through copper wire.'
'I can gnaw through the cords,' insisted Nkima, 'and then I can take the wire off with my fingers.'
'You can try,' replied Tarzan, 'but I think that you cannot do it.'
Nyalwa had at last succeeded in finding five warriors who would accompany him to the hut and kill the prisoner. He regretted that he had suggested the plan, for he had found it necessary, as candidate for permanent chieftainship, to volunteer to head the party.
As they crept slowly toward the hut, Tarzan raised his head. 'They come!' his whispered to Nkima. 'Go out and meet them. Hurry!'
Nkima crept cautiously through the doorway. The sight that first met his eyes was of six warriors creeping stealthily toward him. 'They come!' he screamed to Tarzan. 'The little Gomangani come!' And then he fled precipitately.
The Betetes saw him and were astonished. They were also not a little fearful. 'The demon has changed himself into a little monkey and escaped,' cried a warrior.
Nyalwa hoped so, but it seemed almost too good to be true; however, he grasped at the suggestion. 'Then we may go back,' he said. 'If he has gone we cannot kill him.'
'We should look into the hut,' urged a warrior who had hoped to be chief and who would have been glad to demonstrate that he was braver than Nyalwa.
'We can look into it in the morning when it is light,' argued Nyalwa; 'it is very dark now. We could see nothing.'
'I will go and get a brand from the fire,' said the warrior, 'and then if Nyalwa is afraid I will go into the hut. I am not afraid.'
'I am not afraid,' cried Nyalwa. 'I will go in without any light.' But he had no more than said it than he regretted it. Why was he always saying things first and thinking afterward?
'Then why do you stand still?' demanded the warrior. 'You cannot get into the hut by standing still.'
'I am not standing still,' remonstrated Nyalwa, creeping forward very slowly.
While they argued, Nkima scaled the palisade and fled into the dark forest. He was very much afraid, but he felt better when he had reached the smaller branches of the trees, far above the ground. He did not pause here, however, but swung on through the darkness, for there was a fixed purpose in the mind of little Nkima. Even his fear of Sheeta was submerged in the excitation of his mission.
Nyalwa crept to the doorway of the hut and peered in. He could see nothing. Prodding ahead of him with his spear he stepped inside. The five warriors crowded to the entrance behind him. Suddenly there burst upon Nyalwa's startled ears the same weird cry that had so terrified them all before. Nyalwa wheeled and bolted for the open air, but the five barred his exit. He collided with them and tried to claw his way over or through them. He was terrified, but it was a question as to whether he was any more terrified than the five. They had not barred his way intentionally, but only because they had not moved as quickly as he. Now they rolled out upon the ground and, scrambling to their feet, bolted for the opposite end of the village.
'He is still there,' announced Nyalwa after he had regained his breath. 'That was what I went into the hut to learn. I have done what I said I would.'
'We were going to kill him,' said the warrior who would be chief. 'Why did you not kill him? You were in there with him and you had your spear. He was bound and helpless. If you had let me go in, I would have killed him.'
'Go in and kill him then,' growled Nyalwa, disgusted.
'I have a better way,' announced another warrior.
'What is it?' demanded Nyalwa, ready to jump at any suggestion.
'Let us all go and surround the hut; then when you give the word we will hurl our spears through the walls. In this way we shall be sure to kill the white man.'
'That is just what I was going to suggest,' stated Nyalwa. 'We will all go; follow me!'
The little men crept again stealthily toward the hut. Their numbers gave them courage. At last they had surrounded it and were waiting the signal from Nyalwa. The spears with their poisoned tips were poised. The life of the apeman hung in the balance, when a chorus of angry growls just beyond the palisade stilled the word of command on the lips of Nyalwa.
'What is that?' he cried.
The little men glanced toward the palisade and saw dark forms surmounting it. 'The demons are coming!' shrieked one.
'It is the hairy men of the forest,' cried another.
Huge, dark forms scaled the palisade and dropped into the village. The Betetes dropped back, hurling their spears. A little monkey perched upon the roof of a hut screamed and chattered. 'This way!' he cried. 'This way, Zu-tho! Here is Tarzan of the Apes in this nest of the Gomangani.'
A huge, hulking form with great shoulders and long arms rolled toward the hut. Behind him were half a dozen enormous bulls. The Betetes had fallen back to the front of Rebega's hut.
'Here!' called Tarzan. 'Tarzan is here, Zu-tho!'
The great ape stooped and peered into the dark interior of the hut. His enormous frame was too large for the small doorway. With his great hands he seized the hut by its door posts and tore it from the ground, tipping it over upon its back, as little Nkima leaped, screaming, to the roof of an adjacent hut.
'Carry me out into the forest,' directed the ape-man.
Zu-tho lifted the white man in his arms and carried him to the palisade, while the pygmies huddled behind the hut of Rebega, not knowing what was transpiring in that other part of their village. The other bulls followed, growling angrily. They did not like the scent of the man-things. They wished to get away. As they had come, they departed; and a moment later the dark shadows of the jungle engulfed them.
Chapter 20. 'I Hate You!'
AS Old Timer carried the girl out of the village of the Betetes into the forest, every fiber of his being thrilled to the contact of her soft, warm body. At last he held her in his arms. Even the danger of their situation was forgotten for the moment in the ecstasy of his gladness. He had found her! He had saved her! Even in the excitement of the moment he realized that no other woman had ever aroused within him such an overpowering tide of emotion.
She had not spoken; she had not cried out. As a matter of fact she did not know into whose hands she had now fallen. Her reaction to her rescue had been anything but a happy one, for she felt that she had been snatched from merciful death to face some new horror of life. The most reasonable explanation was that Bobolo had arrived in time to snatch her from the hands of the pygmies, and she preferred death to Bobolo.
A short distance from the village Old Timer lowered her to the ground and commenced to cut away her bonds. He had not spoken either. He had not dared trust his voice to speak, so loudly was his heart pounding in his throat. When the last bond was cut he helped her to her feet. He wanted to take her in his arms and crush her to him, but something stayed him. Suddenly he felt almost afraid of her. Then he found his voice.
'Thank God that I came in time,' he said.
The girl voiced a startled exclamation of surprise. 'You are a white man!' she cried. 'Who are you?'
'Who did you think I was?'
'Bobolo.'
He laughed. 'I am the man you don't like,' he explained.
'Oh! And you risked your life to save me. Why did you do it? It was obvious that you did not like me; perhaps
