Numa the lion, Dango the hyena, Sheeta the leopard passed near that night, and the scent of the helpless man-thing was strong in their nostrils, but when they saw who stood guard above Tarzan and heard the mutterings of the big bull, they passed on about their business while Tarzan of the Apes slept.
With the coming of dawn all was quickly astir in the menzil of Ibn Jad. Scarce was the meagre breakfast eaten ere the beyt of the sheik was taken down by his women, and at this signal the other houses of hair came tumbling to the ground, and within the hour the Arab were winding northward toward el-Habash.
The Beduins and their women were mounted upon the desert ponies that had survived the long journey from the north, while the slaves that they had brought with them from their own country marched afoot at the front and rear of the column in the capacity of askari, and these were armed with muskets. Their bearers were the natives that they had impressed into their service along the way. These carried the impedimenta of the camp and herded the goats and sheep along the trail.
Zeyd rode beside Ateja, the daughter of the sheik, and more often were his eyes upon her profile than upon the trail ahead. Fahd, who rode near Ibn Jad, cast an occasional angry glance in the direction of the two. Tollog, the sheik’s brother, saw and grinned.
“Zeyd is a bolder suitor than thou, Fahd,” he whispered to the young man.
“He has whispered lies into her ears and she will have none of me,” complained Fahd.
“If the sheykh favored thy suit though,” suggested Tollog.
“But he does not,” snapped Fahd. “A word from you might aid. You promised it.”
“Wellah, yes, but my brother is an overindulgent sire,” explained Tollog. “He doth not mislike you, Fahd, but rather he would have his bint happy, and so leaves the selection of her mate to her.”
“What is there to do, then?” demanded Fahd.
“If I were sheykh, now,” suggested Tollog, “but alas I am not.”
“If you were sheykh, what then?”
“My niece would go to the man of my own choosing.”
“But you are not sheykh,” Fahd reminded him.
Tollog leaned close and whispered in Fahd’s ear. “A suitor as bold as Zeyd would find the way to make me sheykh.”
Fahd made no reply but only rode on in silence, his head bowed and his brows contracted in thought.
III
The Apes of Toyat
Three days crawled slowly out of the east and followed one another across the steaming jungle and over the edge of the world beyond. For three days the Arab moved slowly northward toward el-Habash. For three days Tarzan of the Apes lay in the little clearing, bound and helpless, while Tantor the elephant stood guard above him. Once each day the great bull brought the ape-man food and water.
The camel leather thongs held securely and no outside aid appeared to release Tarzan from the ever increasing discomfort and danger of his predicament. He had called to Manu the monkey to come and gnaw the strands apart, but Manu, ever irresponsible, had only promised and forgotten. And so the ape-man lay uncomplaining, as is the way of beasts, patiently waiting for release, knowing that it might come in the habiliment of death.
Upon the morning of the fourth day Tantor gave evidences of restlessness. His brief foragings had exhausted the nearby supply of food for himself and his charge. He wanted to move on and take Tarzan with him; but the ape-man was now convinced that to be carried farther into the elephant country would lessen his chances for succor, for he felt that the only one of the jungle people who could release him was Mangani the great ape. Tarzan knew that already he was practically at the outer limits of the Mangani country, yet there was a remote chance that a band of the great anthropoids might pass this way and discover him, while, should Tantor carry him farther north even this meager likelihood of release would be lost forever.
Tantor wanted to be gone. He nudged Tarzan with his trunk and rolled him over. He raised him from the ground.
“Put me down, Tantor,” said the ape-man, and the pachyderm obeyed, but he turned and walked away. Tarzan watched him cross the clearing to the trees upon the far side. There Tantor hesitated, stopped, turned. He looked back at Tarzan and trumpeted. He dug up the earth with a great tusk and appeared angry.
“Go and feed,” said Tarzan, “and then return. Tomorrow the Mangani may come.”
Tantor trumpeted again and, wheeling about, disappeared in the jungle. For a long time the ape-man lay listening to the retreating footfalls of his old friend.
“He is gone,” he mused. “I cannot blame him. Perhaps it is as well. What matter whether it be today, tomorrow, or the day after?”
The morning passed. The noonday silence lay upon the jungle. Only the insects were abroad. They annoyed Tarzan as they did the other jungle beasts, but to the poison of their stings he was immune through a lifetime of inoculation.
Suddenly there came a great scampering through the trees. Little Manu and his brothers, his sisters and his cousins came trooping madly through the middle terrace, squealing, chattering and scolding.
“Manu!” called Tarzan. “What comes?”
“The Mangani! The Mangani!” shrieked the monkeys.
“Go and fetch them, Manu!” commanded the ape-man.
“We are afraid.”
“Go and call to them from the upper terraces,” urged Tarzan. “They cannot reach you there. Tell them that one of their people lies helpless here. Tell them to come and release me.”
“We are afraid.”
“They cannot reach you in the upper terraces. Go! They will be your friends then.”
“They cannot climb to the upper terraces,” said an old monkey. “I will go.”
The others, halted in their flight, turned and watched the graybeard as he scampered quickly off amongst the loftiest branches of the great trees, and Tarzan waited.
Presently he heard the deep gutturals of his own
