burden to me-as though she ever could be a burden.'
'Well, you've got to tell her; and you might as well get it off your chest now as any time. If we're going after those birds, we want to get started pronto.'
'O.K.' He walked to Gonfala's shelter and called her. There was no response. He called again louder; and then again and again, but with no results. Then he entered. Gonfala was not there.
He came out, white and shaken. 'They must have taken her, too, Bob.'
The other shook his head. 'That would have been impossible without disturbing us-if she had tried to arouse us.'
Wood bridled angrily. 'You mean-?'
Van Eyk interrupted and put a hand on the other's shoulder. 'I don't know any more about it than you, Stan. I'm just stating a self-evident fact. You know it as well as I.'
'But the inference.'
'I can't help the inference either. They couldn't have taken Gonfala by force without waking us; therefore either she went with them willingly, or she didn't go with them at all.'
'The latter's out of the question. Gonfala would never run away from me. Why only last night we were planning on the future, after we got married.'
Van Eyk shook his head. 'Have you ever really stopped to think about what that would mean, Stan? What it would mean to you both in the future-in America? I'm thinking just as much of her happiness as yours, old man. I'm thinking of the Hell on earth that would be your lot-hers and yours. You know as well as I what one drop of colored blood does for a man or woman in the great democracy of the U.S.A. You'd both be ostracized by the blacks as well as the whites. I'm not speaking from any personal prejudice; I'm just stating a fact. It's hard and cruel and terrible, but it still remains a fact.'
Wood nodded in sad acquiescence. There was no anger in his voice as he replied. 'I know it as well as you, but I'd go through Hell for her. I'd live in Hell for her, and thank God for the opportunity. I love her that much.'
'Then there's nothing more to be said. If you feel that way about it, I'm for you. I'll never mention it again, and if you ever do marry it'll never change me toward either of you.'
'Thanks, old man; I'm sure of it. And now let's get busy and start after them.'
'You still think they took her?'
'I have a theory. They have both the Gonfal and the great emerald of the Zuli. You saw how Clayton used that mysterious power to bend the Kaji and Zuli to his will. They used it to compel Gonfala to accompany them without making any disturbance. You know the experience I had. Mafka dragged me away from Clayton in the same way.'
'I guess you're right. I hadn't thought of that, but why did they want Gonfala?'
Van Eyk looked uncomfortable, and the other noticed it. 'You don't mean-?' he exclaimed.
Van Eyk shrugged helplessly. 'They are men,' he said, 'and not very high types.'
'We've got to find her-we've got to hurry!' Wood was almost frantic.
Some of the blacks picked up the trail of the two men, leading toward the south; and the manhunt was on.
Chapter 12. Reunion
TWO WEEKS ROLLED by. Tarzan was returning from the north with the information he sought. Sometimes he thought of the two Americans and Gonfala and the prisoners he had released from the Kaji and wondered how they fared. There had been enough of them to make their way in safety to the friendly tribes, and after that it would have been very simple to reach the outposts of civilization. He imagined that they were well on their way by this time with a good safari of trained bearers and ample provisions. He knew that the Americans were amply able to bear the expense even if they were unable to finance themselves on the security of the great emerald of the Zuli.
It was late afternoon as the Lord of the Jungle swung along a game trail at the edge of a forest. A light wind was blowing in his face, waving his black hair. It brought to his nostrils evidence of things unseen that lay ahead. Presently it brought the acrid scent of Numa the lion. It was an old lion, for the odor was stronger than that of a cub or a young lion in its prime.
To Tarzan it was just another lion. He gave it little thought until the wind brought faintly to his nostrils another scent-the scent spoor of a Tarmangani, a she-a white woman. This scent came from the same direction as that of Numa. The two, in conjunction, spelled tragedy.
Tarzan took to the trees. Game trails are winding. Through the trees he could move in a straight line, shortening the distance to his destination; and through the trees he could move with incredible swiftness. They had been his natural element since infancy when he had been borne swiftly from danger by his foster mother, Kala the she-ape.
The woman, haggard, unkempt, starving, exhausted, moved slowly and hopelessly along the trail. Her senses were dulled by fatigue and suffering. She heard nothing, yet some inner sense prompted her to turn a backward glance along the trail; then she saw the lion. He was moving softly and slowly after her. When he saw that he was discovered, he bared his fangs and growled.
The woman stopped and faced him. She had not the strength to climb a tree to safety. She knew that flight was useless. She just stood there, wide-eyed and hopeless, waiting for the end. She did not care. She had nothing to live for. She only prayed that death might come with merciful quickness.
When she had stopped, the lion had stopped. He stood glaring at her, his eyes blazing. Suddenly he started toward her at a trot. A few steps and he would charge-that swift, merciless charge of the king of beasts that is the culmination of ferocity.
He seemed to crouch lower, almost flattening himself against the ground; and now a horrid roar burst from his savage throat as he sprang forward!
The woman's eyes went wide, first in horror and then in surprise; for as the lion charged, an almost naked man dropped from an overhanging limb full upon the beast's back. She heard the roars and growls of the man mingling with those of the beast, and she shuddered. She saw a knife flash in the air, once, twice again. Then, with a final hideous roar, the lion slumped to the ground, dead.
The man leaped to his feet. It was then that she recognized him, and a feeling of relief and a sense of security possessed her. They endured for but a moment to be blasted by the hideous victory cry of the bull ape as Tarzan placed a foot upon the carcass of his kill and voiced the weird scream that had echoed so many times through other forests and jungles, deserts and plains.
Then his eyes dropped to the woman. 'Gonfala! What has happened? What are you doing here alone?'
She told him a little-just that she felt that she would bring unhappiness into Wood's life and so had run away. She had come north because she knew that he was going south. She had hoped to find some village where they would take her in; but she had found nothing; and so she had turned back intending to return to Kaji and the only people that she knew as her own.
'You can't go back there,' Tarzan told her. 'Without Mafka's protection, they would kill you.'
'Yes, I suppose they would; but where else may I go?'
'You are coming with me. Wood will save the emerald for you. You will have all the money you will ever need. You can live then where you wish in safety and comfort.'
It was weeks before the ape-man brought the girl to his home-to the commodious bungalow where his wife welcomed and comforted her. All that time they had sought for word of Wood and van Eyk and their party but had had none. Their total disappearance seemed a mystery to Tarzan, and he planned to set out presently to solve it. Time, however, means little to the ape-man. There were other things to be done, and days passed. Yet time itself was bringing the solution nearer.
Two white men with a small safari trekked through a grim forest-damp, dark, depressing. It seemed endless.
'If ever two people were thoroughly and completely lost, we are they.' Wood had stopped and removed his sun helmet to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.
