'He may be all of that, but still I don't see why you want to drag me to Africa —the bugs, the dirt; and I do not like lions.'
Jane laughed. 'Really, you might spend a year in Africa without seeing a lion; and you will get used to the bugs and the dirt.'
Prince Sborov grimaced. 'I prefer the Savoy ,' he said.
'You will go with us, dear, won't you?' insisted Kitty.
'Well,' hesitated Jane, 'I really don't know. In the first place, I don't know where you are going.'
'We are going to fly direct to Nairobi and outfit there; and, my dear, to get any place in Africa, you have to go to Nairobi first.'
Jane smiled. 'Well, it happens that that is where I intend going anyway. Lord Greystoke is to meet me there.'
'Then it's all settled. Oh, isn't it wonderful?'
'You almost make me want to go,' said Hazel.
'Well, my dear, we would be delighted to have you,' exclaimed Princess Sborov. 'You see, I have a six- passenger cabin plane. There are four of us, and the pilot and my maid will make six.'
'How about my man?' asked the prince.
'Oh, my dear, you won't need a man in Africa . You will have a little colored boy who will do your washing and cooking and carry your gun. I read about it time and time again in African stories.'
'Of course,' said Hazel, 'it's awfully sweet of you; but I really couldn't go. It's out of the question. Bunny and I are sailing for America Saturday.'
'But you'll come with us, Jane dear?'
'Why, I'd like to, Kitty, if I can get ready in time. When do you start?'
'We were planning on going next week; but, of course, I mean—if—'
'Why, yes, I think I can make it all right.'
'Then it's settled, my dear. How perfectly won—we'll take off from the Croydon Airdrome next Wednesday.'
'I'll cable Lord Greystoke today; and Friday I am giving a farewell dinner for Lord and Lady Tennington, and you and Prince Sborov must be there.'
Chapter 2 Sound Above the Storm
THE LORD of the Jungle rose from a crude, leaf-covered platform constructed in the crotch of two branches of a mighty patriarch of the jungle. He stretched luxuriously. The slanting rays of the morning sun mottled his bronze body through the leafy canopy that stretched interminably above him.
Little Nkima stirred and awoke. With a scream, he leaped to the shoulder of the ape-man and encircled his neck with his hairy arms.
'Sheeta!' screamed the monkey. 'He was about to spring on little Nkima.'
The ape-man smiled. 'Nkima has been seeing things in his sleep,' he said.
The monkey looked about him among the branches of the trees and down at the ground below. Then, seeing that no danger threatened, he commenced to dance and chatter; but presently the ape-man silenced him and listened.
'Sheeta comes,' he said. 'He is coming up wind toward us. We cannot smell him but if Manu had the ears of Tarzan, he could hear him.'
The monkey cocked an ear down wind and listened. 'Little Nkima hears him,' he said. 'He comes slowly.' Presently the sinuous, tawny body of the panther forced its way through the brush and came into view below them.
'Sheeta is not hunting,' said Tarzan. 'He has fed and he is not hungry.' And thus reassured, Nkima commenced to hurl invectives at the savage beast below them. The great cat paused and looked up, and when he saw Tarzan and Nkima he bared his fangs in an angry snarl. But he started on again, for he had no business with them.
Feeling secure in the protection of Tarzan, little Nkima waxed belligerent, as he always did under similar circumstances when the possibility of danger seemed remote. He hurled at his hereditary enemy every jungle epithet that he could put his tongue to, but as these seemed to make no impression upon Sheeta he leaped from Tarzan's shoulder to a trailing vine that bore a soft, ill-smelling fruit, and gathering one of these he hurled it at the panther.
By accident, his aim proved true; and the missile struck Sheeta on the back of the head.
With an angry snarl, the beast wheeled about and started toward the tree that harbored his annoyer. Screaming with terror, little Nkima fled upwards to the safety of the smaller branches that would not bear the weight of the great cat.
The ape-man grinned up after the fleeing monkey and then glanced down at the angry panther. A low, growling 'Kreeg-ah' rumbled from his throat, and the other beast below returned an answering growl. Then it turned and slunk away into the jungle, rumbling in its throat.
The ape-man was returning leisurely from an excursion into a remote district of the great forest, far from his own haunts.
He had heard strange rumors, and he had gone to investigate them. From deep in the interior, on the borders of a tractless waste that few men had entered and from which some had never returned alive, had come a strange and mysterious story since so long before the memory of living man that the facts had become interwoven with the legends and the folklore of the tribes inhabiting this borderland to such an extent that they had come to be accepted as something inevitable and inescapable; but recently the disappearance of young girls had increased to an alarming extent and had occurred in tribes far removed from the mysterious country.
But when Tarzan investigated and sought to solve the mystery, he was balked by the fear and superstition of the natives. So fearful were they of the malign, mysterious power that snatched their young girls from them, that they would give Tarzan no information or assist him in any way to aid them; and so, disgusted, he had left them to their fate.
After all, why should the ape-man concern himself? Life to the jungle-bred is a commodity of little value. It is given and taken casually as a matter of course. One loves or kills as naturally as one sleeps or dreams. Yet the mystery of the thing intrigued him.
Young girls, always between the ages of fourteen and twenty, vanished as in thin air. No trace of them ever was seen again. Their fate remained an unsolved mystery.
But by now Tarzan had relegated the matter to the background of his thoughts, for his active mind could not long concern itself with a problem that did not closely concern him and which at any event seemed impossible of solution.
He swung easily through the trees, his alert senses conscious of all that transpired within their range. Since Sheeta had passed up wind, he had known by the decreasing volume of the great cat's spoor that the distance between them was constantly increasing—proof that Sheeta was not stalking him. From far away, muted by the distance, sounded the roar of Numa, the lion; and deeper in the forest Tantor, the elephant, trumpeted.
The morning air, the sounds and smells of his beloved jungle, filled the ape-man with exhilaration. Had he been the creature of another environment, he might have whistled or sung or whooped aloud like a cowboy in sheer exuberance of spirit; but the jungle-bred are not thus. They veil their emotions; and they move noiselessly always, for thus do they extend the span of their precarious lives.
Scampering sometimes at his side, sometimes far above him, little Nkima travelled many times the distance of his master, wasting much energy; as, safe in the protection of his benefactor, he insulted all living things that came his way.
But presently he saw his master stop and sniff the air and listen, and then little Nkima dropped silently to a great bronzed shoulder.
'Men,' said Tarzan.
The little monkey sniffed the air. 'Nkima smells nothing,' he said.
