For an hour the little party rested and then Tarzan suddenly rose and, motioning the others to silence, listened. For a minute he stood motionless, his keen ears acutely receptive to sounds so faint and distant that none of the other three could detect the slightest break in the utter and deathlike quiet of the gorge. Finally the ape-man relaxed and turned toward them. “What is it?” asked the girl.
“They are coming,” he replied. “They are yet some distance away, though not far, for the sandaled feet of the men and the pads of the lions make little noise upon the soft sands.”
“What shall we do—try to go on?” asked Smith-Oldwick. “I believe I could make a go of it now for a short way. I am much rested. How about you Miss Kircher?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, “I am much stronger. Yes, surely I can go on.”
Tarzan knew that neither of them quite spoke the truth, that people do not recover so quickly from utter exhaustion, but he saw no other way and there was always the hope that just beyond the next turn would be a way out of the gorge.
“You help the lieutenant, Otobu,” he said, turning to the black, “and I will carry Miss Kircher,” and though the girl objected, saying that he must not waste his strength, he lifted her lightly in his arms and moved off up the canyon, followed by Otobu and the Englishman. They had gone no great distance when the others of the party became aware of the sounds of pursuit, for now the lions were whining as though the fresh scent spoor of their quarry had reached their nostrils.
“I wish that your Numa would return,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Tarzan, “but we shall have to do the best we can without him. I should like to find some place where we can barricade ourselves against attack from all sides. Possibly then we might hold them off. Smith-Oldwick is a good shot and if there are not too many men he might be able to dispose of them provided they can only come at him one at a time. The lions don’t bother me so much. Sometimes they are stupid animals, and I am sure that these that pursue us, and who are so dependent upon the masters that have raised and trained them, will be easily handled after the warriors are disposed of.”
“You think there is some hope, then?” she asked.
“We are still alive,” was his only answer.
“There,” he said presently, “I thought I recalled this very spot.” He pointed toward a fragment that had evidently fallen from the summit of the cliff and which now lay imbedded in the sand a few feet from the base. It was a jagged fragment of rock which rose some ten feet above the surface of the sand, leaving a narrow aperture between it and the cliff behind. Toward this they directed their steps and when finally they reached their goal they found a space about two feet wide and ten feet long between the rock and the cliff. To be sure it was open at both ends but at least they could not be attacked upon all sides at once.
They had scarcely concealed themselves before Tarzan’s quick ears caught a sound upon the face of the cliff above them, and looking up he saw a diminutive monkey perched upon a slight projection—an ugly-faced little monkey who looked down upon them for a moment and then scampered away toward the south in the direction from which their pursuers were coming. Otobu had seen the monkey too. “He will tell the parrots,” said the black, “and the parrots will tell the madmen.”
“It is all the same,” replied Tarzan; “the lions would have found us here. We could not hope to hide from them.”
He placed Smith-Oldwick, with his pistol, at the north opening of their haven and told Otobu to stand with his spear at the Englishman’s shoulder, while he himself prepared to guard the southern approach. Between them he had the girl lie down in the sand. “You will be safe there in the event that they use their spears,” he said.
The minutes that dragged by seemed veritable eternities to Bertha Kircher and then at last, and almost with relief, she knew that the pursuers were upon them. She heard the angry roaring of the lions and the cries of the madmen. For several minutes the men seemed to be investigating the stronghold which their quarry had discovered. She could hear them both to the north and south and then from where she lay she saw a lion charging for the ape-man before her. She saw the giant arm swing back with the curved saber and she saw it fall with terrific velocity and meet the lion as he rose to grapple with the man, cleaving his skull as cleanly as a butcher opens up a sheep.
Then she heard footsteps running rapidly toward Smith-Oldwick and, as his pistol spoke, there was a scream and the sound of a falling body. Evidently disheartened by the failure of their first attempt the assaulters drew off, but only for a short time. Again they came, this time a man opposing Tarzan and a lion seeking to overcome Smith-Oldwick. Tarzan had cautioned the young Englishman not to waste his cartridges upon the lions and it was Otobu with the Xujan spear who met the beast, which was not subdued until both he and Smith-Oldwick had been mauled, and the latter had succeeded in running the point of the saber the girl had carried, into the beast’s heart. The man who opposed Tarzan inadvertently came too close in an attempt to cut at the ape-man’s head, with the result that an instant later his corpse lay with the neck broken upon the body of the lion.
Once again the enemy withdrew, but again only for a short time, and now they came in full force, the
