The afternoon waned. The quarry passed out of the forest into an open plain at the foot of a tall mountain. The distance from the forest to the mountain was not great. Nkima could see across the plain, cut with little ravines, cluttered with huge boulders, to a village that lay at the foot of a perpendicular cliff.
A little river wound down toward the forest from the village, as though it rose in the village itself and flowed out beneath the gates of the lofty palisade. These things Nkima saw. He also saw the two he had been stalking cross the plain toward the village, but he did not follow them. After all a game is a game; there is no use carrying one too far.
He saw the gates open to admit the couple. He saw them close behind them. Then, for the first time, he realized that night was falling; and suddenly he became very lonely and afraid.
He thought of Tarzan and the safety of that bronzed shoulder; then he turned and scampered through the trees back into the south, clutching the forked stick tightly in his little fist, whimpering as he went.
Chapter 21 Only Two Left
TIBBS AWOKE suddenly out of a sound sleep, and as he opened his eyes he saw Sborov with upraised hatchet kneeling above Brown. With a cry of warning, he leaped to his feet. Sborov hesitated an instant and looked quickly toward Tibbs. It was that momentary hesitation that saved Brown's life.
Tibbs' cry awakened him, and almost instinctively he recoiled and rolled to one side; perhaps it was a natural reaction to the note of warning and the terror in the voice of the Englishman.
Sborov struck, but the sharp blade missed Brown by a fraction of an inch and was buried in the earth where his bead had lain but a brief instant before.
At Tibbs' cry Jane leaped to her feet, fully awake on the instant. Sborov, on one knee, reached his feet before Brown, and clinging to the hatchet fled into the jungle.
Brown started in pursuit, but Jane called him back. 'Don't follow him,' she said. 'What's the use? We are well rid of him; he won't dare come back now. If you followed him, he might lie in wait for you and kill you. We can't spare any more; we are all too few now.'
Brown turned back. 'I hate to let him get away with anything like that. But I suppose you're right. He could hide and get me in that mess of trees and undergrowth before I knew what it was all about.' He shook his head ruefully. 'But I still hate to let him go; he ought to get what's coming to him.'
'He will—out there alone,' prophesied Jane. 'Hi 'opes 'e does before hever Hi lays eyes on 'im again, the bounder, if you'll pardon me, Milady.'
'I think you're quite right, Tibbs; we all feel the same about the man. But now we are only three—though he never was much good to us.'
''Much good'!' exploded Brown. 'Migawd, Miss, he wasn't no good. He never done a thing except make trouble. If I don't never see the sight of him again that will be twenty years too soon.'
'Prince!' There was a world of contempt and irony in the American's tones. 'If they was all like him I don't wonder they been kickin' 'em out.'
Jane smiled. 'There have been some pretty good ones, Brown; and there still are. Princes like Sborov are not really princes at all—it is often just a courtesy title, as meaningless as a colonelcy in Kentucky . They don't rate very high in their own countries.'
Brown grinned. 'They sure are the fair haired boys in America , though. It was that title the poor old lady fell for, and look what it cost her. American women are fools, the way they go for titles.'
Jane smiled good naturedly. 'I'm an American, you know, Brown.'
The pilot flushed. 'Heck, no, Miss, I didn't know it. I'm sorry.'
'You needn't be, because you're right about some American women—the climbers. It's not as bad as it used to be; but Americans still buy titles, and they don't often get very much for their money beside the titles. Oftentimes even the titles are as spurious as their owners.
'I recall reading a book written a number of years ago by a French count who had married a daughter of one of America 's richest railroad families. He made fun of his wife's people, their poor taste, their love of money. Yet nothing that they were accused of could have been in such rotten taste as this book, nor was their love of money any greater than his by his own admission; for he bragged of having sold his title for their money. In the same breath he spoke of the honor of his house and his ancient lineage. He and his kind are sickening.
'I grow more and more to agree with my husband's appraisal of beasts and men—he prefers the beasts.'
Brown shook his head dubiously. 'I ain't got much use for men, myself,' he admitted; 'leastwise some men, but if your husband was in our fix I reckon he'd be doggone glad to get out of this jungle back where there were plenty of men and no beasts.'
'You don't know my husband.'
'Well, perhaps he'd rather be here than in good old Chi; but I wouldn't.'
'Then we'd better start getting out,' suggested Jane. 'There's nothing to keep us here any longer.'
'Quite right, Milady, if you'll pardon my saying so,' agreed Tibbs.
'I'm for hopping off right away,' said Brown. 'Perhaps—well, perhaps—'
'Perhaps what?' asked Jane.
'I was just thinking of Annette. I know there ain't no chance of running across her, but I can't help hoping.'
'We're all hoping, Brown. That's about all we can do, I'm afraid.' Jane laid a sympathetic hand on the man's arm.
As the three set out once more upon the trail toward the east, a pair of eyes watched them from the foliage of a nearby tree, sinister, unblinking eyes that appraised the two men casually but were most often centered upon Jane.
Brown took the lead, setting a pace that would not be too hard on Tibbs; he had learned that whatever pace he set, the girl was equal to it; perhaps even more. He often wondered at her strength, endurance, and nerve. She was not at all the sort of person that he had imagined a titled English woman would be. He had always thought of women of her class as pampered, helpless creatures. It seemed strange to him now that he should look up to one as a trusted, dependable leader; that is, it seemed strange when he gave the matter any thought; otherwise, it appeared perfectly natural. He had never followed a man in whom he had greater confidence, or for whom he had more respect, than this slender, beautiful lady of quality.
Behind Brown came Tibbs. The night's rest had refreshed him. His muscles were already becoming inured to the hardships of the trail. He swung along this morning like a veteran.
'Hit's a grand day, Milady,' he remarked, 'if you don't mind my saying so. I feels as 'ow things was goin' to be a little bit of all right, you know, from now on.'
'I hope so, Tibbs. Perhaps the worst is over. If we only knew just where we were, it would make things so much easier. We may be headed straight for some friendly village where we can get guides, or we may be headed into a wilderness. That is what troubles me most. If we only knew.'
'The Duke of Doningham used to say that what we don't know won't never harm us, Milady.'
'It won't do us any good, either,' laughed Jane.
'But maybe 'e wasn't ever lost in Africa,' suggested Tibbs, 'Hi never 'ad no idea Africa was such a large place.'
'It covers quite a lot of territory, Tibbs. It's no place to be lost.'
'Hi'd 'ate to be lost in it all alone, milady—like 'is 'igh-ness. My word, milady, but 'e must be frightened back there all alone—nothin' only his thoughts to keep 'im company.'
'And such terrible thoughts, Tibbs. I shudder to think what they must be; but I'm not worrying about him— it's poor little Annette.'
Tibbs was silent. He too was thinking of Annette.
Gliding silently through the trees behind them followed a tireless stalker. Seldom now were those cruel eyes allowed to wander from the slender figure of the girl swinging along behind the two men.
As the hours passed, Tibbs commenced to tire again. He lagged a little and dropped farther behind Brown. He
