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Title:      Tarzan and the Castaways
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs
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Title:      Tarzan and the Castaways
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs




Chapter I

IT IS SOMETIMES DIFFICULT to know just where to begin a story. I recall
an acquaintance of mine who, in telling of an accident wherein a neighbor
had fallen down the cellar stairs and broken her leg, would recount all
the marriages and deaths in the family for a generation or two back
before getting to the point of the story.

In the present instance, I might go back to Ah Cuitok Tutul Xiu, the
Mayan, who founded Uxmal in Yucatan in 1004 A.D.; and from him on to Chab
Xib Chac, the Red Man, who destroyed Mayapan in 1451 and murdered the
entire Cocom family of tyrants; but I shall not. I shall simply mention
that Chac Tutul Xiu, a descendant of Ah Cuitok Tutul Xiu, motivated by
that strange migratory urge of the Maya and by the advice of the Ah Kin
Mai, or chief priest, left Uxmal with many of his followers, nobles,
warriors, women, and slaves, and went to the coast where he constructed
several large double dugout canoes and embarked therein upon the broad
Pacific, never again to be heard of in his homeland.

That was in 1452 or 1453. From there I might make a broad calendric jump
of some four hundred eighty-five or six years to modern times and to the
island of Uxmal in the South Pacific, where Cit Coh Xiu is king; but I
shall not do that either, since it would be anticipating my story.

Instead, I take you to the deck of the Saigon, a battered old tramp
steamer awaiting at Mombasa to load wild animals for shipment to the
United States. From below and from cages on deck come the plaints and
threats of captured beasts; the deep-throated rumblings of lions, the
trumpeting of elephants, the obscene "laugh" of hyenas, the chattering of
monkeys.

At the rail two men are deep in argument: "But I tell you, Abdullah," one
was saying, "we are practically ready to sail; the last consignment
should be here within the week, and every day my expenses are mounting.
It might take you a month to bring him in; you might not get him at all."

"I cannot fail, Sahib Krause," replied Abdullah Abu Nejm; "he has
received an injury; that I know from Ndalo, in whose country he now is;
and so he may be taken easily. Think of it, Sahib! A real wildman, raised
by apes from infancy, the play fellow of elephants, the killer of lions.
Wellah? he would be worth more than all your shipload of wild beasts in
the land of the Nasara; he would make you a rich man, Sahib Krause."

"As I understand it, the fellow speaks English as well as the damned
British themselves; I have heard of him for years. How long do you
suppose I could exhibit in a cage in the United States a white man who
can speak English? Abdullah, you are always saying that we Nasara are
mad; I think it is you who are mad."

"You do not understand," replied the Arab. "This injury which he has
suffered had deprived him of speech and the knowledge of speech; in that
respect, he would be as your other beasts. They cannot complain, so that
anyone can understand them; neither could he."

"Aphasia," muttered Krause.

"What did you say, Sahib?"

"That is the name of the affliction which has resulted in your man's loss
of speech," explained Krause; "It is caused by a brain lesion. It puts a
different aspect on the matter; the thing might be done-and very
profitably; but yet--" , He hesitated.

"You do not like the English, Sahib?" inquired Abdullah.

"I do not," snapped Krause. "Why do you ask?"

"This man is an Englishman," replied the Arab in his oiliest tones.

"What would you want for bringing him in?"

"The expenses of my safari, which would be very little, and the price of
one lion."

"You do not ask much for so great a catch," commented Krause; "why is
that? I expected you to rob me-as usual."

The Arab's eyes narrowed, and his sinister face seemed a mask of hate.
"He is my enemy," he said.

"How long will it take?"

"Less than a month," replied Abdullah.

"I shall wait thirty days," said Krause; "then I shall sail, whether you
are back or not."

***

"I am bored," said the girl. "Mombasa! I hate it."

"You are always complaining," growled Krause; "I don't know why the devil
I brought you along; anyway, we sail in three days, whether that Arab dog
is back or not; then I suppose you'll find something else to grouse
about."

"It must be a very valuable specimen Abdullah is bringing you," said the
girl.

"It is."

"What is it, Fritz-a pink elephant or a crimson lion?"

"It is a wild man, but keep it to yourself-the English pigs would never
let me take him aboard, if they knew."

"A wild man! One of those whose heads come up to a little point on top,
like a cone? He should have a little tuft of hair right on the tip top of
the cone, and his nose should spread all across his face, and he
shouldn't have any chin. Is he like that, Fritz?"

"I have never seen him, but I suppose he is just like that--that has been
orthodox ever since Barnum's What-is-it."

"Look, Fritz! Here comes Abdullah now."

The swart Arab came over the side and approached them; his face betokened
nothing of either the success or failure of his mission.

"Marhaba!" Krause greeted him. "Ey khabar."

"The best of tidings, Sahib," replied Abdullah. "I have him, just outside
of town, in a wooden cage covered with matting, so that none may see what
is within; but billah! what a time we had in capturing him! We took him
in a net, but he killed three of Ndalo's warriors before they could tie
his hands behind him. He is strong as el-m. We have had to keep his hands
tied ever since we got him: he would have torn that wooden cage to pieces
in an instant, had we not."

"I have an iron cage that he cannot tear to pieces," said Krause.

"I would not be too sure of that," cautioned the Arab. "If your cage
could not withstand the strength of el-m, you had still better keep his
hands tied."

"My cage would not hold an elephant," said Krause, "but if it could, it
would be strong enough."

"I would still keep his hands tied," persisted Abdullah.

"Has he spoken?" asked Krause.

"No; not a word-he just sits and looks. There is neither hate nor fear in
his eyes-he reminds me of el adrea; I am always expecting to hear him
roar. We have to feed him by hand, and when he eats his meat, he growls
like el adrea."

"Wonderful!" exclaimed Krause. "He will be a sensation. I can just see
those fool Americans begging to pay good money to see him. Now listen-I
shall clear this afternoon and stand up the coast, returning after dark.
Load the cage on a dhow below the town and stand straight out until you
pick up my signal-I'll blink my running light three times in rapid
succession at intervals; then you show a light. Do you understand?"

"It is already done," said Abdullah Abu Nejm.

* * *

The wind had risen and a sea was running when Abdullah picked up the
Saigon's signal. Maneuvering the dhow into position along the lee side of
the steamer was finally accomplished. Tackle was lowered and made fast to
the cage containing the wild man. Abdullah was guiding the cage as it was
hoisted from the dhow, when suddenly the Saigon rolled over away from the
smaller craft; the cage was jerked suddenly upward; and Abdullah, fearing
that he would be hurled into the sea, clung to it. The cage crashed
against the side of the steamer; the men above continued to hoist; then
the Saigon rolled back and crashed down upon the dhow, swamping it.

All of the crew of the dhow were lost, and Abdullah was aboard the
steamer bound for America. He filled the air with "billahs!" and
"Wullah-bullahs!" and called upon Allah to preserve him.

"You're damn lucky to be alive," Krause told him. "You'll make a lot of
money in America. I'll exhibit you, too, as the shiek who captured the
wild man; they'll pay plenty to see a real shiek straight from the
desert. I'll buy a camel for you, and you can ride through the streets
with a banner advertising the show."

"I, Abdullah Abu Nejm, exhibited like a wild beast!" screamed the Arab.
"Never!"

Krause shrugged. "Have it your own way," he said; "but don't forget, you
got to eat, and you won't find many free date trees in America. I'll feed
you until we get there, but after that you're on your own."

"Dog of a Nasrany!" muttered the Arab.


Chapter II

The following morning was fair, with a brisk wind, as the Saigon steamed
northeastward across the Indian Ocean. The animals on deck were quiet. A
wooden cage, entirely covered with matting, was lashed down amidships. No
sound came from it, either.

Janette Laon followed Krause on deck; her black hair was blowing in the
wind, which pressed her light dress against her, revealing a figure of
exceptional allure. Wilhelm Schmidt, the 2nd mate of the Saigon, leaning
with his back against the rail, watched her through half-closed eyes.

"Now may I see your wild man, Fritz?" asked the girl.

"I hope he's still alive," said the man; "he must have got an awful
beating when we hauled him aboard last night."

"Haven't you tried to find out?" she demanded.

"Couldn't have done anything for him, anyway," replied Krause. "From what
Abdullah told me, he'd be a mean customer to handle. Come on; we'll have
a look at him. Hey, you!" he called to a Lascar sailor; "take the matting
off that cage."

As they watched the man at work, Schmidt came over and joined them. "What
you got in there, Mr. Krause?" he asked.

"A wild man; ever see one?"

"I saw a Frenchie once, whose wife had run off with the chauffeur," said
Schmidt; "he sure was a wild man."

The sailor had removed the lashings, and now he dragged away the matting.
Inside the cage, a giant figure squatted on his haunches, appraising them
with level gaze.

"Why, he's a white man!" exclaimed the girl.

"So he is," said Krause.

"You going to keep a man penned up in a cage like a beast?" asked
Schmidt.

"He's only white on the outside," said Krause-"he's an Englishman."

Schmidt spat into the cage. The girl stamped her foot angrily. "Don't
ever do that again," she said.

"What's he to you?" demanded Krause. "Didn't you hear me say he's nothing
but a dirty English pig."

"He's a human being and a white man," replied the girl.

"He's a dummy," retorted Krause; "can't speak a word nor understand one.
It's an honor for him to be spit on by a German."

"Nevertheless, don't let Schmidt do it again."

The ship's bell sounded, and Schmidt went to relieve the 1st mate on the
bridge.

"He's the pig," said the girl, looking after Schmidt.

The two stood looking at the wild man as Hans de Groote came down from
the bridge and joined them. The Dutchman was a good looking young fellow
in his early twenties; he had been signed on as 1st mate at Batavia on
the trip out, after his predecessor had mysteriously "fallen overboard."
Schmidt, who thought that he should have had the assignment,
hated him and made no effort to conceal the fact. That there was bad
blood between them was nothing to cause comment aboard the Saigon, for
bad blood was the rule rather than the exception.

Larsen, the captain, who was now confined to his cabin with a bad attack
of fever, was not on speaking terms with Krause, who had chartered the
ship; while the crew, made up principally of Lascars and Chinese, were
always on the verge of knifing one another. On the whole, the captive
beasts were the most admirable creatures aboard.

De Groote stood looking at the man in the cage for several seconds before
he spoke. His reaction was almost identical with that of the girl and
Schmidt. "He's a white man!" he exclaimed. "You're certainly not going to
keep him in a cage like a wild beast!"

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," snapped Krause, "and it's none of
your damned business, nor anyone else's," and he shot a scowling glance
at the girl.

"He's your wild man," said de Groote, "but at least free his hands; it's
unnecessary cruelty to keep him tied up like that."

"I'm going to free his hands," said Krause, grudgingly, "as soon as I can
get an iron cage up from below; it would be too much of a job feeding him
this way."

"He's had nothing to eat or drink since yesterday," said the girl. "I
don't care what he is, Fritz; I wouldn't treat a dog the way you're
treating this poor man."

"Neither would I," retorted Krause.

"He is less than a dog," said a voice behind them. It was the voice of
Abdullah Abu Nejm. He came close to the cage and spat on the man within,
and the girl slapped Abdullah Abu Nejm across the face with all her
strength. The Arab's hand flew to his dagger, but de Groote stepped
between the two and seized the man's wrist.

"You shouldn't have done that, Janette," said Krause.

The girl's eyes were flashing fire, and the blood had left her face.
"I'll not stand by and see him insult that man," she said; "and that goes
for the rest of you, too," and she looked straight into Krause's eyes.

"And I'll back her up," said de Groote. "Maybe it's none of my business
if you keep him in a cage, but I'll make it some of my business if you
don't treat him decently. Have you ordered the iron cage up yet?"

"I'll treat him as I please," said Krause; "and what are you going to do
about it?"

"I'll beat hell out of you," replied de Groote, "and then , turn you in
to the authorities at the first port of call."

"Here comes the iron cage now," said Janette. "Get him into it and take
those cords off his wrists."

Krause was frightened at de Groote's threat to notify the authorities;
that made him squirm. "Oh, come," he said in mollifying tones, "I'm going
to treat him all right. I got a lot of money tied up in him and I expect
to make a lot out of him; I'd be a fool not to treat him well."

"See that you do," said de Groote.

A big iron cage was swung up from below and placed close to the wooden
cage, the two doors close together. Krause drew a revolver; then both
doors were raised. The man in the wooden cage did not move.

"Get in there, you dumb idiot!" yelled Krause, pointing the revolver at
the man. He did not even look at Krause. "Get a capstan bar, one of you
men," directed Krause, "and poke him from behind."

"Wait," said the girl; "let me try." She walked to the opposite side of
the iron cage and beckoned to the captive. He just looked at her. "Come
here a minute," she said to de Groote; "let me take your knife; now place
your wrists together, as though they were bound; yes, that's it." She
took the knife and pretended to sever imaginary cords about de Groote's
wrists; then she beckoned again to the man in the wooden cage. He arose,
but still stooped, as he could not stand erect in the small wooden cage,
and walked into the larger cage.

The girl was standing close to the bars, the knife in her hand; a sailor
dropped the door of the iron cage; the captive approached the girl and,
turning his back toward her, pressed his wrists against the bars.

"You said he was stupid," Janette said to Krause; "he's not stupid; I
could tell that by just looking at him." She cut the bonds from his
wrists, which were discolored and swollen. The man turned and looked at
her. He said nothing, but his eyes seemed to thank her.

De Groote was standing beside Janette. "He's a fine-looking specimen,
isn't he?" he said.

"And handsome," said the girl. She turned to Krause. "Have some water and
food brought," she directed.

"You going to be his nurse maid?" inquired Krause with a sneer.

"I'm going to see that he's treated decently," she replied. "What does he
eat?"

"I don't know," replied Krause. "What does he eat, Abdullah?"

"The dog has not eaten for two days," replied the Arab; "so I guess he
will eat almost anything. In the jungle he eats raw meat from his kills,
like a beast."

"We'll try him on some," said Krause; "it will be a good way of getting
rid of any of the animals that die." He sent a sailor to the galley for
meat and water.

The man in the iron cage looked long at Abdullah Abu Nejm; so long that
the Arab spat on the deck and turned away.

"I wouldn't want to be in your shoes if he ever got out of that cage,"
said Krause.

"You should not have freed his hands," said Abdullah; "he is more
dangerous than the lion."

When the sailor returned with the meat and water, Janette took them from
him and passed them in to the wild man. He took a small swallow of water;
then he went into a far corner of his cage, squatted on his haunches, and
tore at the meat with his strong, white teeth; and as he ate, he growled.

The girl shuddered, and the men moved about uneasily. "El adrea of the
broad head eats thus," said Abdullah.

"He sounds like a lion," said Krause. "By what name do the natives know
him, Abdullah?"

"He is called Tarzan of the Apes," replied the Arab.


Chapter III

The Saigon crossed the Indian Ocean to Sumatra, where Krause took on two
elephants, a rhinoceros, three orangutans, two tigers, a panther, and a
tapir. Fearing that de Groote would make good his threat to report the
human captive to the authorities at Batavia, Krause did not put in there
as he had intended; but continued on to Singapore for monkeys, another
tiger, and several boa constrictors; then the Saigon steamed across the
South China Sea toward Manila, its last port of call on the long drag to
the Panama Canal.

Krause was delighted; so far all his plans had worked out splendidly; and
if he got his cargo to New York, he stood to clean up an excellent
profit. Perhaps he would not have been so delighted had he known of all
that went on aboard the Saigon. Larsen was still confined to his cabin,
and while de Groote was a good officer, he was young, and new aboard the
ship. Like Krause, he did not know all that was talked of in the
forecastle and on deck at night when it was Schmidt's watch. At such
times, the 2nd mate spoke long and earnestly with Jabu Singh, the Lascar;
and he spoke in whispers. Afterward, Jabu Singh spoke long and earnestly
with the other Lascars in the forecastle.

"But the wild beasts?" asked Chand of his fellow Lascar, Jabu Singh;
"what of them?"

"Schmidt says we throw them overboard along with de Groote, Krause, and
the others."

"They are worth much money," objected Chand; "we should keep them and
sell them."

"We should be caught and hanged," said another Lascar.

"No," Jabu Singh contradicted. "While we were in Singapore, Schmidt
learned that Germany and England have gone to war. This is an English
ship; Schmidt says that a German has a right to capture it. He says we
would get prize money; but he thinks the animals would be valueless, and
they are a nuisance."

"I know a man on the island of Illili who would buy them," said Chand.
"We will not let Schmidt throw them overboard."

The men spoke in their native dialect, confident that the Chinese sailors
would not understand them; but in that they were wrong; Lum Kip had once
sailed the China Sea aboard a felucca that had been captained and manned
by Lascars, and he had learned their language. He had also learned to
hate Lascars, as he had been treated very badly aboard the felucca and
had been given no share of the spoils of their nefarious operations. But
Lum Kip's face gave no indication that he understood what he overheard;
it wore its usual expression of profound detachment, as he puffed on his
long pipe with its little brass bowl.

The man in the large iron cage on deck often paced back and forth for
hours at a time. Often he leaped and seized the bars at the top of the
cage and swung to and fro from one end of the cage to the other, hand
over hand. When anyone approached his cage, he would stop; for he was not
doing these things for his amusement, nor for the amusement of others,
but to keep his magnificent physique from deteriorating during his
confinement.

Janette Laon came often to his cage; she saw that he was fed regularly
and that he always had water; and she tried to teach him her native
language, French; but in this she made no headway. Tarzan knew what was
the matter with him; and while he could neither speak nor understand
speech, his thoughts were as coherent and intelligent as ever. He
wondered if he would ever recover; but he was not greatly troubled
because he could not converse with human beings; the thing that annoyed
him most was that he could no longer communicate with manu, the monkey,
or the mangani, the great apes, with which he classed the orangutans that
were aboard and confined in cages near his. Seeing the cargo that the
Saigon carried, he knew the life that lay in store for him; but he also
knew that sooner or later he would escape. He thought of that most often
when he saw Abdullah Abu Nejm on deck.

He had tested the bars of his cage at night when nobody was near; and he
was confident that he could spread them sufficiently to allow his body to
pass between them; but he guessed that were he to do so, while at sea, he
would only be shot down; for he knew that they feared him. With the
patience of a wild beast he bided his time.

When Abdullah Abu Nejm or Schmidt were on deck, his eyes followed them;
for these two had spat at him. Abdullah Abu Nejm had reason to hate him,
for Tarzan had ended his lucrative career as a slave trader and ivory
poacher; but the 2nd mate had been motivated only by the natural reactions
of a bully and a coward who discovers one whom he considers his
racial enemy powerless to retaliate.

Abdullah Abu Nejm, hating Krause and the girl and ignored by de Groote,
consorted much with Schmidt, until the two men, finding much in common,
became boon companions. Abdullah, glad of any opportunity to wreak
vengeance on Krause, willingly agreed to aid Schmidt in the venture the
2nd mate was planning.

"The Lascars are with me to a man," Schmidt told Abdullah, "but we
haven't approached the chinks; there's bad blood between them and the
Lascars on this ship, and Jabu Singh says his men won't play if the
chinks are to be in on it and get a cut."

"There are not many," said Abdullah, "If they make trouble, they, too,
can go overboard."

"The trouble is, we need 'em to man the ship," explained Schmidt; "and
about throwing 'em overboard; I've changed my mind; there ain't anybody
going overboard. They're all going to be prisoners of war; then, if
anything goes wrong, there's no murder charge against us."

"You can run the ship without Larsen and de Groote?" asked the Arab.

"Sure I can," replied Schmidt. "I've got Oubanovitch on my side. Being a
Red Russian, he hates Krause; he hates everybody who has a pfennig more
than he. I'm making him 1st mate, but he'll have to keep on running the
engine room too. Jabu Singh will be 2nd mate. Oh, I've got everything
worked out."

"And you are to be captain?" inquired the Arab.

"Certainly."

"And what am I to be?"

"You? Oh, hell, you can be admiral."

That afternoon Lum Kip approached de Groote. "Maybe--so you make dead
tonight," said Lum Kip in a low whisper.

"What you driving at, Lum?" demanded de Groote.

"You savvy Schmidt?"

"Of course; what about him?"

"Tonight he takee ship; Lascars, they takee ship; 'banovitchee, he takee
ship; man in long, white dless, he takee ship. They killee Larsen; killee
you; killee Klause; killee evlybody. Chinee boy no takee ship; no killee.
You savvy?"

"You having a pipe dream, Lum?" demanded de Groote. "No pipe dleam; you
waitee see."

"How about Chinee boys?" asked de Groote, who was now thoroughly worried.

"They no killee you."

"Will they fight Lascar boys?"

"You betee; you give 'em gun."

"No have gun," said de Groote; "tell 'em get capstan bars, belaying pins;
knives. You savvy?"

"Me savvy."

"And when the trouble starts, you boys light into the Lascars."

"You betee."

"And thank you, Lum; I'll not forget this."

De Groote went at once to Larsen; but found him rolling on his bunk,
delirious with fever; then he went to Krause's cabin, where he found
Krause and Janette Laon and explained the situation to them.

"Do you believe the Chink?" asked Krause.

"There's no reason for him to have made up such a cock-and-bull story,"
replied de Groote; "yes, I believe him; he's one of the best hands on the
ship-a quiet little fellow who always does his work and minds his own
business."

"What had we better do?" asked Krause.

"I'd put Schmidt under arrest immediately," said de Groote.

The cabin door swung open; and Schmidt stood in the doorway, an automatic
in his hand. "Like hell, you'll put me under arrest, you damned
Dutchman," he said. "We saw that dirty little Chink talking to you, and
we had a pretty good idea what he saying."

Half a dozen Lascars pressed behind Schmidt, outside the doorway. "Tie
'em up," he said to them.

The sailors brushed past Schmidt into the cabin; de Groote stepped in
front of the girl. "Keep your dirty hands off her," he said to the
Lascars. One of them tried to push him aside and reach Janette, and de
Groote knocked him down. Instantly there was a free-for-all; but only de
Groote and Janette took part in it on their side; Krause cowered in a
corner and submitted fearfully to having his hands tied behind his back.
Janette picked up a pair of heavy binoculars and felled one of the
Lascars while de Groote sent two more to the floor, but the odds were
against them. When the fight was over, they were both trussed up and de
Groote was unconscious from a blow on the head.

"This is mutiny, Schmidt," said Krause; "you'll hang for this if you
don't let me go."

"This is not mutiny," replied Schmidt. "This is an English ship, and I'm
taking it in the name of our Fuhrer."

"But I'm a German," Krause objected; "I chartered this ship-it is a
German Ship."

"Oh, no," said Schmidt; "it is registered in England, and you sail it
under English colors. If you're a German, then you're a traitor, and in
Germany we know what to do with traitors."


Chapter IV

Tarzan knew that something had happened aboard the ship, but he did not
know what. He saw a Chinese sailor strung up by the thumbs and lashed.
For two days he saw nothing of the girl or the young 1st mate, and now he
was not fed regularly or kept supplied with water. He saw that the 2nd
mate, who had spit on him, was in command of the ship; and so, while he
did not know, he surmised what had happened. Abdullah Abu Nejm
occasionally passed his cage, but without molesting him; and Tarzan knew
why-the Arab was afraid of him, even though he were penned up in an iron
cage. He would not always be in a cage: Tarzan knew this and Abdullah Abu
Nejm feared it.

Now, Lascars swaggered about the ship and the Chinese did most of the
work. These, Schmidt cuffed and kicked on the slightest provocation or on
none at all. Tarzan had seen the man who had been strung up by his thumbs
and lashed cut down after an hour and carried to the forecastle. The
cruelty of the punishment disgusted him, but of course he did not know
but that the man deserved it.

The 2nd mate never passed Tarzan's cage without stopping to curse him.
The very sight of Tarzan seemed to throw him into a fit of uncontrollable
rage, as did anything that stimulated his inferiority complex. Tarzan
could not understand why the man hated him so; he did not know that
Schmidt, being a psychopath, did not have to have a reason for anything
that he did.

Once he came to the cage with a harpoon in his hands and jabbed it
through the bars at the ape-man while Abdullah Abu Nejm looked on
approvingly. Tarzan seized the haft and jerked the thing from Schmidt's
hands as effortlessly as he might have taken it from a baby. Now that the
wild man was armed, Schmidt no longer came close to the cage.

On the third day from that on which he had last seen the girl, Tarzan saw
his wooden cage and a larger iron cage hoisted to the deck and lashed
down near his; and a little later he saw the girl led on deck by a couple
of Lascar sailors and put into the wooden cage; then de Groote and Krause
were brought up and locked in the iron cage, and presently Schmidt came
from the bridge and stopped in front of them.

"What is the meaning of this, Schmidt?" demanded de Groote.

"You complained about being locked up below, didn't you? You should thank
me for having you brought on deck instead of finding fault. You'll get
plenty of fresh air up here and a good tan; I want you all to look your
best when I exhibit you with the other specimens of the lower orders in
Berlin," and Schmidt laughed.

"If you want to amuse yourself by keeping Krause and me penned up here
like wild beasts, go ahead; but you can't mean that you're going to keep
Miss Laon here, a white woman exhibited before a lot of Lascar sailors."
It had been with difficulty that de Groote had kept his anger and
contempt from being reflected in his voice, but he had long since come to
the conclusion that they were in the hands of a madman and that to
antagonize him further would be but to add to the indignities he had
already heaped upon them.

"If Miss Laon wishes to, she may share the captain's cabin with me,"
replied Schmidt; "I have had Larsen taken elsewhere."

"Miss Laon prefers the cage of a wild animal," said the girl.

Schmidt shrugged. "That is a good idea," he said; "I shall see about
putting you into the cage of one of Herr Krause's lions, or perhaps you
would prefer a tiger."

"Either one, to you," replied the girl.

"Or maybe into the cage with the wild man you have been so fond of,"
suggested Schmidt; "that might afford a spectacle all would enjoy. From
what Abdullah tells me, the man is probably a cannibal. I shall not feed
him after I put you in with him."

Schmidt was laughing to himself as he walked away.

"The man is absolutely crazy," said de Groote. "I have known right along
that he was a little bit off, but I never expected that he was an
out-and-out madman."

"Do you suppose that he will do what he has threatened?" asked Janette.

Neither de Groote nor Krause replied, and their silence answered her
questions and confirmed her own fears. It had been all right to feed the
wild man and see that he had water, but she had always been ready to
spring away from his cage if he attempted to seize her. She had really
been very much afraid of him, but her natural kindness had prompted her
to befriend him. Furthermore, she had known that it annoyed Krause, whom
she secretly detested.

Stranded in Batavia, Janette had seized upon Krause's offer so that she
might get away, anywhere; and the prospect of New York had also greatly
intrigued her. She had heard much of the great American metropolis and
fabulous stories of the ease with which a beautiful girl might acquire
minks and sables and jewels there, and Janette Laon knew that she would
be beautiful in any country.

Although neither de Groote nor Krause had answered Janette's question, it
was soon answered. Schmidt returned with several sailors; he and two of
the Lascars were armed with pistols, and the others carried prod poles
such as were used in handling the wild animals.

The sailors unlashed Janette's cage and pushed it against that in which
Tarzan was confined, the two doors in contact; then they raised both
doors.

"Get in there with your wild man," ordered Schmidt.

"You can't do that, Schmidt," cried de Groote. "For God's sake man, don't
do a thing like that!"

"Shut up!" snapped Schmidt. "Get in there wench! Poke her up with those
prods, you!"

One of the Lascars prodded Janette, and Tarzan growled and started
forward. Three pistols instantly covered him, and sharp pointed prods
barred his way. The growl terrified the girl; but, realizing that they
could force her into the cage, she suddenly walked in boldly, her chin
up. The iron gate of the cage dropped behind her, the final seal upon her
doom.

De Groote, Krause, Schmidt, and the Lascars awaited in breathless silence
for the tragedy they anticipated with varying emotions: Schmidt
pleasurably, the Lascars indifferently, Krause nervously, and de Groote
with such emotions as his phlegmatic Dutch psyche had never before
experienced: Had he been a Frenchman or an Italian, he would probably
have screamed and torn his hair: but, being a Dutchman, he held his
emotions in leash within him.

Janette Laon stood just within the doorway of the cage, waiting; she
looked at Tarzan and Tarzan looked at her. He knew that she was afraid.
and he wished that he might speak to her and reassure her; then he did
the only thing that he could; he smiled at her. It was the first time
that she had seen him smile. She wanted to believe that it was a
reassuring smile, a friendly smile; but she had been told such terrible
stories of his ferocity that she was uncertain; it might be a smile of
anticipation. To be on the safe side, she forced an answering smile.

Tarzan picked up the harpoon he had taken from Schmidt and crossed the
cage toward her. "Shoot him, Schmidt!" shouted de Groote; "he is going to
kill her."

"You think I am crazy?-to kill a valuable exhibit like that!" replied
Schmidt. "Now we see some fun."

Tarzan handed the harpoon to the girl, and went back and sat down at the
far end of the cage. The implication of the gesture was unmistakable.
Janette felt her knees giving from beneath her; and sat down quickly,
lest she fall. Sudden relief from terrific nervous strain often induces
such a reaction. De Groote broke into a violent sweat.

Schmidt fairly jumped up and down in rage and disappointment. "Wild man!"
he shrieked. "I thought you said that thing was a wild man, Abdullah. You
are a cheat! You are a liar!"

"If you don't think he's a wild man, Nasrany," replied the Arab, "go
yourself into his cage."


Chapter V


Tarzan sat with his eyes fixed on Schmidt. He had understood nothing that
the man had said; but from his facial expressions, his gestures, his
actions, and by all that had occurred, he had judged the man; another
score was chalked up against Herr Schmidt; another nail had been driven
into his coffin.

The next morning the two captives in the big iron cage I were very happy.
Janette was happy because she found herself safe and unharmed after a
night spent with a creature who ate his meat raw and growled while he
ate, a wild man who had killed three African warriors with his bare hands
before they could overpower him, and whom Abdullah accused of being a
cannibal. She was so happy that she sang a snatch of a French song that
had been popular when she left Paris. And Tarzan was happy because he
understood the words; I while he had slept his affliction had left him as
suddenly as it had struck.

"Good morning," he said in French, the first human language he had ever
learned, taught to him by the French lieutenant he had saved from death
on a far gone day.

The girl looked at him in surprise. "I-good morning!" she stammered.
"I-I-they told me you could not speak."

"I suffered an accident," he explained; "I am all right now."

"I am glad," she said; "I-" she hesitated.

"I know," interrupted Tarzan; "you were afraid of me. You need not be."

"They said terrible things about you; but you must have I heard them."

"I not only could not speak," Tarzan explained, "but I could not
understand. What did they say?"

"They said that you were very ferocious and that you--you-ate people."

Again one of Tarzan's rare smiles. "And so they put you in here hoping
that I would eat you? Who did that?"

"Schmidt, the man who led the mutiny and took over the ship."

"The man who spit on me," said Tarzan, and the girl thought that she
detected the shadow of a growl in his voice. Abdullah had been right; the
man did remind one of a lion. But now she was not afraid.

"You disappointed Schmidt," she said. "He was furious when you handed me
the harpoon and went to the other end of the cage and sat down. In no
spoken language could one have assured him of my safety more definitely."

"Why does he hate you?"

"I don't know that he does hate me; he is a sadistic maniac. You must
have seen what he did to poor Lum Kip and how he kicks and strikes others
of the Chinese sailors."

"I wish you would tell me what has gone on aboard the ship that I have
not been able to understand and just what they intend doing with me, if
you know."

"Krause was taking you to America to exhibit as a wild man along with his
other-I mean along with his wild animals."

Again Tarzan smiled. "Krause is the man in the cage with the 1st mate?"

"Yes."

"Now tell me about the mutiny and what you know of Schmidt's plans."

When she had finished, Tarzan had every principal in the drama of the
Saigon definitely placed; and it seemed to him that only the girl, de
Groote, and the Chinese sailors were worthy of any consideration-they and
the caged beasts.

De Groote awoke, and the first thing that he did was to call to Janette
from his cage. "You are all right?" he asked. "He didn't offer to harm
you?"

"Not in any way," she assured him.

"I'm going to have a talk with Schmidt today and see if I can't persuade
him to take you out of that cage. I think that if Krause and I agree
never to prefer charges against him, if he lets you out, he may do it."

"This is the safest place on the ship for me; I don't want to get out as
long as Schmidt is in control."

De Groote looked at her in astonishment. "But that fellow is half beast,"
he exclaimed. "He may not have harmed you yet; but you never can tell
what he might do, especially if Schmidt starves him as he has
threatened."

Janette laughed. "You'd better be careful what you say about him if you
think he is such a ferocious wild man; he might get out of this cage some
time."

"Oh, he can't understand me," said de Groote; "and he can't get out of
the cage."

Krause had been awakened by the conversation, and now he came and stood
beside de Groote. "I'll say he can't get out of that cage," he said, "and
Schmidt will see that he never gets the chance; Schmidt knows what he
would get, and you needn't worry about his understanding anything we say;
he's as dumb as they make 'em."

Janette turned to look at Tarzan to note the effect of de Groote's and
Krause's words, wondering if he would let them know that he did
understand and was thoroughly enjoying the situation. To her surprise
she saw that the man had lain down close to the bars and was apparently
asleep; then she saw Schmidt approaching and curbed her desire to acquaint
de Groote and Krause with the fact that their wild man could have
understood everything they said, if he had heard them.

Schmidt came up to the cage. "So you are still alive," he said. "I hope
you enjoyed your night with the monkey man. If you will teach him some
tricks, I'll exhibit you as his trainer." He moved close to the cage and
looked down at Tarzan. "Is he asleep, or did you have to kill him?"

Suddenly Tarzan's hand shot between the bars and seized one of Schmidt's
ankles; then the ape man jerked the leg into the cage its full length,
throwing Schmidt upon his back. Schmidt screamed, and Tarzan's other band
shot and plucked the man's pistol from its holster.

"Help!" screamed Schmidt. "Abdullah! Jabu Singh! Chand! Help!"

Tarzan twisted the leg until the man screamed again from pain. Abdullah,
Jabu Singh, and Chand came running in answer to Schmidt's cries; but when
they saw that the wild man was pointing a pistol in their direction, they
stopped.

"Have food and water brought, or I'll twist your leg off," said Tarzan.

"The dog of an English speaks!" muttered Abdullah. De Groote and Krause
looked in amazement.

"If he speaks, he must have understood us," said Krause. "Maybe he has
understood all along," Krause tried to recall what he might have said
that some day he might regret, for he knew that the man could not be kept
in a cage forever--unless. But the fellow had a gun now; it would not be
so easy to kill him. He would speak to Schmidt about it; it was as much
to Schmidt's interests as his now to have the man put out of the way.

Schmidt was screaming for food and water. Suddenly de Groote cried, "Look
out, man! Look out! Behind you!" But it was too late; a pistol spoke, and
Tarzan collapsed upon the floor of the cage, Jabu Singh had crept up
behind the cage, unnoticed until the thing had been done.

Schmidt scrambled out of the way, but Janette recovered the pistol; and,
turning, shot Jabu Singh as he was about to fire another shot into the
prostrate man. Her shot struck the Lascar in the right arm, causing him
to drop his weapon; then, keeping him covered, the girl crossed the cage,
reached through the bars, and retrieved Jabu Singh's pistol. Now, she
crossed back to Tarzan, knelt above him, and placed her ear over his
heart.

As Schmidt stood trembling and cursing in impotent fury, a ship was
sighted from the bridge; and he limped away to have a look at it. The
Saigon was running without colors, ready to assume any nationality that
Schmidt might choose when an emergency arose.

The stranger proved to be an English yacht; so Schmidt ran up the English
flag; then he radioed, asking if they had a doctor on board, as he had
two men suffering from injuries, which was quite true; at least Jabu
Singh was suffering, with vocal accompaniment; Tarzan still lay where he
had fallen.

The yacht had a doctor aboard, and Schmidt said that he would send a boat
for him. He, himself, went with the boat, which was filled with Lascars
armed with whatever they could find, a weird assortment of pistols,
rifles, boat hooks, knives, and animal prods, all well hidden from sight.

Coming alongside the yacht, they swarmed up the Jacob's ladder and onto
the deck before the astonished yachtsmen realized that they were being
boarded with sinister intent. At the same time, the Saigon struck the
English flag and ran up the German.

Twenty-five or thirty men and a girl on the deck of the yacht looked with
amazement on the savage, piratical-appearing company confronting them
with armed force.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the yacht's captain.

Schmidt pointed at the German flag flying above the Saigon. "It means
that I am seizing you in the name of the German Government," replied
Schmidt; "I am taking you over as a prize, and shall put a prize crew
aboard. Your engineer and navigating officer will remain aboard. My first
mate, Jabu Singh, will be in command. He has suffered a slight accident;
your doctor will dress the wound, and the rest of you will return to my
ship with me. You are to consider yourselves prisoners of war, and
conduct yourselves accordingly."

"But, man," expostulated the Captain, "this vessel is not armed, it is
not a warship, it is not even a merchant vessel; it is a private yacht on
a scientific expedition. You, a merchantman, can't possibly contemplate
taking us over."

"But I say, old thing!" said a tall young man in flannels; "you can't-"

"Shut up!" snapped Schmidt. "You are English, and that is enough reason
for taking you over. Come now! Where's that doctor? Get busy."

While the doctor was dressing Jabu Singh's wound, Schmidt had his men
search the ship for arms and ammunition. They' found several pistols and
sporting rifles; and, the doctor having finished with Jabu Singh, Schmidt
detailed some of his men and left a few of the yacht's sailors to man the
craft; then he herded the remainder into the Saigon's boat and returned
with them to the steamer.

"I say," exclaimed the young man in white flannels, "this is a beastly
outrage."

"It might have been worse, Algy," said the girl; "maybe you won't have to
marry me now."

"Oh, I say, old thing," expostulated the young man; "this might even be
worse."


Chapter VI

The bullet that had dropped Tarzan had merely grazed his head, inflicting
a superficial flesh wound and stunning him for a few minutes; but he had
soon recovered and now he and Janette Laon watched the prisoners as they
came over the side of the Saigon. "Schmidt has turned pirate," remarked
the girl. "I wonder what he is going to do with all those people! There
must be fifteen of them."

She did not have long to wait for an answer to her inquiry. Schmidt sent
the eight crew members forward when they agreed to help man the Saigon;
then he had two more iron cages hoisted to the deck and lined up with the
two already there. "Now," he said, "I know I shouldn't do it, but I am
going to let you choose your own cage mates."

"I say!" cried Algernon Wright-Smith; "you're not going to put the ladies
in one of those things!"

"What's good enough for an English pig is good enough for an English
sow," growled Schmidt; "hurry up and decide what you want to do."

An elderly man with a white walrus mustache, harrumphed angrily, his red
face becoming purple. "You damned bounder!" he snorted; "you can't do a
thing like that to English women."

"Don't excite yourself, Uncle," said the girl; "We'll have to do as the
fellow says."

"I shall not step a foot into one of those things, William," said the
second woman in the party, a lady who carried her fifty odd years rather
heavily around her waist. "Nor shall Patricia," she added.

"Come come," expostulated the girl; "we're absolutely helpless, you
know," and with that she entered the smaller of the two cages; and
presently her uncle and her aunt, finally realizing the futility of
resistance, joined her. Captain Bolton, Tibbet, the second mate of the
yacht, Dr. Crouch, and Algy, were herded into the second cage.

Schmidt walked up and down in front of the cages, gloating. " A fine
menagerie I am getting," he said; "A French girl, a German traitor, a
Dutch dog, and seven English pigs: with my apes, monkeys, lions, tigers,
and elephants we shall be a sensation in Berlin."

The cage in which the Leigh's and their niece were confined was next to
that occupied by Tarzan and Janette Laon; and beyond the Leigh's cage was
that in which the other four Englishmen were imprisoned.

Penelope Leigh eyed Tarzan askance and with aversion. "Shocking!" she
whispered to her niece, Patricia; "the fellow is practically naked."

"He's rather nice looking, Aunty," suggested Patricia Leigh-Burdon.

"Don't look at him," snapped Penelope Leigh; "and that woman-do you
suppose that is his wife?"

"She doesn't look like a wild woman," said Patricia.

"Then what is she doing alone in that cage with that man?" demanded Mrs.
Leigh.

"Perhaps she was put there just the way we were put here."

"Well!" snorted Penelope Leigh; "she looks like a loose
woman to me."

"Now," shouted Schmidt, "we are about the feed the animals; everyone who
is not on duty may come and watch."

Lascars, and Chinese, and several of the yacht's crew, gathered in front
of the cages as food and water were brought; the former an unpalatable,
nondescript mess, the contents of which it would have been difficult to
determine, either by sight or taste. Tarzan was given a hunk of raw meat.

"Disgusting," snorting Penelope Leigh, as she pushed the unsavory mess
from her. A moment later her attention was attracted by growls coming
from the adjoining cage; and when she looked, she gasped,
horror-stricken. "Look!" she whispered in a trembling voice; "that
creature is growling, and he is eating his meat raw; how horrible!"

"I find him fascinating," said Patricia.

"Hurrumph!" growled Colonel William Cecil Hugh Percival Leigh; "filthy
blighter."

"Canaille!" snapped Mrs. Leigh.

Tarzan looked up at Janette Laon, that shadowy smile just touching his
lips, and winked.

"You understand English too?" she asked. Tarzan nodded. "Do you mind if I
have some fun with them?" she continued.

"No," replied Tarzan; "go as far as you wish. "They had both spoken in
French and in whispers.

"Do you find the captain palatable," she asked in English loudly enough
to be heard in the adjoining cage.

"He is not as good as the Swede they gave me last week, " replied Tarzan.

Mrs. Leigh paled and became violently nauseated; she sat down suddenly
and heavily. The colonel, inclined to be a little pop-eyed, was even more
so as he gazed incredulously into the adjoining cage. His niece came
close to him and whispered, "I think they are spoofing us, Uncle; I saw
him wink at that girl."

"My smelling salts!" gasped Mrs. Leigh.

"What's the matter, colonel?" asked Algernon Wright-Smith, from the
adjoining cage.

"That devil is eating the captain," replied the colonel in a whisper that
could have been heard half a block away. De Groote grinned.

"My word!" exclaimed Algy. Janette Laon turned her head away to hide her
laughter, and Tarzan continued to tear at the meat with his strong, white
teeth.

"I tell you they are making fools of us," said Patricia Leigh-Burden.
"You can't make me believe that civilized human beings would permit that
man to eat human flesh, even if he wished to, which I doubt. When that
girl turned away, I could see her shoulders shaking-she was laughing."

"What's that, William?" cried Mrs. Leigh, as the roar of a lion rose from
the hold.

The animals had been unnaturally quiet for some time; but now they were
getting hungry, and the complaint of the lion started them off, with the
result that in a few moments of blood-curdling diapason of savagery
billowed up from below: the rumbling roars of lions, the coughing growls
of tigers, the hideous laughter of hyenas, the trumpeting of elephants
mingled with the medley of sounds from the lesser beasts.

"Oh-h-h!" screamed Mrs. Leigh. "How hideous! Make them stop that noise at
once, William."

"Harrumph!" said the colonel, but without his usual vigor. Presently,
however, as the Chinese and Indian keepers fed the animals, the noise
subsided and quiet was again restored.

As night approached, the sky became overcast and the wind increased, and
with the rolling of the ship the animals again became restless. A Lascar
came and passed buckets of water into all of the cages except that in
which Tarzan was confined. To do this, he had to unlock the cage doors
and raise them sufficiently to pass the pails through; then he passed in
a broom, with which the inmates were supposed to clean their cages.
Although he was accompanied by two other sailors armed with rifles, he
did not unlock the door of Tarzan's cage, for Schmidt was afraid to take
a chance on the wild man's escaping.

Tarzan had watched this procedure which had occurred daily ever since he
had been brought aboard the Saigon. He knew that the same Lascar always
brought the water and that he came again at about four bells of the first
night watch to make a final inspection of the captives. On this tour of
duty he came alone, as he did not have to unlock the cages; but Schmidt,
in order to be on the safe side, had armed him with a pistol.

This afternoon, as he was passing the water into the cage occupied by the
Leighs, the colonel questioned him. "Steward," he said, "fetch us four
steamer chairs and rugs," and he handed the Lascar a five pound note.

The sailor took the note, looked at it, and stuffed it into his dirty
loin cloth. "No chairs; no rugs," he said and started on toward the next
cage.

"Hi, fellow!" shouted the colonel; "come back here! Who is captain of
this ship? I want to see the captain."

"Sahib Schmidt captain now," replied the Lascar. "Captain Larsen sick; no
see three, four days; maybe dead;" then he moved on and the colonel made
no effort to detain him.

Mrs. Leigh shuddered. "It was the captain," she breathed in a horrified
whisper, her terrified gaze rivetted on a bone in Tarzan's cage.



Chapter VII

Rain fell in torrents and the wind whistled through the cages, driving it
in myriad needle points against the unprotected inmates. The sea rose and
the Saigon rolled and pitched heavily; lightning flashes illuminated the
ship momentarily and heralded the deep booming of the following thunder
which momentarily drowned out the roars and growls and trumpeting of
terrified beasts.

Tarzan stood erect in his cage enjoying the lashing of the rain, the
thunder, and the lightning. Each vivid flash revealed the occupants of
adjoining cages, and during one of them he saw that the Englishman had
placed his coat around the shoulders of his wife and was trying to shield
her body from the storm with his own. The English girl stood erect, as
did Tarzan, seeming to enjoy this battle with the elements. It was then
that the ape man decided that he liked these two.

Tarzan was waiting; he was waiting for the Lascar to make his nightly
inspection; but that night the Lascar did not come. The Lord of the
Jungle could wait with that patience he had learned from the wild
creatures among whom he had been reared; some night the Lascar would
return.

The storm increased in fury; the Saigon was running before it now with
great following seas always threatening to break over her stern. The wind
howled in throaty anguish and hurled spume to join with the rain in
deluging the miserable prisoners in their cages. Janette Laon lay down
and tried to sleep. The English girl paced back and forth in the narrow
confines of her cage. Tarzan watched her; he knew her type; an outdoor
girl; the free swing of her walk proclaimed it. She would be efficient in
anything she undertook, and she could endure hardship without
complaining. Tarzan was sure of that, for he had watched her ever since
she had been brought aboard the Saigon, had heard her speak, and had
noticed her acceptance of the inevitable in a spirit similar to his own.
He imagined that she would wait patiently until her opportunity came and
that then she would act with courage and intelligence.

As he watched her now, taking the rain and the wind and the pitching of
the ship as though they were quite the usual thing, she stopped at the
side of her cage that adjoined his and looked at him.

"Did you enjoy the captain?" she asked with a quick smile.

"He was a little too salty," replied Tarzan.

"Perhaps the Swede was better," she suggested.

"Much; especially the dark meat."

"Why did you try to frighten us?" she asked.

"Your uncle and aunt were not very complimentary in their remarks about
us."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry, but they were very much upset. This has
been a shocking experience for them. I am very much worried about them;
they are old and cannot put up with much more of this. What do you think
this man Schmidt intends doing with us?"

"There is no telling; the man is mad. His plan to exhibit us in Berlin
is, of course, ridiculous. If he gets us to Berlin, we English will, of
course, be interned."

"You are an Englishman?"

"My father and mother were English."

"My name is Burden--Patricia Leigh-Burden," said the girl; "may I ask
yours?"

"Tarzan," replied the ape man.

"Just Tarzan?"

"That is all. "

"Do you mind telling me how you happen to be in that cage, Mr. Tarzan?"

"Just Tarzan," he corrected her; "no mister. I happen to be in this cage
because Abdullah Abu Nejm wished to be revenged; so he had me captured by
an African chief who also had reason to wish to get rid of me. Abdullah
sold me to a man by the name of Krause who was collecting animals to sell
in America. Krause is in the cage next to mine on the other side.
Schmidt, who was 2nd mate, has Krause's ship, his wild man, and all his
animals. He also has Krause."

"He won't have any of us long if this storm gets much worse," said the
girl. She was clinging to the bars of the cage now, as the ship dove into
the trough of a sea, rolling and wallowing as it was lifted to the crest
of the next.

"The Saigon doesn't look like much," said Janette Laon, who had come to
stand beside Tarzan, "but I think she will weather this storm all right.
We ran into a worse one coming out. Of course we had Captain Larsen in
command then, and Mr. de Groote was 1st mate; it may be a different story
with Schmidt in command."

The ship swung suddenly, quartering to the sea, and slithered down into
the trough, heeling over on her beam-ends. There was a frightened scream
as a flash of lightning revealed the colonel and his wife being thrown
heavily against the bars of their cage.

"Poor Aunt Penelope!" cried the English girl; "she can't stand much more
of this." She worked her way around the side of the cage to her aunt. "
Are you hurt, Auntie?" she asked.

"Every bone in my body is broken," said Mrs. Leigh. "I never did approve
of that silly expedition. Who cares what lives at the bottom of the
ocean, anyway--you'd never meet any of them in London. Now we have lost
the Naiad and are about to lose our lives in the bargain. I hope your
uncle is satisfied." Patricia breathed a sigh of relief, for she knew now
that her aunt was all right. The Colonel maintained a discreet silence:
twenty-five years experience had taught him when to keep still.

The long night passed, but the storm did not abate in fury. The Saigon
still ran before it, slowed down to about five knots and taking it on her
quarter. An occasional wave broke over the stern, flooding the decks, and
almost submerging the inmates of the cages, who could only cling to the
bars and hope for the best.

By her own testimony, Mrs. Leigh was drowned three times. "Hereafter,
William," she said, "you should stick to The Times, Napoleon's campaigns,
and Gibbon's Rome; the moment you read anything else you go quite off
your head. If you hadn't read that Arcturus Adventure by that Beebe
person, we would undoubtedly be safe at home in England this minute. Just
because he fished up a lot of hideous creatures equipped with electric
lights, you had to come out and try it; I simply cannot understand it,
William."

"Don't be too hard on Uncle," said Patricia; "he might have found some
with hot and cold running water and become famous."

"Humph!" snorted Mrs. Leigh.

That day no one approached the cages, and neither food nor water was
brought to the captives. The animals below deck fared similarly, and
their plaints rose above the howling of the storm. It was not until late
in the afternoon of the third day that two of the Chinese sailors brought
food, and by this time the captives were so famished that they wolfed it
ravenously, notwithstanding the fact that it was only a cold and soggy
mess of ship's biscuit.

Mrs. Leigh had lapsed into total silence; and both her niece and her
husband were worried, for they knew that when Penelope Leigh failed to
complain there must be something radically wrong with her.

At about nine o'clock that night, the wind suddenly died down; the calm
that ensued was ominous. "We have reached the center of it," said Janette
Laon.

"Soon it will be bad again," said Tarzan.

"The fool should have run out of it, not into it," said Janette.

Tarzan was waiting patiently, like a lion at a waterhole--waiting for his
prey to come. "It is better thus," he said to the girl.

"I do not understand," she replied, "I do not see how it could be worse."

"Wait," he said, "and I think you will see presently."

While the seas were still high, the Saigon seemed to be taking them
better now, and presently Schmidt appeared on deck and came down to the
cages. "How's the livestock?" he demanded.

"These women will die if you keep them in here, Schmidt," said de Groote.
"Why can't you take them out and give them a cabin, or at least put them
below decks where they will be protected from the storm?"

"If I hear any more complaints," said Schmidt, "I'll dump the whole lot
of you overboard, cages and all. What do you want anyway? You're getting
free transportation, free food, and private rooms. You've been getting
free shower baths, too, for the last three days."

"But, man, my wife will die if she is exposed much longer," said Colonel
Leigh.

"Let her die," said Schmidt, "I need some fresh meat for the wild man and
the other animals," with which parting pleasantry, Schmidt returned to
the bridge.

Mrs. Leigh was sobbing, and the Colonel was cursing luridly. Tarzan was
waiting, and presently that for which he was waiting came to pass; Asoka,
the Lascar, was coming to make his belated inspection. He swaggered a
little, feeling the importance of being keeper of English sahibs and
their ladies.

The ship's lights relieved the darkness sufficiently so that objects were
discernible at some distance, and Tarzan, whose eyes were trained by
habit to see at night, had recognized Asoka immediately he came on deck.

The ape-man stood grasping two adjacent bars of his cage as Asoka passed,
keeping well out of arm's reach of the wild man. Janette Laon stood
beside Tarzan; she intuitively sensed that something important was
impending.

Her eyes were on her cage mate; she saw the muscles of his shoulders and
his arms tense as he exerted all their tremendous power upon the bars of
his cage. And then she saw those bars slowly spread and Tarzan of the
Apes step through to freedom.


Chapter VIII

Asoka, the Lascar, swaggered on past the cage of the Leigh's, and when he
was opposite that in which the four Englishmen were confined,
steel-thewed fingers closed upon his throat from behind, and his gun was
snatched from its holster.

Janette Laon had watched with amazement the seeming ease with which those
Herculean muscles had separated the bars. She had seen Tarzan overtake
the Lascar and disarm him; and now she stepped through the opening after
him, carrying the pistols they had taken from Schmidt and Jabu Singh.

Asoka struggled and tried to cry out until a grim voice whispered in his
ear, "Quiet, or I kill;" then he subsided.

Tarzan glanced back and saw Janette Laon behind him. Then he took the key
to the cages which hung about Asoka's neck on a piece of cord and handed
it to the girl. "Come with me and unlock them," he said, and passed
around the end of the last cage to the doors, which were on the opposite
side.

"You men will come with me," said Tarzan in a whisper; "the Colonel and
the women will remain here."

As Tarzan came opposite the cage of the Leigh's, Mrs. Leigh, who had been
dozing during the lull in the storm, awoke and saw him. She voiced a
little scream and cried, "The wild man has escaped!"

"Shut up, Penelope," growled the Colonel; "he is going to let us out of
this damn cage."

"Don't you dare curse me, William Cecil Hugh Percival Leigh," cried
Penelope.

"Quiet," growled Tarzan, and Penelope Leigh subsided into terrified
silence.

"You may come out," said Tarzan, "but remain close to the cages until we
return." Then he followed Janette to the cage in which de Groote and
Krause were imprisoned and waited until she had removed the padlock.

"De Groote may come out," he said; "Krause will remain. Asoka, you get in
there." He turned to Janette. "Lock them in," he said. "Give me one of
the pistols and keep the other yourself; if either of these two tries to
raise an alarm, shoot him. Do you think you could do that?"

"I shot Jabu Singh," she reminded him.

Tarzan nodded and then turned to the men behind him; he handed Asoka's
pistol to de Groote. He had appraised the other men since they had come
aboard, and now he told Janette to give her second pistol to Tibbet, the
second mate of the Naiad.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Tibbet," replied the mate.

"You will come with me. We will take over on the bridge. De Groote knows
the ship. He and the others will look for arms. In the meantime, pick up
anything you can to fight with, for there may be fighting."

The ship had passed beyond the center of the storm, and the wind was
howling with renewed violence. The Saigon was pitching and rolling
violently as Tarzan and Tibbet ascended the ladder to the bridge, where
the Lascar, Chand, was at the wheel and Schmidt on watch. By chance,
Schmidt, happened to turn just as Tarzan entered, and seeing him, reached
for his gun, at the same time shouting a warning to Chand. Tarzan sprang
forward, swift as Ara, the lightning, and struck up Schmidt's hand just
as he squeezed the trigger. The bullet lodged in the ceiling, and an
instant later, Schmidt was disarmed. In the meantime, Tibbet had covered
Chand and disarmed him.

"Take the wheel," said Tarzan, "and give me the other gun. Keep a
look-out behind you and shoot anyone who tries to take over. You two get
down to the cages," he said to Schmidt and Chand. He followed them down
the ladder to the deck and herded them to the cage where Krause and Asoka
were confined.

"Open that up, Janette," he said; "I have two more animals for our
menagerie."

"This is mutiny," blustered Schmidt, "and when I get you to Berlin,
you'll be beheaded for it."

"Get in there," said Tarzan, and pushed Schmidt so violently, that when
he collided with Krause, both men went down.

Above the din of the storm they heard a shot from below, and Tarzan
hurried in the direction from which the sound had come. As he descended
the ladder, he heard two more shots and the voices of men cursing and
screams of pain.

As he came upon the scene of the fight, he saw that his men had been
taken from the rear by armed Lascars, but there seemed to have been more
noise than damage. One of the Lascars had been wounded. It was he who was
screaming. But aside from the single casualty, no damage seemed to have
been done on either side. Three of the four Lascars remained on their
feet, and they were firing wildly and indiscriminately, as Tarzan came up
behind them carrying a gun in each hand.

"Drop your pistols," he said, "or I kill."

The three men swung around then, almost simultaneously. Looking into the
muzzles of Tarzan's two pistols, two of the Lascars dropped theirs, but
the third took deliberate aim and fired. Tarzan fired at the same
instant, and the Lascar clutched at his chest and lurched forward upon
his face.

The rest was easy. De Groote found the pistols, rifles, and ammunition
taken from the Naiad in Schmidt's cabin, and with all the rest of the
party disarmed, Oubanovitch and the remaining Lascars put up no
resistance. The Chinese and the impressed members of the Naiad's crew had
never offered any, being more than glad to be relieved of service under a
madman.

The ship safely in his hands, Tarzan gathered his party into the ship's
little saloon. Penelope Leigh still regarded him with disgust not unmixed
with terror; to her he was still a wild man, a cannibal who had eaten the
Captain and the Swede and would doubtless, sooner or later, eat all of
them. The others, however, were appreciative of the strength and courage
and intelligence which had released them from a dangerous situation.

"Bolton," said Tarzan to the captain of the Naiad, "you will take command
of the ship; de Groote will be your first mate, Tibbet your second. De
Groote tells me there are only two cabins on the Saigon. Colonel and Mrs.
Leigh will take the Captain's cabin, the two girls will take that which
was occupied by the mates."

"He is actually giving orders to us," Penelope Leigh whispered to her
husband; "you should do something about it, William; you should be in
command."

"Don't be silly, Auntie," snapped Patricia Leigh-Burden, in a whisper;
"we owe everything to this man. He was magnificent. If you had seen him
spread those bars as though they were made of lead!"

"I can't help it," said Mrs. Leigh; "I am not accustomed to being ordered
about by naked wild men; why doesn't somebody loan him some trousers?"

"Come, come, Penelope," said the Colonel, "if you feel that way about it
I'll loan him mine--haw!!--then I won't have any--haw! haw!"

"Don't be vulgar, William," snapped Mrs. Leigh.

Tarzan went to the bridge and explained to de Groote the arrangements
that he had made. "I'm glad you didn't put me in command," said the
Dutchman; "I haven't had enough experience. Bolton should be a good man.
He used to be in the Royal Navy. How about Oubanovitch?"

"I have sent for him," replied Tarzan, "he should be here in a moment."

"He's against everybody," said de Groote, "a died-in-the-wool Communist.
Here he comes now."

Oubanovitch slouched in, sullen and suspicious. "What are you two doing
up here?" he demanded; "where's Schmidt?"

"He is where you are going if you don't want to carry on with us,"
replied Tarzan.

"Where's that?" asked Oubanovitch.

"In a cage with Krause and a couple of Lascars," replied the ape-man. "I
don't know whether you had anything to do with the mutiny or not,
Oubanovitch, but if you care to continue on as engineer, nobody is going
to ask any questions."

The scowling Russian nodded. " All right," he said; "you can't be no
worse than that crazy Schmidt."

"Captain Bolton is in command. Report to him and tell him that you are
the engineer. Do you know what has become of the Arab? I haven't seen him
for several days."

"He's always in the engine room keeping warm."

"Tell him to report to me here on the bridge and ask Captain Bolton to
send us a couple of men."

The two men strained their eyes out into the darkness ahead. They saw the
ship's nose plow into a great sea from which she staggered sluggishly.
"It's getting worse," remarked de Groote.

"Can she weather much more?" asked Tarzan.

"I think so," said de Groote, "as long as I can keep it on her quarter,
we can keep enough speed to give her steerageway."

A shot sounded from behind them, and the glass in the window in front of
them shattered. Both men wheeled about to see Abdullah Abu Nejm standing
at the top of the ladder with a smoking pistol in his hand.


IX

The Arab fired again, but the plunging and the pitching of the Saigon
spoiled his aim and he missed just as Tarzan sprang for him.

The impact of the ape-man's body carried Abdullah backward from the
ladder, and both men crashed heavily to the deck below, the Arab
beneath--a stunned, inert mass.

The two sailors, whom Captain Bolton was sending to the bridge, came on
deck just in time to see what had happened; and they both ran forward,
thinking to find a couple of broken, unconscious men, but there was only
one in that condition.

Tarzan sprang to his feet, but Abdullah Abu Nejm lay where he had fallen.
"One of you men go below and ask Miss Laon for the keys to the cages,"
Tarzan directed; then he seized the Arab by the arms and dragged him back
to the cage in which Krause and Schmidt were confined, and when the key
was brought, he opened the door and tossed the Arab in. Whether the man
were alive or dead, Tarzan did not know or care.

The storm increased in fury, and shortly before daylight the steamer fell
into the trough of the sea, rolling on its beam-ends and hanging there
for an instant, as though about to capsize; then it would roll back the
other way and for another harrowing moment the end seemed inevitable. The
change in the motion of the ship awakened Tarzan instantly, and he made
his way to the bridge--a feat that was not too difficult for a man who
had been raised in a forest by apes and swung through the trees for the
greater part of his life, for he climbed to the bridge more often than he
walked. He found the two sailors clinging to the wheel, and the Captain
to a stanchion.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"The rudder's carried away," said Bolton. "If we could rig a sea anchor,
we might have a chance of riding it out; but that is impossible in this
sea. How the devil did you get up here, with the ship standing on her
beam-ends as fast as she can roll from one side to the other?"

"I climbed," said Tarzan.

Bolton grumbled something that sounded like, "most extraordinary;" then
he said, "I think it's letting up; if she can take this, we ought to be
able to pull through, though even then we're going to be in a pretty bad
fix, as I understand from one of these men, that that fellow, Schmidt,
destroyed the radio."

As though to prove what she could do or couldn't do, the Saigon rolled
over until her decks were vertical--and hung there. "My God!" cried one
of the sailors; "she's going over!"

But she didn't go over; she rolled back, but not so far this time. The
wind was coming in fitful gusts now; the storm was very definitely dying
out.

Just before dawn, the Captain said, "Listen, do you hear that?"

"Yes," said Tarzan, "I have been hearing it for sometime."

"Do you know what it is?" asked Bolton.

"I do," replied the ape-man.

"Breakers," said Bolton; "that's all we need to finish us up completely."

Slowly and grudgingly dawn came, as though held back by the same malign
genie that had directed the entire cruise of the ill-fated Saigon. And,
to leaward, the men on the bridge saw a volcanic island, its mountains
clothed in tropical foliage, their summits hidden in low-hanging clouds.
The seas were breaking on a coral reef a quarter-mile off shore, and
toward this reef the Saigon was drifting.

"There is an opening in that reef to the right there," said Bolton. "I
think we could lower boats now and get most of the people ashore."

"You're the Captain," said Tarzan.

Bolton ordered all hands on deck, and the men to their boat stations, but
a number of Lascars seized the first boat and started lowering it away.
De Groote rushed forward with drawn pistol in an effort to stop them; but
he was too late, as they had already lowered away. His first inclination
was to fire into them as an example to the others, but instead he turned
and held off the remaining Lascars, who were about to seize a second
boat. Bolton and Tibbet joined him with drawn pistols, and the Lascars
fell back.

"Shoot the first man who disobeys an order," directed Bolton. "Now," he
continued, "we'll wait to see how that boat fares before we lower
another."

The Saigon was drifting helplessly toward the reef, as passengers and
crew lined the rail watching the crew of the life-boat battling the great
seas in an effort to make the opening in the reef.

"If they make it at all, it's going to be close," said Dr. Crouch.

"And the closer in the Saigon drifts, the more difficult it is going to
be for following boats," said Colonel Leigh.

"The bounders will never make it," said Algy, "and serves them jolly well
right."

"I believe they are going to make it," said Patricia. "What do you think,
Tarzan?"

"I doubt it," replied the ape-man, "and if they can't make it with every
oar manned and no passengers, the other boats wouldn't have a ghost of a
show."

"But isn't it worth trying?" asked the girl. "If the Saigon goes on that
reef, we are all lost; in the boat we would at least, have a fighting
chance."

"The wind and the sea are both going down," said Tarzan; "there is quiet
water just beyond the reef, and as the Saigon wouldn't break up
immediately, I think we would have a better chance that way than in the
boats, which would be stove in and sunk the moment they struck the reef."

"I think you are right there," said Bolton; "but in an emergency like
this, were all our lives are at stake, I can speak only for myself; I
shall remain with the ship, but if there are enough who wish to take to a
boat to man it properly, I will have number four boat lowered"; he looked
around at the ship's company, but every eye was upon the boat driving
toward the reef and no one seemed inclined to take the risk.

"They're not going to make it," said Tibbet.

"Not by a long way," agreed Dr. Crouch.

"Look!" exclaimed Janette Laon, "they're running straight for it now."

"The bounders have got more sense than I thought they had," growled
Colonel Leigh; "they see they can't make the opening and now they are
going to try to ride a wave over the reef."

"With luck they may make it," said Dolton.

"They'll need the luck of the Irish," said Crouch.

"There they go!" cried Algy. "Look at the bloody blighters row."

"They took that wave just right," said Tibbet; "they're riding it fast."

"There they go!" cried Janette.

The lifeboat was rushing toward the reef just below the crest of a great
sea, the Lascars pulling furiously to hold their position. "They're
over!" cried Patricia. But they were not; the prow struck a projecting
piece of coral, and the on rushing breaker upended the boat, hurling the
Lascars into the lagoon.

"Well, the men got across if the boat didn't," remarked Crouch.

"I hope they can swim," said Janette.

"I hope they can't," growled the Colonel.

They watched the men floundering in the water for a minute or two as they
started to swim toward shore, and then Janette exclaimed, "Why, they're
standing up; they're walking!"

"That not surprising," said Bolton; "many of these coral lagoons are
shallow."

Both the wind and the sea were dying down rapidly and the Saigon was
drifting, but slowly, toward the reef; however, it would not be long
before she struck. The Saigon, illy equipped, afforded only a few life
belts. Three of these were given to the women, and the others to members
of the crew who said they could not swim.

"What do you think our chances are, Captain?" ask Colonel Leigh.

"If we are lifted on the reef, we may have a chance, if she hangs there
for even a few minutes," replied Bolton, "but if she's stove in before
she lodges, she'll sink in deep water on this side of the reef,
and--well--you're guess is as good as mine, sir; I'm going to have the
rafts unshipped, the boats lowered on deck and out loose--get as much
stuff loose as will float and carry people," and he gave orders to the
crew to carry out this work.

While the men were engaged in this work, there came a shout from
amidships: "Hi there, de Groote!" called Krause; "are you going to leave
us here to drown like rats in a trap?"

De Groote looked at Tarzan questioningly, and the ape-man turned to
Janette. "Let me have the key to the cages," he said, and when she had
handed it to him, he went to the cage in which Krause and the others were
confined. "I'm going to let you out," he said, "but see that you behave
yourselves; I have plenty of reason to kill any of you white men, and I
won't need much more of an excuse."

Abdullah was a sick-looking Arab, and all three of the white men were
sullen and scowling as they came out of the cage.

As they approached the rail, Bolton shouted, "Stand by the boats and
rafts; she's going to strike!"


X

The ship's company stood in tense expectancy as a wave lifted the Saigon
above a maelstrom of water surging over the reef.

As the sea dropped them with terrific impact upon the jagged coral rocks,
the grinding and splintering of wood sounded her death knell. She reeled
drunkenly toward the deep water outside the reef. More than one heart
stood still in that tense moment; if she slipped back into the sea many
would be lost, and there was no doubt now but that she was slipping.

"Percy," said Mrs. Leigh to the Colonel-she always called him Percy in
her softer moods-"Percy, if I have been trying at times, I hope that you
will forgive me now that we face our Maker."

"Harrumph!" grunted the Colonel. "It is all my fault; I should never have
read that Beebe yarn."

As the Saigon slipped back into deep water, a following wave, larger than
that which had preceded it, lifted the ship again and dropped her heavily
upon the reef. This time she lodged firmly, and as the wave receded, she
was left resting with her decks almost level.

"I say," said Algy, "this is a little bit of all right, what? Just like
Noah's Ark-a bally old tub full of wild animals sitting high and dry on
top of Mount Ararat."

A succession of smaller waves beat against the Saigon while the men
worked to get the boats and the rafts over into the lagoon; and then
another large wave broke entirely over the ship, but she did not budge
from her position.

Lines leading to the ship held the boats and the rafts from drifting
away, but now the question arose as to how to get the women down to them.
The reef was narrow, and the Saigon rested only a few feet from its
shoreward side. An athletic man might leap from the rail, clear the reef,
and land in the lagoon; but Mrs. Leigh was not an athletic man, and she
was the real problem.

She looked down over the rail of the ship at the waters still surging
across the reef. "I can never get down there, William," she said;  "you
go on. Pay no attention to me; perhaps we shall meet in a happier world."

"Bosh and nonsense" exclaimed the Colonel. "We'll get you down someway."

"I'll go down there," said Tarzan, "and you lower her from one of the
ship's davits; I'll see that she's gotten on one of the rafts safely. "

"Never," said Mrs. Leigh emphatically.

Tarzan turned to Captain Bolton. "I shall expect you to lower her
immediately," he said, "and there will be no nonsense about it. I'm going
down now to see how deep the water is inside the reef. Those who can't
swim can jump in, and I will help them into one of the boats or onto a
raft." He climbed to the top of the rail, poised there a moment, and then
leaped far out, and dove towards the lagoon.

All hands started towards the rail to watch him. They saw him make a
shallow dive and then turn over and disappear beneath the surface.
Presently his head broke the water, and he looked up. "It is plenty deep
right here," he said.

Patricia Leigh-Burden stripped off her life belt, climbed to the rail,
and dove. When she came up, Tarzan was beside her. "I don't need to ask
if you can swim," he said.

She smiled. "I'll stay here and help you with the others," she said.
Janette Laon was the next to jump. She did not dive, and she just cleared
the reef.

Tarzan had hold of her before she reached the surface. He still supported
her when their heads were above water.

"Can you swim?" he asked.

"No," she replied.

"You are a very brave girl," he said, as he swam towards one of the boats
with her and helped her aboard.

By this time, they had rigged a boatswain's chair and were lowering a
highly irate and protesting Mrs. Leigh over the ship's side. As she
reached the surface of the lagoon, Tarzan was awaiting her.

"Young man," she snapped, "If anything happens to me, it will be your
fault."

"Be quiet," said Tarzan, "and get out of that chair."

Probably in all her life, Penelope Leigh had never before been spoken to
in the voice of real authority; it not only took her breath away, but it
cowed her; and she slipped meekly out of the boatswain's chair and into
Tarzan's arms. He swam with her to one of the rafts and helped her on,
for they were easier to board than the lifeboats.

Tarzan swam back to the ship. The boatswain's chair was still swinging
close above the water. He seized it and climbed hand over hand to the
deck. One by one, men were jumping or diving from the rail when he
stopped them.

"I want ten or fifteen volunteers for some very dangerous work," he said;
"they have got to have what the Americans call 'guts'."

"What do you intend doing," asked Bolton.

"Now that everybody else is safely on shore, I am going to set the
animals free," said the ape man, "and make them take to the water."

"But, man," cried Colonel Leigh, "many of them are dangerous beasts of
prey."

"Their lives are as important to them as ours are to us," replied Tarzan,
"and I am not going to leave them here to die of starvation."

"Quite right, quite right," said the Colonel, "but why not destroy them.
That would be the humane way."

"I did not suggest destroying your wife or your friends," said Tarzan,
"and nobody is going to destroy my friends."

"Your friends?" ejaculated the Colonel.

"Yes, my friends," replied the Lord of the Jungle, "or perhaps it would
be better to say, my people. I was born and raised among them; I never
saw a human being until I was almost grown, nor did I see a white man
'til I was fully twenty years old. Will anyone volunteer to help me save
them?"

"By Jove!" exclaimed the Colonel; "that is certainly a sporting
proposition; I'm with you, young man."

De Groote, Bolton, Tibbet, Crouch, a number of the Naiad crew and several
Chinese volunteered to help him, as well as the three Indian keepers, who
had been signed on by Krause to look after the animals.

While those who had not volunteered to remain with him were leaving the
ship, Tarzan released the Orang-utans. He spoke to them in their own
language, and they clung to him like frightened children; then he led his
men below to the animal deck and opened the great double doors in the
side of the ship, through which all of the larger animals had been
loaded.

There were three Indian elephants, and these he liberated first, as they
were docile and well trained. He had one of the Indian mahouts mount the
best of these and told him to ride this one into the lagoon the moment
that a wave covered the reef. There was a brief battle with the animal
before it could be forced to take the plunge; but once he was swimming,
it was comparatively easy to get the other two elephants to follow him,
and then the African elephants were released. These were wild beasts and
far more dangerous and difficult, but once their leader saw the Indian
elephants swimming away he lumbered into the lagoon and followed, and his
fellows trailed after him.

The cages of the lions and tigers were dragged one by one to the door,
the doors of the cages opened, and the cages tilted until the beasts were
spilled out. The lesser animals were disembarked in the same way.

It was a long and arduous job, but at last it was over, and only the
snakes remained.

"What are you going to do about them?" asked Bolton.

"Histah, the snake, has always been my enemy," replied Tarzan; "him, we
shall destroy."

They stood in the doorway of the ship watching the beasts making their
way toward shore, from which the empty boats and rafts were already being
returned to the ship in accordance with Bolton's orders.

Along the shore line was a narrow beach, and beyond that dense jungle
broke gradually upward to the foot of the green-clad, volcanic mountains
which formed a fitting backdrop for the wild and desolate scene.

The landing party huddled on the beach as the wild creatures swam or
waded to shore. But the animals bolted into the jungle as fast as they
came out of the water. A single elephant turned and trumpeted, and a lion
roared, whether in challenge or thanksgiving, who may know? And then the
jungle closed about them, and they took up their new lives in a strange
world.

Most of the sailors had returned to the ship with the rafts and boats,
and the remainder of the day was spent in transporting the ship's stores
to the beach.

For two days they worked, stripping the ship of everything that might add
to their comfort or convenience, and while half of the men worked at
this, the other half cut a clearing in the jungle, for a permanent camp.
They had chosen this site because a little stream of fresh water ran
through it.

In the afternoon of the third day when the work was almost completed, a
little party of a dozen men looked down upon the camp from the summit of
the cliff that hemmed the beach upon the south. Concealed by the verdure
there, they watched the first strangers who had come to their island for
many a long year.


XI

The men who watched the castaways of the Saigon were warriors. They wore
waist girdles which passed between their legs; the ends which hung down
from the back, were elaborately embroidered with colored threads or
feather mosaic work; over their shoulders was draped a square mantle, and
they wore sandals made of hide. Their heads were adorned with feather
headdresses, and one among them wore one of feather mosaic; his dress
ornaments were of jade, and his belt and sandals were studded with jade
and gold, as were his armlets and leglets; in his nose was a carved
ornament, which passed through a hole in the septum; his lip and earplugs
were likewise of jade. All the trappings of this man were more gorgeous
than those of his companions, for Xatl Din was a noble.

The brown faces of all were tattooed, but the tattooing on Xatl Din was
by far the most elaborate. They were armed with bows and arrows, and each
carried two quivers; each also carried a spear, and a sling to hurl
stones. In addition to these weapons, each of the warriors carried a long
sword made of hard wood, into the sides of which were set at intervals
blades of obsidian. For protection, they carried wooden shields covered
with the skins of animals. They watched the strangers for some time and
then melted away into the jungle behind them.

The ship's charts and instruments had been brought ashore, and that noon
Captain Bolton had sought to establish their position; but when he had
done so and had consulted the chart, he discovered that there was no land
within hundreds of miles in any direction.

"There must have been something wrong with my calculations," he said to
de Groote; so they checked and double-checked, but the result was always
the same--they were somewhere in the middle of the South Pacific,
hundreds of miles from land.

"It can't be possible," said Bolton, "that there is an undiscovered and
uncharted island anywhere in the world."

"I should have said as much," agreed de Groote, "until now; your figures
are absolutely correct, sir, and we are on an uncharted island."

"With about as much chance of ever being picked up," said Bolton, "as we
would be if we were on the moon. If no ship has touched here since the
days of da Gama, it is safe to assume that no ship will touch here during
the rest of our lifetime."

"If no ship has touched here in four hundred years," said de Groote, "our
chances are really excellent, for there has got to be a first time you
know; and the law of chance, that this island will remain undiscovered,
is just about run out."

"You mean the statutes of limitations will operate in our favor," laughed
Bolton. "Well, I hope you're right."

Tarzan had worked with the others. Comfortable shelters had been erected
for the Colonel and his wife and for the two girls.

Now Tarzan summoned the entire company. "I have called you together," he
said, "to say that we will form two camps. I will not have Abdullah,
Krause, Schmidt, Oubanovitch, or the Lascars in this camp. They have
caused all the trouble. Because of them we are castaways on an uncharted
island, where, according to Captain Bolton, we may have to spend the rest
of our lives. If we permit them to remain in our camp, they will again
make trouble; I know the kind of men they are," then he turned to Krause.
"You will take your party north, at least two long marches, and don't any
of you come within ten miles of this camp. If you do, I kill. That is
all. Go."

"We'll go, all right," said Oubanovitch, "but we'll take our share of the
provisions, firearms, and amunition."

"You will take your lives, and that is all," said Tarzan.

"You don't mean that you're going to send them away into this strange
jungle without food or weapons," demanded the Colonel.

"That is exactly what I mean," said Tarzan, "and they are lucky that it
is no worse."

"You can't do that to us," shouted Oubanovitch, "you can't keep a lot of
dirty Capitalists in affluence and grind down the poor working man. I
know your type, a fawning sycophant, hoping to curry favor with the rich
and powerful."

"My word!" exclaimed Algy, "the blighter's making a speech."

"Just like Hyde Park," said Patricia.

"That's right," screamed Oubanovitch; "the smart bourgeosie ridiculing
the honest laboring man."

"Get out," growled Tarzan.

Abdullah pulled at Oubanovitch's sleeve. "You'd better come," he
whispered; "I know that fellow; he is a devil; he would rather kill us
than not."

The others started moving away towards the north, and they dragged
Oubanovich along with them; but he turned and shouted back, "I'll go, but
I'll be back, when the poor slaves that are working for you now realize
that they should be the masters, not you."

"Well!" exclaimed Penelope Leigh, "I'm glad that they are gone; that is
something, at least, " and she cast a meaningful glance at Tarzan.

Coconut palms and bananas grew in profusion in the jungle around the
camp, and there were breadfruit and edible tubers and a few papaya trees,
while the lagoon abounded in fish; so there was little likelihood of
their starving, but Tarzan craved flesh.

After the camp was completed, he set to work to make the : weapons of the
chase which he liked best to use. His bow, arrows, and quiver, he had to
make himself; but among the ships stores, he found a suitable knife and a
rope and from a gaff, he fashioned a spear. This last was a tacit
acknowledgment of the presence of the great carnivores he had turned
loose upon the island. And then, one morning, Tarzan disappeared from
camp before the others had awakened. He followed the course of the little
stream that ran down from the verdure-clad hills, but, to avoid the
tangle of underbrush, he swung through the trees.

I said that he had left camp before the others were awake; and this was
what Tarzan thought, but presently he sensed that he was being followed
and looking back, saw the two orang-utans swinging through the trees in
his wake.

"Tarzan hunts," he said in the language of the great apes, when they had
come up to him; "make no noise."

"Tarzan hunts, mangani make no noise," one of them assured him. And so
the three of them swung silently through the trees of the silent forest.

On the lower slopes of the mountains, Tarzan came upon the elephants
eating on tender shoots. He spoke to them, and they rumbled a greeting in
their throats. They were not afraid, and they did not move away. Tarzan
thought he would learn how friendly they might be, and so he dropped down
close beside a great African bull and spoke to him in the language that
he had used all his life when conversing with his beloved Tantor.

It is not really a language, and I do not know what name to call it by,
but through it Tarzan could convey his feelings more than his wishes to
the great beasts that had been his play-fellows since his childhood.

"Tantor," he said, and laid his hand upon the great beast's shoulder. The
huge bull swayed to and fro and reached back and touched the ape-man with
his trunk, an inquisitive, questioning touch; and, as Tarzan spoke
soothingly, the touch became a caress. And then the ape-man moved around
in front of the great beast and laid his hand upon his trunk and said,
"Nala!" The trunk moved smoothly over his body, and Tarzan repeated,
"Nala! Tantor, Nala!"; and then the trunk wound around him and lifted him
in air.

"B'yat, Tantor," commanded Tarzan, "tand b'yat!" and the bull lowered
Tarzan to his head.

"Vando!" said Tarzan, and scratched the great beast behind his ears.

The other elephants went on with their feeding, paying no further
attention to the ape-man, but the orang-utans sat in a nearby tree and
scolded, for they were afraid of Tantor.

Now, Tarzan thought that he would try an experiment, and he swung from
the bull's back into a nearby tree and went off a little distance into
the jungle; then he called back, "yud, Tantor, yud b'yat."

Through the forest and the undergrowth came an answering rumble from the
throat of the bull. Tarzan listened; he heard the cracking of twigs and
the crashing of underbrush, and presently the great bulk of Tantor loomed
above him.

"Vando, Tantor," he said, and swung away through the trees, much to the
relief of the orang-utans, who had looked with disfavor upon this whole
procedure.

The mountain rose steeply before them now, and there were often places
where only Tarzan or his simian friends might go. At last the three came
to a ledge that ran towards the south. It led away from the stream,
however, from which Tarzan had departed at the foot of a waterfall which
tumbled over a cliff the precipitous and slippery sides of which might
have been negotiated by a fly or a lizard but by little else.

They followed the ledge around a shoulder of the mountain and came out
upon a large level mesa dense with forest. It looked to Tarzan like a
good hunting ground, and here he again took to the trees.

Presently, Usha, the wind, brought to his nostrils a familiar scent--the
scent of Horta, the boar. Here was meat, and instantly Tarzan was the
wild beast stalking its prey.

He had not gone far, however, before two other scents impinged upon his
sensitive nostrils-the scent spoor of Numa, the lion, and mingled with
it, that of man.

These two scent spoors could be mingled for but one of two reasons;
either the man was bunting the lion, or the lion was bunting the man. And
as Tarzan detected the scent of only a single man, he assumed that the
lion was the hunter, and so he swung off through the trees, in the
direction from which the scent came.


XII

Thak Chan was hunting no lion. It was impossible that he could have been
hunting a lion, for he had never seen or heard of one in all his life;
neither had any of his progenitors through all recorded time. A long time
ago, before Chac Tutul Xiu had migrated from Yucatan, Thak Chan's people
had known the jaguar, and the memory of it had been carried across the
great water to this distant island and preserved in enduring stone in the
temples and upon the stelae that had been built here. Thak Chan was a
hunter from the city of Chichen Itza, that Chac Tutul Xiu had founded
upon this island which he had found and had named Uxal for the city of
his birth.

Thak Chan was hunting the wild boar, which, if aroused, may be quite as
formidable as Numa, the lion; but, up to now, Thak Chan had had no luck.

Thak Chan entered a small natural clearing in the forest, and as be did
so, his startled attention was attracted to the opposite side by an
ominous growl. Confronting him was the snarling face of the most
terrifying beast he had ever seen.

The great lion slunk slowly out into the clearing, and Thak Chan turned
and fled. The thunderous roar that followed him almost paralyzed him with
terror as he raced for his life through the familiar mazes of the forest,
while close behind the hungry lion loped after its prey. There could have
been no hope for Thak Chan in that unequal race even if he had remained
upon his feet; but when he tripped and fell, he knew that it was the end.
He turned to face this fearsome, unknown creature; but he did not arise,
and, still sitting on the ground, he awaited the attack with poised
spear.

The lion appeared then from around a curve in the jungle trail. His
yellow-green eyes were round and staring. To Thak Chan, they seemed
burning with fires of fury. The beast's great yellow fangs were bared in
a snarl so malignant, that Thak Chan quailed anew. The lion did not
charge; he merely trotted towards his prey, for here was only a puny
man-thing--no worthy antagonist for the King of Beasts.

Thak Chan prayed to strange gods as he saw death approaching; and then,
as though in answer to his prayers, an amazing thing happened; a naked
man, a giant to Thak Chan, dove from a tree above the trail full upon the
back of that savage beast for which Thak Chan did not even have a name. A
mighty arm went around the beast's neck, and powerful legs wrapped around
the small of its body. It rose upon its hind legs roaring hideously, and
sought to reach the thing upon its back with fang or talon. It leaped
into the air, twisting and turning; it threw itself upon the ground and
rolled over in frantic effort to free itself: but the silent creature
clung to it tenaciously, and with its free hand, drove a long knife again
and again into its tawny side, until, with a final thunderous roar, the
beast rolled over upon its side, quivered convulsively for a moment and
lay still.

Thak Chan had watched this amazing battle with feelings of mixed terror
and hope, half convinced that this was indeed a god come to save him, but
almost as fearful of the god as of the beast.

As the great beast died, Thak Chan saw the man, or god, or whatever it
was, rise to his feet and place one of them upon the body of his kill and
then raise his face to the heavens and voice a long drawn out scream so
terrifying that Thak Chan shuddered and covered his ears with his palms.

For the first time since it had risen from the floor of the ocean the
island of Uxmal heard the victory cry of a bull ape that had made its
kill.


XIII

Thak Chan knew of many gods, and he tried to place this one. He knew them
as the mighty ones, the captains that go before, and the old ones. There
was Huitz-Hok, Lord Hills and Valleys; Che, Lord Forest; and innumerable
earth gods; then of course there was Itzamna, ruler of the sky, son of
Hunab Kuh, the first god and Hun Ahau, god of the underworld, Metnal, a
cold, dank, gloomy place beneath the earth, where the rank and file and
those who led evil lives went after death; and there was also Aychuykak,
god of war, who was always carried into battle by four captains on a
special litter.

Perhaps this one was Che, Lord Forest; and so Thak Chan addressed him
thus, and being polite, thanked him for saving him from the strange
beast. However, when Che replied, it was in a language that Thak Chan had
never heard before, and which he thought perhaps was the language of the
gods.

Tarzan looked at the strange little brown man who spoke this amazing
language which he could not understand; then he said, "Dako-zan," which
in the language of the great apes means "meat;" but Thak Chan only shook
his head and apologized for being so stupid.

Seeing that he was getting nowhere this way, Tarzan took an arrow from
his quiver and with its point drew a picture of Horta, the boar, in the
well-packed earth of the trail; then he fitted the arrow to his bow and
drove the shaft into the picture behind the left shoulder.

Thak Chan grinned and nodded excitedly; then he motioned Tarzan to follow
him. As he started away along the trail, he chanced to look up and see
the two orang-utans perched above him and looking down at him. This was
too much for the simple mind of Thak Chan; first the strange and horrible
beast, then a god, and now these two hideous creatures. Trembling, Thak
Chan fitted an arrow to his bow; but when he aimed it at the apes, Tarzan
snatched the weapon from him, and called to the orang-utans, which came
down and stood beside him.

Thak Chan was now convinced that these also were gods, and he was quite
overcome by the thought that he was consorting with three of them. He
wanted to hurry right back to Chichen Itza and tell everybody he knew of
the miraculous happenings of this day, but then it occurred to him that
nobody would believe him and that the priests might become angry. He
recalled, too, that men had been chosen as victims of the sacrificial
rites at the temple for much less than this.

There must be some way. Thak Chan thought and thought as he led Tarzan of
the Apes through the forest in search of wild boar; and at last he hit
upon a magnificent scheme; he would lead the three gods back to Chichen
Itza that all men might see for themselves that Thak Chan spoke the
truth.

Tarzan thought that he was being led in search of Horta, the boar; and
when a turn in the trail brought them to the edge of the jungle, and he
saw an amazing city, he was quite as surprised as Thak Chan had been when
he had come to the realization that his three companions were gods.
Tarzan could see that the central part of the city was built upon a knoll
on the summit of which rose a pyramid surmounted by what appeared to be a
temple. The pyramid was built of blocks of lava which formed steep steps
leading to the summit. Around the pyramid were other buildings which hid
its base from Tarzan's view; and around all this central portion of the
city was a wall, pierced occasionally by gates. Outside the wall were
flimsy dwellings of thatch, doubtless the quarters of the poorer
inhabitants of the city.

"Chichen Itza," said Thak Chan, pointing and beckoning Tarzan to follow
him.

With the natural suspicion of the wild beast which was almost inherent
with him, the ape man hesitated. He did not like cities, and he was
always suspicious of strangers, but presently curiosity got the better of
his judgment, and he followed Thak Chan toward the city. They passed men
and women working in fields where maize, and beans, and tubers were being
cultivated--a monument to the perspicacity of Chac Tutul Xiu, who over
four hundred years before, had had the foresight to bring seeds and bulbs
with him from Yucatan.

The men and women in the fields looked up in amazement as they saw Thak
Chan's companions, but they were still more amazed when Thak Chan
announced proudly that they were Che, Lord Forest, and two of the earth
gods.

By this time, however, the nerves of the two earth gods had endured all
that they could; and these deities turned and scampered off toward the
jungle, lumbering along in the half stooping posture of the great apes.
Thak Chan called after them pleadingly, but to no avail, and a moment
later he watched them swing into the trees and disappear.

By this time, the warriors guarding the gates they were approaching had
become very much interested and not a little excited. They had summoned
an officer, and he was awaiting Thak Chan and his companion when they
arrived before the gate. The officer was Xatl Din, who had commanded the
party of warriors that had discovered the castaways upon the beach.

"Who are you," he demanded, "and whom do you bring to Chichen Itza?"

"I am Thak Chan, the hunter," replied Tarzan's companion, "and this is
Che, Lord Forest, who saved me from a terrible beast that was about to
devour me. The two who ran away were earth gods. The people of Chichen
Itza must have offended them or they would have come into the city."

Xatl Din had never seen a god, but he realized that there was something
impressive about this almost naked stranger who towered high above him
and his fellows, for Tarzan's height was accentuated by the fact that the
Maya are a small people; and compared with them, he looked every inch a
god. However, Xatl Din was not wholely convinced, for he had seen
strangers on the beach, and he guessed that this might be one of them.

"Who are you who comes to Chichen Itza?" he demanded of Tarzan. "If you
are indeed Che, Lord Forest, give me some proof of it, that Cit Coh Xiu,
the king, and Chal Yip Xiu, the ah kin mai, may prepare to welcome you
befittingly."

"Che, Lord Forest, does not understand our language, most noble one,"
interposed Thak Chan; "he understands only the language of the gods."

"The gods can understand all languages," said Xatl Din.

"I should have said that he would not debase himself by speaking it,"
Thak Chan corrected himself. "Undoubtedly he understands all that we say,
but it would not be meet for a god to speak the language of mortals."

"You know a great deal for a simple hunter," said Xatl Din
superciliously.

"Those whom the gods make friends with must be very wise," said Thak Chan
loftily.

Thak Chan had been feeling more and more important all along. Never
before had he had such a protracted conversation with a noble, in fact he
had seldom ever said more than, "Yes, most noble one," or "No, most noble
one." Thak Chan's assurance and the impressive appearance of the stranger
were, at last, too much for Xatl Din, and he admitted them into the city,
accompanying them himself toward the temple which was a part of the
king's palace.

Here were warriors and priests and nobles resplendant in feathers and
jade; and to one of the nobles who was also a priest, Xatl Din repeated
the story that Thak Chan had told him.

Tarzan, finding himself surrounded by armed men, again became suspicious,
questioning the wisdom of his entry into this city which might prove a
trap from which he might find it difficult to escape.

A noble had gone to inform Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest, that one who
claimed to be Che, Lord Forest, had come to visit him in his temple.

Like most high priests, Chal Yip Xiu was a trifle skeptical about the
existence of gods; they were all right for the common people, but a high
priest had no need for them. As a matter of fact, he considered himself
as a personification of all the gods, and his power in Chichen Itza lent
color to this belief.

"Go fetch the hunter and his companion," he said to the noble who had
brought the message.

Shortly thereafter, Tarzan of the Apes strode into the presence of Chal
Yip Xiu, the high priest of Chichen Itza, and with him were Thak Chan,
the hunter, and Xatl Din, the noble, with several of his fellows, and a
score of warriors and lesser priests.

When Chal Yip Xiu saw the stranger, he was impressed; and, to be on the
safe side, he addressed him respectfully; but when Xatl Din told him that
the god refused to speak the language of mortals, the high priest became
suspicious.

"You reported the presence of strangers on the beach," he said to Xatl
Din; "could not this be one of them?"

"It could, holy one," replied the noble.

"If this one is a god," said Chal Yip Xiu, "then the others must all be
gods. But you told me that their ship was wrecked and that they were cast
ashore."

"That is right, holy one," replied Xatl Din.

"Then they are only mortals," said the high priest, "for gods would have
controlled the winds and the waves, and their ship would not have been
wrecked."

"That, too, is true, most wise one," agreed Xatl Din.

"Then this man is no god," stated Chal Yip Xiu, "but he will make an
excellent sacrifice to the true gods. Take him away."


XIV

At this unlooked for turn of affairs, Thak Chan was so shocked and
astounded that, although he was only a poor hunter, he dared raise his
voice in protest to Chal Yip Xiu, the ah kin mai. "But, most holy one,"
he cried, "you should have seen the things that he did. You should have
seen the great beast which was about to devour me, and how he leaped upon
its back and killed it; none but a god could have done such a thing. Had
you seen all this and the two earth gods that accompanied him, you would
know that he must indeed be Che, Lord Forest."

"Who are you?" demanded Chal Yip Xiu in a terrible voice.

"I am Thak Chan, the hunter," replied the now frightened man meekly.

"Then stick to your hunting, Thak Chan," warned Chal Yip Xiu, "or you
will end upon the sacrificial block or in the waters of the sacred well.
Get you gone." Thak Chan went; he sneaked out like a dog with its tail
between its legs.

But when warriors laid hands upon Tarzan, that was a different story.
Although he had not understood Chal Yip Xiu's words, he had known by the
man's tone and demeanor that all was not well, and when he had seen Thak
Chan sneak away, he was doubly convinced of it; and then warriors closed
in and laid hands upon him.

The high priest had received him in a colonnade upon one side of a
peristyle, and Tarzan's keen eyes had quickly taken in the entire scene
immediately after he was ushered into the presence of the high priest. He
had seen the garden behind the row of columns and the low buildings
beyond the peristyle. What lay immediately beyond these buildings he did
not know, but he did know that the city wall was not far away, and beyond
the wall and the fields there was the forest.

He shook off the detaining hands of the warriors and leaped to the low
platform where Chal Yip Xiu sat; and, hurling the high priest aside, he
leaped into the garden, crossed the peristyle at a run and swarmed up the
wall of the building beyond.

Warriors pursued him across the peristyle with imprecations and arrows
and stones from the slings they carried; but only the imprecations
reached him, and they were harmless.

He crossed the roof of the building and dropped into a street beyond.
There were people in the street, but they fell back in terror as this
bronze giant brushed them aside and trotted on toward the city wall. At
the end of this street was a gate, but it was not the gate through which
he had entered the city, and the warriors stationed here knew nothing of
him; to them he was only an almost naked stranger, evidently a man of an
alien race, and thus an enemy who had no business within the walls of
Chichen Itza; so they tried to bar his way and arrest him, but Tarzan
seized one of them and holding him by the ankles used him as a club to
force his way through the other warriors and out of the gate.

He was free at last, but then he had never had any doubt but what he
would be free, for he looked with contempt upon these little men,
primitively armed. How could they hope to hold Tarzan, Lord of the
Jungle. Just then a stone from one of their slings struck him on the back
of the head; and he fell forward upon his face, unconscious.

When Tarzan regained consciousness, he found himself in a wooden cage in
a room dimly lit by a single window. The walls of the room were of
beautifully dressed and fitted blocks of lava. The window was about two
feet square and was near the ceiling; there was also a doorway in the
room, closed by a heavy wooden door, which Tarzan guessed was bolted upon
the outside. He did not know what fate lay in store for him, but he
imagined that it would be most unpleasant, for the face of Chal Yip Xiu
had been cruel indeed, as had the faces of many of the priests and
nobles.

Tarzan tested the bars of his wooden cage and smiled. He knew that he
could walk out of that whenever he pleased but getting out of the room
might be another question; the window would have been large enough had
there not been two stone bars set in the opening; the door looked very
substantial.

The back wall of the cage was about two feet from the back wall of the
room. Upon this side, Tarzan ripped off two of the bars and stepped out
of the cage. He went at once to the door but could neither open it nor
force it; however, he waited patiently before it with one of the broken
bars of his cage in his hand--he knew that someone would open that door
eventually.

He did not know that he had been unconscious a long time and that night
had passed and that it was day again. Presently he heard voices outside
his cell; they grew in numbers and volume until he knew that there was a
great concourse of people there, and now he heard the booming of drums
and the throaty blasts of trumpets and the sound of chanting.

As he was wondering what was going on outside in the city, he heard the
scraping of the bolt outside his door. He waited, the broken bar held
firmly in one hand; and then the door opened and a warrior entered--a
warrior to whom death came quickly and painlessly.

Tarzan stepped into the doorway and looked out. Almost directly in front
of him, a priest stood in front of an altar across which a girl was
stretched upon her back; four men in long embroidered robes and feather
headdresses held her there, one at each leg and one at each arm. The
priest stood above her with knife of obsidian raised above her breast.

Tarzan took in the whole picture at a glance. The girl meant nothing to
him; the death of a human being did not mean much to him, he who had seen
so many creatures die, and knew that death was the natural consequence of
life; but the cruelty and heartlessness of the ceremony angered him, and
he was imbued with a sudden desire to thwart the authors of it, rather
than with any humanitarian urge to rescue the girl. The priest's back was
toward him as he leaped from his cell and snatched the knife from the
upraised hand; then he lifted the priest and hurled him against two of
the lesser priests who held the girl, breaking their holds and sending
them crashing to the temple floor. The other two priests he struck down
with his wooden club. The astounding performance left the onlookers
stunned and breathless, and no hand was raised to stop him as he lifted
the girl from the altar, slung her across one shoulder, and leaped
through the temple doorway.

Tarzan recalled the route by which he had been brought to the palace
temple, and he followed it back now out into the city, past two astounded
guards at the palace gate. They saw him disappear into a side street; but
they dared not desert their posts to follow him, but almost immediately a
howling mob surged past them in pursuit of the stranger who had defiled
their temple and snatched a sacrifice from the altar of their god.

The city was practically deserted, for all the inhabitants had gathered
in the temple square to witness the sacrifice, and so Tarzan ran
unmolested and unobserved through the narrow, winding side street of
Chichen Itza. He ran swiftly, for he could hear the howls of the pursuing
mob, and he had no wish to be overtaken by it.

The girl across his shoulder did not struggle to escape; she was far too
terrified. Snatched from death by this strange almost naked giant, she
could only apprehend what a terrible fate awaited her. She had heard the
story that Thak Chan had told, for it had spread throughout the city; and
she thought that perhaps this was indeed Che, Lord Forest. The vaguest
hint of such a possibility would have so terrified little Itzl Cha that
she could not have moved had she wished to, for gods are very terrifying
creatures and not to be antagonized. If Che, Lord Forest, wished to carry
her away, it would be certain death to oppose him; that she knew, and so
Itzl Cha lay very quietly on the broad shoulder of her rescuer.

Tarzan could tell by the diminishing volume of the sounds of pursuit that
he had thrown the mob off his trail. He soon reached the city wall at
some distance from any gate. Alone he could have gained the top; but
burdened with the girl, he could not; so he looked about him quickly for
some means of scaling it.

Just inside the wall was a narrow street, about fifteen feet wide, which
was lined with buildings and sheds of different heights, and here Tarzan
saw his way. To reach the roof of a low shed with the girl was no feat
for the ape man, and from this shed he went to the roof of a higher
structure, and then to another which was on a level with the top of the
city wall.

Itzl Cha, who had kept her eyes tightly closed most of the time now
opened them again. She saw that Che, Lord Forest, had carried her to the
roof of a building. Now he was running swiftly across the roof toward the
narrow street which lay just within the wall. He did not slacken his
speed as he approached the edge of the roof; and that made Itzl Cha close
her eyes again very tightly, for she knew that they both were going to be
dashed to death on the pavement in the street below.

At the edge of the roof, Tarzan leaped up and outward, alighting on the
top of the wall on the opposite side of the street. Below him was the
thatched roof of a laborer's hut, and to this he leaped, and from there
to the ground. A moment later, with Itzl Cha gasping for breath, he was
trotting across the cultivated fields toward the forest.


XV

Life in the camp of the castaways was well ordered and run along military
lines, for Colonel Leigh had taken full command. Lacking bugles, he had
set up the ship's bell, which rang at six o'clock each morning, a
clanging imitation of reveille; it summoned the company to mess three
times a day, and announced tattoo at nine, and taps at ten each night.
Sentries guarded the camp twenty-four hours each day, arid working
parties policed it, or chopped wood, or gathered such natural foods as
the jungle afforded. It was indeed a model camp, from which fishing
parties rowed out upon the lagoon daily, and hunting parties went into
the forest in search of game, wherewith to vary the monotony of their
fruit and vegetable diet. It was the duty of the women to keep their own
quarters in order and do such mending as might be required.

Tarzan's mysterious disappearance and protracted absence was the subject
of considerable conversation. "It is good riddance," said Penelope Leigh.
"Never, since I first saw that terrible creature, have I felt safe until
now."

"I don't see how you can say such a thing," said her niece; "I should
feel very much safer were he here."

"One never knew when he might take it into his head to eat one," insisted
Mrs. Leigh.

"I was shut up with him for days in that cage," said Janette Laon; "and
he never showed me even the slightest incivility, let alone threatening
to harm me."

"Hmph!" snorted Penelope, who had never as yet condescended to recognize
the existence of Janette, let alone speak to her. She had made up her
mind on first sight that Janette was a loose woman; and when Penelope
Leigh made up her mind, not even an act of Parliament might change it
ordinarily.

"Before he went away, he had been making weapons," recalled Patricia,
"and I suppose he went into the forest to hunt; perhaps a lion or a tiger
got him."

"Serve him right," snapped Mrs. Leigh. "The very idea of turning all
those wild beasts loose on this island with us. It will be a miracle if
we are not all devoured."

"He went out into the jungle without any firearms," mused Janette Laon,
half to herself; "I heard Colonel Leigh say that not even a pistol was
missing. Just think of going into that jungle where he knew all those
ferocious beasts were, and with only a gaff and some homemade arrows and
a bow."

Mrs. Leigh hated to acknowledge any interest in Janette Laon's
conversation, but she couldn't resist the temptation of saying, "He's
probably a half-wit; most of these wild men are."

"I wouldn't know," said Janette Laon sweetly, "never having had an
occasion to associate with any."

Mrs. Leigh sniffed, and Patricia turned her back to hide a smile.

Algernon Wright-Smith, Captain Bolton, and Dr. Crouch were hunting. They
had gone northward into the jungle hoping to bring fresh meat back to the
camp. They were following a dim trail in the damp earth of which the
footprints of pig could occasionally be identified, and these gave them
hope and lured them on.

"Nasty place to meet a tusker," remarked Crouch.

"Rather," agreed Algy.

"Look here!" exclaimed Bolton, who was in advance.

"What is it?" asked Crouch.

"The pug of a tiger or a lion," replied Bolton; "fresh too--the blighter
must just have crossed the trail."

Crouch and Algy examined the imprint of the beast's pug in the soft
earth. "Tiger," said Crouch; "no doubt about it--I've seen too many of
them to be mistaken."

"Rotten place to meet old stripes," said Algy; "I--," a coughing grunt
interrupted him. "I say!" he exclaimed, "there's the beggar now."

"Where?" demanded Bolton.

"Off there to the left," said Crouch.


"Can't see a bloody thing," said Algy.

"I think we should go back," said Bolton; "we wouldn't have a chance if
that fellow charged; one of us would be sure to be killed--maybe more."

"I think you're right," said Crouch; "I don't like the idea of having
that fellow between us and camp." There was a sudden crashing in the
underbrush a short distance from them.

"My God!" exclaimed Algy, "here he comes!" as he threw down his gun and
clambered into a tree.

The other men followed Algy's example and none too soon, for they were
scarcely out of harm's way when a great Bengal tiger broke from cover and
leaped into the trail. He stood looking around for a moment, and then he
caught sight of the treed men and growled. His terrible yellow-green eyes
and his snarling face were turned up toward them.

Crouch commenced to laugh, and the other two men looked at him in
surprise. "I'm glad there was no one here to see that," he said; "it
would have been a terrible blow to British prestige."

"What the devil else could we do?" demanded Bolton. "You know as well as
I do that we didn't have a ghost of a show against him, even with three
guns."

"Of course not," said Algy; "couldn't have got a sight of him to fire at
until he was upon us. Certainly was lucky for us there were some trees we
could climb in a hurry; good old trees; I always did like trees."

The tiger came forward growling, and when he was beneath the tree in
which Algy was perched, he crouched and sprang.

"By jove!" exclaimed Algy, climbing higher; "the beggar almost got me."

Twice more the tiger sprang for one of them, and then he walked back
along the trail a short distance and lay down patiently.

"The beggar's got us to rights," said Bolton. "He won't stay there
forever," said Crouch.

Bolton shook his head. "I hope not," he said, "but they have an amazing
amount of patience; I know a chap who was treed by one all night in
Bengal."

"Oh, I say, he couldn't do that, you know," objected Algy. "What does he
take us for--a lot of bally asses? Does he think we're coming down there
to be eaten up?"

"He probably thinks that when we are ripe, we'll fall off, like apples
and things."

"This is deucedly uncomfortable," said Algy after a while; "I'm pretty
well fed up with it. I wish I had my gun."

"It's right down there at the foot of your tree," said Crouch; "why don't
you go down and get it?"

"I say, old thing!" exclaimed Algy; "I just had a brainstorm. Watch." He
took off his shirt, commenced tearing it into strips which he tied
together, and when he had a long string of this he made a slip noose at
one end; then he came down to a lower branch and dropped the noose down
close to the muzzle of his gun, which, because of the way in which the
weapon had fallen, was raised a couple of inches from the ground.

"Clever?" demanded Algy.

"Very," said Bolton. "The tiger is admiring your ingenuity; see him
watching you?"

"If that noose catches behind the sight, I can draw the bally thing up
here, and then I'll let old stripes have what for."

"You should have been an engineer, Algy," said Crouch.

"My mother wanted me to study for the Church," said Algy, "and my father
wanted me to go into the diplomatic corps--both make me bored; so I just
played tennis instead."

"And you're rotten at that," said Crouch, laughing.

"Righto, old thing!" agreed Algy. "Look! I have it."

After much fishing, the noose had slipped over the muzzle of the gun, and
as Algy pulled gently, it tightened below the sight; then he started
drawing the weapon up towards him.

He had it within a foot of his hand when the tiger leaped to his feet
with a roar and charged. As the beast sprang into the air towards Algy,
the man dropped everything and scrambled towards safety, as the raking
talons swept within an inch of his foot.

"Whe-e-ew!" exclaimed Algy, as he reached a higher branch.

"Now you've even lost your shirt," said Crouch.

The tiger stood looking up for a moment, growling and lashing his tail,
and then he went back and lay down again.

"I believe the beggar is going to keep us here all night," said Algy.



XVI

Krause and his fellows had not gone two days march from the camp of the
castaways, as Tarzan had ordered them to do. They had gone only about
four miles up the coast, where they had camped by another stream where it
emptied into the ocean. They were a bitter and angry company as they
squatted disconsolately upon the beach and ate the fruit that they had
made the Lascars gather. They sweated and fumed for a couple of days and
made plans and quarrelled. Both Krause and Schmidt wished to command, and
Schmidt won out because Krause was the bigger coward and was afraid of
the madman. Abdullah Abu Nejm sat apart and hated them all. Oubanovitch
talked a great deal in a loud tone of voice and argued that they should
all be comrades and that nobody should command. By a single thread of
common interest were they held together-their hatred of Tarzan, because
he had sent them away without arms or ammunition.

"We could go back at night and steal what we need," suggested
Oubanovitch.

"I have been thinking that same thing, myself," said Schmidt. "You go
back now, Oubanovitch, and reconnoiter. You can hide in the jungle just
outside their camp and get a good lay of the land, so that we shall know
just where the rifles are kept."

"You go yourself," said Oubanovitch, "you can't order me around."

"I'm in command," screamed Schmidt, springing to his feet.

Oubanovitch stood up too. He was a big hulking brute, much larger than
Schmidt. "So what!" he demanded.

"There's no sense in fighting among ourselves," said Krause. "Why don't
you send a Lascar?"

"If I had a gun this dirty Communist would obey me," Schmidt grumbled,
and then he called to one of the Lascar sailors. "Come here, Chuldrup,"
he ordered.

The Lascar slouched forward, sullen and scowling. He hated Schmidt; but
all his life he had taken orders from white men, and the habit was strong
upon him.

"You go other camp," Schmidt directed; "hide in jungle; see where guns,
bullets kept."

"No go," said Chuldrup; "tiger in jungle."

"The hell you won't got," exclaimed Schmidt, and knocked the sailor down.
"I'll teach you." The sailor came to his feet, a boiling caldron of hate.
He wanted to kill the white man, but he was still afraid. "Now get out of
here, you heathen dog," Schmidt yelled at him; "and see that you don't
come back until you find out what you want to know." Chuldrup turned and
walked away, and a moment later the jungle closed behind him.


"I say!" exclaimed Algy. "What's the blighter doing now?" The tiger had
arisen and was standing, ears forward, looking back along the trail. He
cocked his head on one side, listening.

"He hears something coming," said Bolton.

"There he goes," said Crouch, as the tiger slunk into the underbrush
beside the trail.

"Now's our chance," said Algy.

"He didn't go far," said Bolton; "he's right there; I can see him."

"Trying to fool us," said Crouch.


Chuldrup was very much afraid; he was afraid of the jungle, but he was
more afraid to return to Schmidt without the information the man wanted.
He stopped for a moment to think the matter over; should he go back and
hide in the jungle for a while close to Schmidt's camp and then when
there had been time for him to fulfill his mission go to Schmidt and make
up a story about the location of the guns and bullets?

Chuldrup scratched his head, and then the light of a great idea broke
upon him; he would go to the camp of the Englishmen, tell them what
Schmidt was planning, and ask them to let him remain with them. That, he
knew, was one of the best ideas that he had ever had in his life; and so
he turned and trotted happily along the trail.

"Something is coming," whispered Crouch; "I can hear it," and a moment
later Chuldrup came trotting into view.

All three men shouted warnings simultaneously, but too late. As the
Lascar stopped amazed and looked up at them, momentarily uncomprehending,
a great tiger leaped from the underbrush and rearing up above the
terrified man seized him by the shoulder.

Chuldrup screamed; the great beast shook him and then turned and dragged
him off into the underbrush, while the three Englishmen, horrified,
looked on helplessly.

For a few moments they could hear the screams of the man mingling with
the growls of the tiger and then the screams ceased.

"My God!" exclaimed Algy, "that was awful."

"Yes," said Dolton, "but it's our chance; he won't bother anything now
that doesn't go near his kill."

Gingerly and quietly they descended to the ground, picked up their
rifles, and started back toward camp; but all three were shaken by the
tragedy they had witnessed.


In the camp the day's work was done; even Colonel Leigh Could find
nothing more to keep the men busy.

"I must be getting old," he said to his wife.

"Getting?" she asked. " Are you just discovering it?"

The Colonel smiled indulgently; he was always glad when Penelope was
herself. Whenever she said anything pleasant or kindly he was worried.
"Yes," he continued, "I must be slipping; I can't think of a damn thing
for these men to do."

"It seems to me there should be plenty to do around here," said Penelope;
"I am always busy."

"I think the men deserve a little leisure," said Patricia; "they've been
working steadily ever since we've gotten here."

"There's nothing that breeds discontent more surely than idleness," said
the Colonel; "but I'm going to let them knock off for the rest of the
day."

Hans de Groote and Janette Laon were sitting together on the beach
talking.

"Life is funny," said the man. "Just a few weeks ago, I was looking
forward to seeing New York City for the first time--young, fancy-free,
and with three months pay in my pocket; what a time I was planning there!
And now here I am somewhere in the Pacific Ocean on an island that no one
ever heard of--and that's not the worst of it."

"And what is the worst of it?" asked Janette.

"That I like it, " replied de Groote.

"Like it!" she exclaimed. "But why do you like it?"

"Because you are here," he said.

The girl looked at him in surprise. "I don't understand," she said; "you
certainly can't mean that the way it sounds."

"But I do, Janette," he said; "I--," his tanned face flushed. "Why is it
that those three words are so hard to say when you mean them?"

She reached out and placed her hand on his. "You mustn't say them," she
said; "you mustn't ever say them--to me."

"Why?" he demanded.

"You know what I have been--kicking around Singapore, Saigon, Batavia."

"I love you," said Hans de Groote, and then Janette Laon burst into
tears; it had been long since she had cried except in anger or
disappointment.

"I won't let you," she said; "I won't let you."

"Don't you--love me a little, Janette?" he asked.

"I won't tell you," she said; "I won't ever tell you."

De Groote pressed her hand and smiled. "You have told me," he said.

And then they were interrupted by Patricia's voice crying, "Why, Algy,
where is your shirt?"

The hunters had returned, and the Europeans gathered around to hear their
story. When they had finished the Colonel harrumphed. "That settles it,"
he said; "there will be no more hunting in the jungle; no one would have
a chance against a tiger or a lion in that tangle of undergrowth."

"It's all your fault, William," snapped Mrs. Leigh; "you should have
taken complete command; you should not have permitted that wildman to
turn those beasts loose on us."

"I still think that it was quite the sporting thing to do," said the
Colonel, "and don't forget that it was quite as dangerous for him as for
us. As far as we know the poor devil may have been killed by one of them
already."

"And serve him quite right," said Mrs. Leigh; "anyone who will run around
the way he does in the presence of ladies has no business to live--at
least not among decent people."

"I think the fellow was just a little bit of all right," said the
Colonel, "and don't forget, Penelope, if it had not been for him, we
would probably be a great deal worse off than we are now."

"Don't forget, Aunt Penelope, that he rescued you from the Saigon."

"I am doing my best to forget it," said Mrs. Leigh.


XVII

When Itzl Cha realized that she was being carried off toward the forest,
she was not quite sure what her feelings were. Back in Chichen Itza was
certain death, for the gods could not be lightly robbed of their victims;
and, were she ever to return, she knew that she would be again offered up
in sacrifice. What lay ahead she could not even guess; but Itzl Cha was
young and life was sweet; and perhaps Che, Lord Forest, would not kill
her.

When they reached the forest Che did an amazing thing: he leaped to the
low branch of a tree and then swung upward, carrying her swiftly high
above the ground. Now indeed was Itzl Cha terrified.

Presently Che stopped and voiced a long drawn-out call--an eerie cry that
echoed through the forest; then he went on.

The girl had summoned sufficient courage to keep her eyes open, but
presently she saw something that made her wish to close them again;
however, fascinated, she continued to look at two grotesque creatures
swinging through the trees to meet them, jabbering as they came.

Che replied in the same strange jargon, and Itzl Cha knew that she was
listening to the language of the gods, for these two must indeed be the
two earth gods of whom Thak Chan had spoken. When these two reached Che,
all three stopped and spoke to each other in that language she could not
understand. It was then that Itzl Cha chanced to glance down at the
ground into a little clearing upon the edge of which they were, and there
she saw the body of a terrible beast; and she knew that it was the same
one from which Che had rescued Thak Chan, the hunter.

She wished that the skeptics in Chichen Itza could see all that she had
seen, for then they would know that these were indeed gods; and they
would be sorry and frightened because they had treated Lord Forest as
they had.

Her divine rescuer carried her to a mountain trail. And there he set her
down upon the ground and let her walk. Now she had a good look at him;
how beautiful he was! Indeed a god. The two earth gods waddled along with
them, and from being afraid Itzl Cha commenced to be very proud when she
thought of the company in which she was. What other girl in Chichen Itza
had ever walked abroad with three gods?

Presently they came to a place where the trail seemed to end,
disappearing over the brink of a terrifying precipice; but Che, Lord
Forest, did not hesitate; he merely took Itzl Cha across that broad
shoulder again and clambered down the declivity with as great ease as did
the two earth gods.

However, Itzl Cha could not help but be terrified when she looked down;
and so she closed her eyes tightly and held her breath and pressed her
little body very close to that of Che, Lord Forest, who had become to her
something akin to a haven of refuge.

But at last they reached the bottom and once again Lord Forest raised his
voice. What he said sounded to Itzl Cha like "Yud, Tantor, yud!" And that
was exactly what it was: "Come, Tantor, Come!"

Very shortly, Itzl Cha heard a sound such as she had never heard
before--a sound that no other Mayan had ever heard; the trumpeting of an
elephant.

By this time, Itzl Cha thought that she had seen all the miracles that
there were to be seen in the world, but when a great bull elephant broke
through the forest, toppling the trees that were in his path, little Itzl
Cha screamed and fainted.

When Itzl Cha regained consciousness, she did not immediately open her
eyes. She was conscious of an arm about her, and that her back was
resting against a human body; but what caused that strange motion, and
what was that rough surface that she straddled with her bare legs?

Fearfully, Itzl Cha opened her eyes; but she immediately screamed and
closed them again. She was sitting on the head of that terrible beast she
had seen!

Lord Forest was sitting behind her, and it was his arm that was around
her, preventing her from falling to the ground. The earth gods were
swinging along in the trees beside them; they seemed to be scolding. It
was all too much for little Itzl Cha; in a brief hour or two, she had
experienced a lifetime of thrills and adventure.


The afternoon was drawing to a close. Lum Kip was preparing dinner for
the Europeans. This was not a difficult procedure; there was fish to fry,
and some tubers to boil. Fruit made up the balance of the menu. Lum Kip
was cheerful and happy; he liked to work for the foreign devils; they
treated him well, and the work was not nearly as arduous as chopping
wood.

The two girls in the party and most of the men were sitting on the
ground, talking over the events of the day, especially the hunting trip
which had ended in tragedy. Patricia wondered if they would ever see
Tarzan again, and that started them talking about the wildman and his
probable fate. The Colonel was in his hut shaving, and his wife was
sitting out in front of it with her mending, when something attracted her
attention, and, looking toward the forest she voiced a single
ear-piercing shriek and fainted. Instantly everyone was on his feet; the
Colonel, his face half lathered, rushed from the hut.

Patricia Leigh-Burden cried, "Oh, my God, look!"

Coming out of the forest was a great bull elephant, and on its neck sat
Tarzan holding an almost naked girl in front of him; two orang-utans
waddled along at a safe distance on one side. No wonder Penelope Leigh
had fainted. The elephant stopped a few paces outside the forest; the
sight of all these people was too much for him, and he would come no
farther. Tarzan, with the girl in his arms, slipped to the ground, and,
holding her by the band, led her toward the camp.

Itzl Cha felt that these must all be gods, but much of her fear was gone
now, for Lord Forest bad offered her no harm, nor had the earth gods, nor
had that strange enormous beast on which she had ridden through the
forest.

Patricia Leigh-Burden looked questioningly and a little suspiciously at
the girl walking at Tarzan's side. One of the sailors working nearby said
to another, "That fellow is a fast worker." Patricia beard it, and her
lips tightened.

Tarzan was greeted by silence, but it was the silence of surprise. The
Colonel was working over his wife, and presently she opened her eyes.
"Where is he?" she whispered. "That creature! You must get him out of
camp immediately, William, he and that wanton girl with him. Both of them
together didn't have on enough clothes to cover a baby decently. I
suppose he went off somewhere and stole a woman, an Indian woman at
that."

"Oh, quiet, Penelope," said the Colonel, a little irritably; "you don't
know anything about it and neither do I."

"Well, you'd better make it your businesss to find out," snapped Mrs.
Leigh. "I don't intend to permit Patricia to remain in the same camp with
such people, nor shall I remain."

Tarzan walked directly to Patricia Leigh-Burden. "I want you to look
after this girl," he said.

"I?" demanded Patricia haughtily.

"Yes, you," he replied.

"Come, come," said the Colonel, still half lathered, "what is the meaning
of all this, sir?"

"There's a city to the south of us," said Tarzan, "a good-sized city,
and they have some heathen rites in which they sacrifice human beings;
this girl was about to be sacrificed, when I was lucky enough to be able
to take her away. She can't go back there because of course they would
kill her; so we'll have to look after her. If your niece won't do it, I'm
sure that Janette will."

"Of course I'll look after her," said Patricia; "who said that I
wouldn't?"

"Put some clothes on the thing," said Mrs. Leigh; "this is absolutely
disgraceful."

Tarzan looked at her with disgust. "It is your evil mind that needs
clothes," he said.

Penelope Leigh's jaws dropped. She stood there open-mouthed and
speechless for a moment; then she wheeled about and stamped into her hut.

"I say, old thing," said Algy, "how the deuce did you get that elephant
to let you ride on his head; that was one of the wild African bulls?"

"How do you get your friends to do you favors?" asked Tarzan.

"But, I say, you know, old thing, I haven't any friends like that."

"That is too bad," said the ape man. Then he turned to the Colonel, "We
must take every precaution against attack;" he said; "there were many
warriors in that city, and I have no doubts but that a search will be
made for this girl; eventually they will find our camp. Of course they
are not accustomed to firearms, and if we are always on the alert, we
have little to fear; but I suggest that only very strong parties be
allowed to go into the jungle."

"I have just issued orders that no one is to go into the jungle," replied
the Colonel. "Captain Bolton, Dr. Crouch, and Mr. Wright-Smith were
attacked by one of your tigers today."


XVIII

For six weeks the life in the camp dragged on monotonously and without
incident; and during that time, Patricia Leigh-Burden taught Itzl Cha to
speak and understand enough English so that the little Mayan girl could
carry on at least a sketchy conversation with the others, while Tarzan
devoted much of his time to learning the Maya tongue from her. Tarzan,
alone of the company, ventured occasionally into the jungle; and, from
these excursions, he often returned with a wild pig.

His absence from camp always aroused Penelope Leigh's ire. "He is
impudent and insubordinate," she complained to her husband. "You gave
strict orders that no one was to go into the jungle, and he deliberately
disobeys you. You should make an example of him."

"What do you suggest that I do with him, my dear?" asked the Colonel.
"Should he be drawn and quartered, or merely shot at sunrise?"

"Don't try to be facetious, William; it does not become you. You should
simply insist that he obey the regulations that you have laid down."

"And go without fresh pork?" asked the Colonel.

"I do not like pork," snapped Mrs. Leigh. "Furthermore, I do not like the
goings-on around this camp; Mr. de Groote is far too intimate with that
French woman, and the wildman is always around that Indian girl. Look at
them now--always talking together; I can imagine what he is saying to
her."

"He is trying to learn her language," explained the Colonel; "something
that may prove very valuable to us later on, if we ever have any dealings
with her people."

"Hmph!" snorted Mrs. Leigh; "a fine excuse. And the way they dress! If I
can find some goods in the ship's stores, I shall make her a Mother
Hubbard; and as for him-you should do something about that. And now look;
there goes Patricia over to talk to them. William, you must put a stop to
all this nonsense--it is indecent."

Colonel William Cecil Hugh Percival Leigh sighed; his was not an entirely
happy existence. Many of the men were becoming restless, and there were
some who had commenced to question his right to command them. He rather
questioned it himself, but he knew that conditions would become
unbearable if there were no one in authority. Of course Algy, Bolton,
Tibbet, and Crouch backed him up, as did de Groote and Tarzan. It was
upon Tarzan that he depended most, for he realized that here was a man
who would brook no foolishness in the event of mutiny. And now his wife
wanted him to insist that this half-savage man wear trousers. The Colonel
sighed again.

Patricia sat down beside Tarzan and Itzl Cha. "How goes the class in
Mayan?" she asked.

"Itzl Cha says that I am doing splendidly," replied Tarzan.

"And Itzl Cha is mastering English, after a fashion," said Patricia; "she
and I can almost carry on an intelligent conversation. She has told me
some very interesting things. Do you know why they were going to
sacrifice her?"

"To some god, I suppose," replied Tarzan.

"Yes, to a god called Che, Lord Forest, to appease him for the affront
done him by a man that claimed you were Che, Lord Forest.

"Itzl Cha is, of course, positive that she was rescued by no one less
than Che, Lord Forest; and she says that many of her people will believe
that too. She says that it is the first time in the history of her people
that a god has come and taken alive the sacrifice being offered to him.
It has made a deep impression on her and no one can ever convince her
that you are not Che.

"Her own father offered her as a sacrifice in order to win favor with the
gods," continued Patricia. "It is simply horrible, but it is their way;
Itzl Cha says that parents often do this; although slaves and prisoners
of war are usually the victims."

"She has told me a number of interesting things about her people and
about the island," said Tarzan. "The island is called Uxmal, after a city
in Yucatan from which her people migrated hundreds of years ago."

"They must be Mayas then," said Patricia.

"That is very interesting," said Dr. Crouch, who had joined them. "From
what you have told us of your experiences in their city, and from what
Itzl Cha has told us, it is evident that they have preserved their
religion and their culture almost intact throughout the centuries since
the migration. What a field this would be for the anthropologist and the
archaeologist. If you could establish friendly relations with them, we
might be able to solve the riddles of the hieroglyphs an their stelae and
temples in Central America and South America."

"As the chances are that we shall be here all the rest of our lives,"
Patricia reminded him, "our knowledge would do the world very little
good."

"I cannot believe that we shall never be rescued," said Dr. Crouch. "By
the way, Tarzan, is this village that you visited the only one on the
island?"

"I don't know as to that," replied the ape man, "but these Mayans are not
the only people here. At the northern end of the island, there is a
settlement of what Itzl Cha calls 'very bad people.' The history of the
island, handed down largely by word of mouth, indicates that survivors of
a shipwreck intermarried with the aborigines of the island, and it is
their descendents who live in this settlement; but they do not fraternize
with the aborigines who live in the central part of the island."

"You mean that there is a native population here?" asked
Dr. Crouch.

"Yes, and we are camped right on the south-western edge of their domain.
I have never gone far enough into their country to see any of them, but
Itzl Cha says that they are very savage cannibals."

"What a lovely place fate selected for us to be marooned," remarked
Patricia, "and then to make it all the cozier, you had to turn a lot of
lions and tigers loose in it." Tarzan smiled.

"At least we shall not perish from ennui," remarked Janette Laon.

Colonel Leigh, Algy, and Bolton sauntered up, and then de Groote joined
the party. "Some of the men just came to me," said the Dutchman, "and
wanted me to ask you, Colonel, if they could try to break up the Saigon
and build a boat to get away from here. They said they would rather take
a chance of dying at sea than spending the rest of their lives here."

"I don't know that I can blame them," said the Colonel. "What do you
think of it, Bolton?"

"It might be done," replied the Captain.

"Anyway, it will keep them busy," said the Colonel; "and if they were
doing something they wanted to do, they wouldn't be complaining all the
time."

"I don't know where they would build it," said Bolton. "They certainly
can't build it on the reef; and it wouldn't do any good to build it on
shore, for the water in the lagoon would be too shallow to float it."

"There is deep water in a cove about a mile north of here," said Tarzan,
"and no reef."

"By the time the blighters have taken the Saigon apart, " said Algy ,
"and carried it a mile along the coast, they'll be too exhausted to build
a boat."

"Or too old," suggested Patricia.

"Who's going to design the boat?" asked the Colonel.

"The men have asked me to," replied de Groote; "my father is a
shipbuilder, and I worked in his yard before I went to sea."

"It's not a bad idea," said Crouch; "do you think you can build a boat
large enough to take us all?"

"It depends upon how much of the Saigon we can salvage," replied de
Groote. "If we should have another bad storm soon, the whole ship might
break up."

Algernon Wright-Smith made a sweeping gesture toward the forest. "We have
plenty of lumber there," he said, "if the Saigon fails us."

"That would be some job," said Bolton.

"Well, we've got all our lives to do it in, old thing," Algy reminded
him.


XIX

When two days had passed and Chuldrup had not returned, Schmidt drove
another Lascar into the forest with orders to go to Tarzan's camp and get
information about the guns and ammunition.

The Lascars had made a separate camp, a short distance from that occupied
by Schmidt, Krause, Oubanovitch, and the Arab. They had been very busy,
but none of the four men in the smaller camp had paid any attention to
them, merely summoning one of them when they wanted to give any orders.

The second man whom Schmidt had sent in the forest never returned.
Schmidt was furious, and on the third day he ordered two men to go. They
stood sullenly before him, listening. When he had finished they turned
and walked back to their own camp. Schmidt watched them; he saw them sit
down with their fellows. He waited a moment to see if they would start,
but they did not. Then he started toward their camp, white with rage.

"I'll teach them," he muttered; "I'll show them who's boss here--the
brown devils;" but when he approached them, fifteen Lascars stood up to
face him, and he saw that they were armed with bows and arrows and wooden
spears. This was the work that had kept them so busy for several days.

Schmidt and the Lascars stood facing one another for several moments;
then one of the latter said, "What do you want here?"

There were fifteen of them, fifteen sullen, scowling men, all well armed.

"Aren't you two men going to find out about the guns and ammunition so
that we can get them?" he asked.

"No," said one of the two. "You want to know, you go. We no take orders
any more. Get out. Go back to your own camp."

"This is mutiny," blustered Schmidt.

"Get out," said a big Lascar, and fitted an arrow to his bow.

Schmidt turned and slunk away.

"What's the matter?" asked Krause, when Schmidt reached his own camp.

"The devils have mutinied," replied Schmidt, "and they are all
armed--made bows and arrows and spears for themselves."

"The uprising of the proletariat!" exclaimed Oubanovitch. "I shall join
them and lead them. It is glorious, glorious; the world revolution has
reached even here!"

"Shut up!" said Schmidt; "you give me a pain."

"Wait until I organize my glorious revolutionaries," cried Oubanovitch;
"then you will sing a different song; then it will be 'Comrade
Oubanovitch, this, and 'Comrade Oubanovitch, that.' Now I go to my
comrades who have risen in their might and cast the yoke of Capitalism
from their necks."

He crossed jubilantly to the camp of the Lascars. "Comrades!" he cried.
"Congratulations on your glorious achievement. I have come to lead you on
to greater victories. We will march on the camp of the Capitalists who
threw us out. We will liquidate them, and we will take all their guns and
ammunition and all their supplies."

Fifteen scowling men looked at him in silence for a moment; then one of
them said, "Get out."

"But!" exclaimed Oubanovitch, "I have come to join you; together we will
go on to glorious-"

"Get out," repeated the Lascar.

Oubanovitch hesitated until several of them started toward him; then he
turned and went back to the other camp. "Well, Comrade," said Schmidt,
with a sneer, "is the revolution over?"

"They are stupid fools," said Oubanovitch.

That night the four men had to attend to their own fire, which the
Lascars had kept burning for them in the past as a safeguard against wild
beasts; and they had had to gather the wood for it, too. Now it devolved
upon them to take turns standing guard.

"Well, Comrade," said Schmidt to Oubanovitch, "how do you like
revolutions now that you are on the other side of one?"

The Lascars, having no white man to command them, all went to sleep and
let their fire die out. Abdullah Abu Nejm was on guard in the smaller
camp when he heard a series of ferocious growls from the direction of the
Lascar's camp, and then a scream of pain and terror. The other three men
awoke and sprang to their feet.

"What is it?" demanded Schmidt

"El adrea, Lord of the Broad Head," replied the Arab.

"What's that?" asked Oubanovitch.

"A lion," said Krause; "he got one of them."

The screams of the unfortunate victim was still blasting the silence of
the night, but they were farther from the camp of the Lascars now, as the
lion dragged his prey farther away from the presence of the other men.
Presently the screams ceased, and then came an even more grisly and
horrifying sound--the tearing and rending of flesh and bones mingled with
the growls of the carnivore.

Krause piled more wood upon the fire. "That damn wildman," he
said--"turning those beasts loose here."

"Serves you right," said Schmidt; "you had no business catching a white
man and putting him in a cage."

"It was Abdullah's idea," whined Krause; "I never would have thought of
it if he hadn't put it into my head."

There was no more sleep in the camp that night. They could hear the lion
feeding until daylight, and then in the lesser darkness of dawn, they saw
him rise from his kill and go to the river to drink; then he disappeared
into the jungle.

"He will lie up for the day," said Abdullah, "but he will come out again
and feed."

As Abdullah ceased speaking, a foul sound came from the edge of the
jungle, and two forms slunk out; the hyenas had scented the lion's kill,
and presently they were tearing at what was left of the Lascar.

The next night, the Lascars built no fire at all; and another was taken.
"The fools!" exclaimed Krause; "that lion has got the habit by now, and
none of us will ever be safe again here."

"They are fatalists." said Schmidt; "they believe that whatever is
foreordained to happen must happen, and that nothing they can do about it
can prevent it."

"Well, I'm no fatalist," said Krause. "I'm going to sleep in a tree after
this," and he spent the next day building a platform in a tree at the
edge of the forest, setting an example which the other three men were
quick to follow. Even the Lascars were impressed, and that night the lion
came and roared through empty camps.

"I've stood all of this that I can," said Krause; "I'm going back and see
that fellow, Tarzan. I'll promise anything if he'll let us stay in his
camp."

"How are you going to get there?" asked Schmidt. "I wouldn't walk through
that jungle again for twenty million marks."

"I don't intend to walk through the jungle," said Krause. "I'm going to
follow the beach. I could always run out into the ocean if I met
anything."

"I think El adrea would be kinder to us than Tarzan of the Apes," said
the Arab.

"I never did anything to him," said Oubanovitch; "he ought to let me come
back."

"He's probably afraid you'd start a revolution," said Schmidt. But they
finally decided to try it; and early the next morning, they set out along
the beach toward the other camp.


XX

Chand, the Lascar, watched Krause and his three companions start along
the beach in the direction of Camp Saigon. "They are going to the other
camp," he said to his fellows. "Come, we will go too;" and a moment later
they were trailing along the beach in the wake of the others.

In Camp Saigon, Tarzan was eating his breakfast alone. He had arisen
early, for he had planned a full day's work. Only Lum Kip was astir,
going about his work quietly preparing breakfast. Presently Patricia
Leigh-Burden came from her hut and joined Tarzan, sitting down beside
him.

"You are up early this morning," she said.

"I am always earlier than the others," he replied, "but today I had a
special reason; I want to get an early start. "

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going exploring," he replied, "I want to see what is on the other
side of the island."

Patricia leaned forward eagerly, placing a hand upon his knee. "Oh, may I
go with you?" she asked. "I'd love it."

From the little shelter that had been built especially for her, Itzl Cha
watched them. Her black eyes narrowed and snapped, and she clenched her
little hands tightly.

"You couldn't make it, Patricia," said Tarzan, "not the way I travel."

"I've hiked through jungles in India," she said.

"No;" he said, quite definitely; "traveling on the ground in there is too
dangerous. I suppose you've heard it mentioned that there are wild
animals there."

"Then if it's dangerous you shouldn't go," she said, "carrying nothing
but a silly bow and some arrows. Let me go along with a rifle; I'm a good
shot, and I've hunted tigers in India."

Tarzan rose, and Patricia jumped to her feet, placing her bands on his
shoulders. "Please don't go," she begged, "I'm afraid for you," but he
only laughed and turned and trotted off toward the jungle.

Patricia watched him until he swung into a tree and disappeared; then she
swished around angrily and went to her hut. "I'll show him," she muttered
under her breath.

Presently she emerged with a rifle and ammunition. Itzl Cha watched her
as she entered the jungle at the same place that Tarzan had, right at the
edge of the little stream. The little Mayan girl bit her lips, and the
tears came to her eyes--tears of frustration and anger. Lum Kip, working
around the cook fire, commenced to hum to himself.


Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest, was still furious about the theft of Itzl
Cha from beneath the sacred sacrificial knife. "The temple has been
defiled," he growled, "and the gods will be furious."

"Perhaps not," said Cit Coh Xiu, the king; "perhaps after all that was
indeed Che, Lord Forest."

Chal Yip Xiu looked at the king, disgustedly. "He was only one of the
strangers that Xatl Din saw on the beach. If you would not arouse the
anger of the gods, you should send a force of warriors to the camp of the
strangers, to bring Itzl Cha back, for that is where she will be found."

"Perhaps you are right," said the king; "at least it will do no harm,"
and he sent for Xatl Din and ordered him to take a hundred warriors and
go to the camp of the strangers and get Itzl Cha. "With a hundred
warriors, you should be able to kill many of them and bring back
prisoners to Chichen Itza."


Tibbett, with a boatload of sailors, was rowing out to the reef to
continue the work of salvaging lumber from the Saigon, as the other
members of the party came out for their breakfast. Itzl Cha sat silent
and sullen, eating very little, for she had lost her appetite. Janette
Laon came and sat beside de Groote, and Penelope Leigh looked at them
down her nose.

"Is Patricia up yet, Janette?" asked the Colonel

Janette looked around the company. "Why, yes," she said, "isn't she here?
She was gone when I woke up."

"Where in the world can that girl be?" demanded Penelope Leigh.

"Oh, she must be nearby," said the Colonel, but, as he called her name
aloud, it was evident that he was perturbed.

"And that creature is gone too!" exclaimed Mrs. Leigh. "I knew that
something terrible like this was going to happen sooner or later,
William, if you permitted that man to remain in camp."

"Now, just what has happened, Penelope?" asked the Colonel.

"Why he's abducted her, that's what's happened."

Lum Kip, who was putting a platter of rice on the table, overheard the
conversation and volunteered, "Tarzan, she, go that way," pointing toward
the northeast; "Plateecie, him go that way," and pointed in the same
direction.

"Maybe Pat abducted him," suggested Algy.

"Don't be ridiculous, Algernon," snapped Mrs. Leigh. "It is quite obvious
what happened--the creature enticed her into the jungle."

"They talked long," said Itzl Cha, sullenly. "They go different times;
they meet in jungle."

"How can you sit there, William, and permit that Indian girl to intimate
that your niece arranged an assignation in the jungle with that
impossible creature."

"Well," said the Colonel, "if Pat's in the jungle, I pray to high heaven
that Tarzan is with her."


Pat followed a stream that ran for a short distance in a northeasterly
direction, and when it turned southeast, she continued to follow it, not
knowing that Tarzan had taken to the trees and was swinging rapidly
through them almost due east toward the other side of the island. The
ground rose rapidly now, and the little stream tumbled excitedly down
toward the ocean. Pat realized that she was being a stubborn fool, but,
being stubborn, she decided to climb the mountain a short distance to get
a view of the island. It was a hard climb, and the trees constantly shut
out any view, but the girl kept on until she came to a level ledge which
ran around a shoulder of the mountain. As she was pretty well winded by
this time, she sat down to rest.


"I should think some of you men would go out and look for Patricia," said
Mrs. Leigh.

"I'll go," said Algy, "but I don't know where to look for the old girl."

"Who's that coming along the beach?" said Dr. Crouch.

"Why it's Krause and Schmidt," said Dolton. "Yes, and Oubanovitch and the
Arab are with him." Almost automatically the men loosened their pistols
in their holsters and waited in silence as the four approached.

The men about the breakfast table had all risen and were waiting
expectantly. Krause came to the point immediately. "We've come to ask you
to let us come back and camp near you," he said. "We have no firearms and
no protection where we are. Two of our men have gone into the jungle and
never returned, and two have been taken right out of camp by lions at
night. You certainly must have a heart, Colonel; you certainly won't
subject fellow men to such dangers needlessly. If you will take us back,
we promise to obey you and not cause any trouble."

"I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble when Tarzan returns and finds
you here," said the Colonel.

"You should let them remain, William," said Mrs. Leigh. "You are in
command here, not that Tarzan creature."

"I really think it would be inhuman to send them away," said Dr. Crouch.

"They were inhuman to us," said Janette Laon bitterly.

"Young woman," exploded Penelope, "you should be taught your place; you
have nothing to say about this. The Colonel will decide."

Janette Laon shook her head hopelessly and winked at de Groote. Penelope
saw the wink and exploded again. "You are an insolent baggage," she said;
"you and the Indian girl and that Tarzan creature should never have been
permitted in the same camp with gentlefolk."

"If you will permit me, Penelope," said the Colonel stiffly, "I think
that I can handle this matter without assistance or at least without
recrimination."

"Well, all that I have to say," said Penelope, "is that you must let them
remain."

"Suppose," suggested Crouch, "that we let them remain anyway until Tarzan
returns; then we can discuss the matter with him--they are more his
enemies than ours."

"They are enemies to all of us," said Janette.

"You may remain, Krause," said the Colonel, "at least, until Tarzan
returns; and see that you behave yourselves."

"We certainly shall, Colonel," replied Krause, "and thank you for letting
us stay."


Patricia got a view of the ocean from the ledge where she was sitting,
but she could see nothing of the island; and so, after resting, she went
on a little farther. It was far more open here and very beautiful,
orchids clung in gorgeous sprays to many a tree, and ginger and hibiscus
grew in profusion; birds with yellow plumage and birds with scarlet
winged from tree to tree. It was an idyllic, peaceful scene which soothed
her nerves and obliterated the last vestige of her anger.

She was glad that she had found this quiet spot and was congratulating
herself, and planning that she would come to it often, when a great tiger
walked out of the underbrush and faced her. The tip of his tail was
twiching nervously, and his snarling muscles had drawn his lips back from
his great yellow fangs.

Patricia Leigh-Burden breathed a silent prayer as she threw her rifle to
her shoulder and fired twice in rapid succession.


XXI

"I certainly do not like the idea of having those men around here all the
time," said Janette; "I am afraid of them, especially Krause."

"I'll look after him," said de Groote. "Let me know if he ever makes any
advances."

"And now look!" exclaimed Janette, pointing along the beach. "Here come
all those Lascars back, too. Those fellows give me the creeps."

As she ceased speaking, the report of two rifle shots came faintly but
distinctly to their ears. "That must be Patricia!" exclaimed the Colonel.
"She must be in trouble."

"She has probably had to shoot that creature," said Penelope hopefully.

The Colonel had run to his hut and gotten his rifle; and when he started
in the direction from which the sound of the shot had come, he was
followed by de Groote, Algy, Crouch, and Bolton.

As the foliage of the jungle closed about Bolton's back, Schmidt turned
to Krause and grinned. "What's funny?" demanded the latter.

"Let's see what we can find in the way of rifles and ammunition," said
Schmidt to the other three men. "This looks like our day."

"What are you men doing?" demanded Penelope Leigh. "Don't you dare go
into those huts."

Janette started to run toward her hut to get her rifle, but Schmidt
overtook her and hurled her aside. "No funny business," he warned.

The four men collected all the remaining firearms in the camp and then,
at pistol points forced the Lascars to load up with such stores as
Schmidt desired.

"Pretty good haul," he said to Krause. "I think we've got about
everything we want now."

"Maybe you have, but I haven't," replied the animal collector; then he
walked over to Janette. "Come along, sweetheart," he said; "we're going
to start all over again right where we left off."

"Not I," said Janette, backing away.

Krause seized one of her arms. "Yes, you; and if you know what's good for
you, you'd better not make any trouble."

The girl tried to pull away, and Krause struck her. "For heaven's sake,
go along with him," cried Penelope Leigh. "Don't make a scene; I hate
scenes. Anyway, you belong with him; you certainly have never belonged in
my camp."

Half-stunned by the blow, Janette was dragged away; and the Colonel's
wife watched them start back along the beach in the direction from which
they had come.

"The Colonel shall hear about your stealing our stores, you scoundrels,"
she called after them.


Xatl Din and his hundred warriors came through the forest spread out in
open order, that they might leave no well-marked trail; and as they came,
they heard two sharp, loud sounds which seemed to come from but a short
distance ahead of them. None of these men had ever heard the report of a
firearm before, and so they had no idea of what it was. They crept
cautiously forward, their eyes and ears constantly alert. Xatl Din was in
the lead, and as he came to a more open place in the forest, he stopped
suddenly, for a strange and unaccustomed sight met his eye. On the ground
lay a huge, striped beast, such as he had never seen before. It was
evidently dead, and above it stood a figure strangely garbed, who held a
long black shiny thing that was neither bow, arrow, nor spear.

Presently Xatl Din realized that the creature was a woman; and, being an
intelligent man, he surmised that the noise he had heard had come from
that strange thing she held, and that with it, she had doubtless killed
the huge beast which lay at her feet. Xatl Din further reasoned that if
she could have killed so large and evidently ferocious an animal, she
could even more easily kill men; and, therefore, he did not come out into
the open, but withdrew and gave whispered instructions to his men.

Now the Mayans slipped silently around through the jungle until they had
encircled Patricia, and then while Xatl Din beat on a tree with his sword
to make a noise that would attract the girl's attention in his direction,
two of his men slipped out of the jungle behind her, and crept
noiselessly toward her.

As Patricia stood looking in the direction from which the sound had come,
listening intently, arms were thrown around her from behind and her rifle
was snatched from her hands; then a hundred strangely garbed warriors,
resplendent in feathered headdresses and embroidered loin-cloths came
running from the jungle to surround her.

Patricia recognized these men immediately, not only from the descriptions
she had had from Itzl Cha and Tarzan, but also because she had read a
great deal concerning the civilization of the ancient Mayans. She was as
familiar with their civilization, their religion, and their culture as
the extensive research of many archaeological expeditions had been able
to bring to light. It seemed to her that she had been suddenly carried
back centuries to a long dead past, to which these little brown men
belonged. She knew what her capture meant to her, for she knew the fate
of Mayan prisoners. Her only hope lay in the possibility that the men of
her party might be able to rescue her, and that hope was strong because
of her faith in Tarzan.

"What are you going to do with me?" she said in the broken Mayan she had
learned from Itzl Cha.

"That is for Cit Coh Xiu to decide," he said. "I shall send you back to
Chichen Itza, back to the palace of the king"; then he instructed four of
his warriors to take the prisoner to Cit Coh Xiu.

As Patricia was led away, Xatl Din and his remaining warriors continued
on in the direction of Camp Saigon. The noble was quite pleased with
himself. Even if he were not successful in bringing Itzl Cha back to
Chichen Itza, he had at least furnished another sacrifice in her stead,
and he would doubtless be praised by both the king and the high priest.


I Colonel Leigh and his companions followed, quite by accident, the same
trail by which Patricia had come. They climbed the ledge which ran around
the shoulder of the mountain; and, although badly winded, kept on almost
at a run. Their advance was noisy and without caution, for their one
thought was to find Patricia as quickly as possible; and when they were
suddenly met by a band of plumed warriors, they were taken wholly by
surprise. With savage war cries, the Mayans charged, hurling stones
from their slings.

"Fire over their heads!" commanded the Colonel.

The terrifying noise momentarily stopped the Mayans, but when Xatl Din
realized that it was only noise and that it had not injured any of his
men, he ordered them to charge again; and once more their hideous war
cries sounded in the ears of the whites.

"Shoot to kill!" snapped the Colonel; "we've got to stop those beggars
before they reach us with their swords."

The rifles barked again, and four warriors fell. The others wavered, but
Xatl Din urged them on.

These things that killed with a loud noise at a distance terrified the
Mayans; and although some of them almost came to grips with the whites,
they finally turned and fled, taking their wounded with them. Following
their strategy, they scattered through the jungle so as to leave no
well-marked trail to their city; and the whites, going in the wrong
direction, became lost, for it is difficult to orient one's self in a
dense jungle; and when they came to a steep declivity down a mountain
side, they thought that they had crossed the mountain and were descending
the opposite slope.

After stumbling about in dense shrubbery for an hour, they came suddenly
to the end of the jungle, only to stand looking at one another in
amazement, for before them lay the beach and their own camp.

"Well, I'll be damned!" ejaculated the Colonel.

As they approached the camp, Tibbett came to meet them, a troubled look
on his face.

"Something wrong, Tibbet?" demanded the Colonel.

"I'll say there's something wrong, sir. I just came back from the Saigon
with a load of planks to find that Schmidt and his outfit have stolen all
the firearms and ammunition that were left in camp, as well as a
considerable part of our stores."

"The scoundrels!" ejaculated the Colonel.

"But that's not the worst of it," continued Tibbet; "they took Miss Laon
away with them."

De Groote went white. "Which way did they go, Tibbet?" he asked.

"Back up the beach," replied the second mate; "probably to their old
camp."

De Groote, heartbroken and furious, started away. "Wait," said the
Colonel; "where are you going?"

"I'm going after them," he said.

"They are all heavily armed," said the Colonel; "you couldn't do anything
alone, and we can't spare men to go with you now--that is, we couldn't
all go and leave Mrs. Leigh alone here again, with the chance that those
painted devils may attack the camp at any time."

"I'm going anyway," said de Groote doggedly.

"I'll go with you," said Tibbet, and then two of the sailors from the
Naiad also volunteered.

"I wish you luck," said the Colonel, "but for heaven's sake be careful.
You'd better sneak up on the camp from the jungle side and snipe them
from the concealment of the underbrush."

"Yes, sir," replied de Groote, as he and the three who had volunteered to
accompany him started up the beach at a dog-trot.


XXII

From a distance, Tarzan heard the firing during the encounter between the
whites and the Mayans, and immediately turned and started back in the
direction from which he thought the sounds came; but because of the
echoes and reverberations caused by the mountains, he failed to locate it
correctly, and went in the wrong direction. Also, he was misled by his
assumption that any fighting there might be, would naturally be around
Camp Saigon or Schmidt's camp.

Knowing that he was nearer Schmidt's camp then Camp Saigon, he decided to
go there first and follow along the beach to Camp Saigon, if the fight
were not at the former place.

As he approached the end of the forest opposite Schmidt's camp, he went
more slowly and carefully, and it was well that he did for as he came in
view of the camp, he saw the men returning and that the four whites were
heavily armed. He saw Janette Laon being dragged along by Krause, and the
Lascars bearing loads. He knew what had happened; but how it had
happened, he could not guess. He naturally assumed that the shooting he
had heard had marked an engagement between these men and those at Camp
Saigon, and the inference was that Schmidt's party had been victorious.
Perhaps all the other whites had been killed, but where was Patricia?
Where was little Itzl Cha? He was not concerned over the fate of Penelope
Leigh.


The Colonel was on the horns of a dilemma. The camp could boast of only
four armed men now, scarcely enough to defend it; and he couldn't go out
to search for Patricia and leave Penelope unguarded, nor could he divide
his little force, for even four men would scarcely be enough to repel
another attack by Schmidt or by the Mayans if they came in force, nor
could four men hope successfully to storm the city of Chichen Itza to
which he was convinced Patricia had been taken. And as the Colonel sought
in vain for a solution of his problem, Patricia Leigh-Burden was led into
the throne room of Cit Coh Xiu, King of Uxmal Island, and the leader of
her escort addressed the king.

"The noble Xatl Din ordered us to bring this prisoner to his King and
Master, as Xatl Din and his warriors continued on to attack the camp of
the strangers. There was a battle, for we heard the strange noises with
which these white men kill, but how the battle went we do not know."

The king nodded. "Xatl Din has done well," he said.

"He has done excellently," said Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest; "this
woman will make a fitting offering to our gods."

Cit Coh Xiu's eyes appraised the white girl and found her beautiful. She
was the first white woman that he had ever seen, and it suddenly occurred
to him that it would be a shame to give her to some god that might not
want her. He didn't dare say so aloud, but he thought that the girl was
far too beautiful for any god; and, as a matter of fact, by the standards
of any race, Patricia Leigh-Burden was beautiful.

"I think," said the king, "that I shall keep her as one of my handmaidens
for a while."

Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest, looked at the king in well-simulated
surprise. As a matter of fact, he was not surprised at all, for he knew
his king, who had already robbed the gods of several pulchritudinous
offerings. "If she is chosen for the gods," he said, "the gods will be
angry with Cit Cob Xiu if he keeps her for himself."

"Perhaps it would be well," said the king, "if you were to see that she
is not chosen--at least immediately. I don't think the gods want her
anyway," he added.

Patricia, listening intently, had been able to understand at least the
gist of this conversation. "A god has already chosen me," she said, "and
he will be angry if you harm me."

Cit Cob Xiu looked at her in surprise. "She speaks the language of the
Maya," he said to the high priest.

"But not very well," commented Chal Yip Xiu.

"The gods speak their own language," said Patricia; "they have little use
for the language of mortals."

"Can it be that she is a goddess?" demanded the king.

"I am the mate of Che, Lord Forest," said Patricia. "He is already very
angry with you for the way you treated him when he came to Chichen Itza.
If you are wise, you will send me back to him. If you don't, he will
certainly destroy you."

The king scratched his head and looked at his high priest questioningly.
"Well," he said, "you should know all about gods, Chal Yip Xiu; was it
indeed Che, Lord Forest, who came to Chichen Itza? Was it a god that you
put in a wooden cage? Was it a god who stole the offering from the
sacrificial altar?"

"It was not," snapped the high priest; "he was only a mortal."

"Nevertheless, we must not act hastily," said the king. "You may keep the
girl temporarily; have her taken to the Temple of the Virgins, and see
that she is well treated;" so Chal Yip Xiu summoned two lesser priests
and told them to conduct the prisoner to The Temple of the Virgins.

Patricia felt that while she had not made much of an impression on the
high priest, she had upon the king, and that at least she had won a
reprieve which might give Tarzan and the others time in which to rescue
her; and as she was lead from the Palace, her mind was sufficiently at
ease to permit her to note the wonders of Chichen Itza.

Before her loomed a mighty pyramid of lava blocks, and up the steep
stairs on one side of this, she was led to an ornately carved temple at
the summit--The Temple of the Virgins. Here she was turned over to the
high priestess who was in charge of the temple, in which were housed some
fifty girls, mostly of noble families; for it was considered an honor to
volunteer for this service. They kept the sacred fires alight and swept
the temple floors. When they wished to, they might resign and marry; and
they were always sought after by warriors and nobles.

Patricia stood in the temple colonnade and looked out over the city of
Chichen Itza. She could see its palaces and temples clustered about the
foot of the pyramid and the thatched huts of the common people beyond the
wall, and beyond these the fields which extended to the edge of the
jungle; and she fancied that she had been carried back many centuries to
ancient Yucatan.


As Tarzan watched through the concealing verdure of the forest, he
realized the futility of attempting to come out in the open and face four
heavily armed men, while he was armed with only a bow. But Tarzan had
ways of his own, and he was quite secure in the belief that he could take
Janette away from these men without unnecessarily risking his own life.

He waited until they had come closer and the Lascars had thrown down
their loads; then he fitted an arrow to his bow, and bending the latter
until the point of the arrow rested against his left thumb, he took
careful aim. The bow string twanged; and, an instant later, Krause
screamed and pitched forward upon his face, an arrow through his heart.

The others looked about in consternation. "What happened" demanded
Oubanovitch; "what's the matter with Krause?"

"He's dead!" said Schmidt. "someone shot him with an arrow."

"The ape man," said Abdullah Abu Nejm; "who else could have done it?"

"Where is he?" demanded Schmidt.

"Here I am," said Tarzan, "and I have plenty more arrows. Come straight
toward my voice, Janette, and into the forest; and if anyone tries to
stop you, he'll get what Krause got."

Janette walked quickly toward the forest, and no hand was raised to
detain her.

"That damn wildman!" ejaculated Schmidt, and then he broke into a volley
of lurid profanity. "I'll get him!" I'll get him!" he screamed, and,
raising his rifle, fired into the forest in the direction from which
Tarzan's voice had come.

Again the bow-string twanged; and Schmidt, clutching at an arrow in his
chest, dropped to his knees and then rolled over on his side, just as
Janette entered the forest, and Tarzan dropped to the ground beside her.

"What happened at the camp?" he asked, and she told him briefly.

"So they let Schmidt and his gang come back," said Tarzan. "I am
surprised at the Colonel."

"It was mostly the fault of that horrid old woman," said Janette.

"Come," said Tarzan, "we'll get back there as quickly as we can," and
swinging Janette to his shoulder, he took to the trees. As he and Janette
approached Camp Saigon, de Groote, Tibbet, and the two sailors came into
sight of Schmidt's camp.

A quick glance around the camp did not reveal Janette, but de Groote saw
two men lying on the ground, and the Lascars huddled to one side,
apparently terrified.

Abdullah was the first to see de Groote and his party, and knowing that
they had come for revenge and would show no quarter, he swung his rifle
to his shoulder and fired. He missed, and de Groote and Tibbet ran
forward, firing, the two sailors, armed only with gaffs, at their heels.

Several shots were exchanged without any casualties, and then de Groote
dropped to one knee and took careful aim, and Tibbet followed his
example. "Take Oubanovitch," said de Groote; "I'll get the Arab."

The two rifles spoke almost simultaneously, and Oubanovitch and Abdullah
Abu Nejm dropped in their tracks.

De Groote and Tibbet ran forward, followed by the sailors, ready to
finish off any of the men who still showed fight; but the Russian, the
Arab, and Krause were dead, and Schmidt was writhing and screaming in
agony, helpless to harm them.

De Groote bent over him. "Where is Miss Laon?" he demanded.

Screaming and cursing, his words almost unintelligible, Schmidt mumbled,
"The wildman, damn him, he took her;" and then he died.

"Thank God!" ejaculated de Groote; "she's safe now."

The four took the arms and ammunition from the bodies of the dead men,
and with the authority which they gave them, forced the Lascars to pick
up their packs and start, back toward Camp Saigon.


XXIII

As Tarzan and Janette stepped from the jungle and approached the camp,
they were greeted by a disheartened and hopeless company, only one of
whom found anything to be thankful for. It was Penelope Leigh. When she
saw them, she said to Algy, "At least Patricia was not with that
creature."

"Oh, come now, Aunt Pen," said Algy impatiently; "I suppose you will say
now that Tarzan and Janette arranged all this so that they could meet in
the jungle."

"I should not have been at all surprised," replied Mrs. Leigh. " A man
who would carry on with an Indian girl might do anything."

Tarzan was disgusted with all that had been happening during his absence,
largely because his orders had been disobeyed, but he only said, "They
should never have been permitted within pistol shot of this camp."

"It was my fault," said Colonel Leigh; "I did it against my better
judgment, because it did seem inhuman to send them back there unarmed,
with a man-eater hanging around their camp."

"It was not the Colonel's fault," said Janette, furiously; "he was nagged
into it. That hateful old woman is most to blame. She insisted; and now,
because of her, Hans may be killed." Even as she ceased speaking, they
heard the distant reports of firearms, coming faintly from the direction
of Schmidt's camp. "There!" cried Janette; then she turned on Mrs. Leigh:
"If anything happens to Hans, his blood is on your head!" she cried.

"What has been done has been done," said Tarzan; "the important thing
now, is to find Patricia. Are you positive that she was captured by the
Maya?"

"We heard two shots," explained the Colonel, "and when we went to
investigate, we were met by fully a hundred Maya warriors. We dispersed
them, but were unable to follow their trail; and although we saw nothing
of Patricia, it seems most probable that she had been captured by them
before we met them."

"And now, William, I hope you are satisfied," said Mrs. Leigh; "it is all
your fault, for coming on that silly expedition in the first place."

"Yes, Penelope," said the Colonel resignedly, "I suppose that it is all
my fault, but telling me that over and over again doesn't help matters
any."

Tarzan took Itzl Cha aside to talk to her away from the interruptions of
the others. "Tell me, Itzl Cha," he said, "what your people would
probably do with Patricia."

"Nothing, two, three days, maybe month," replied the girl; "then they
offer her to a god."

"Look at that creature now," said Penelope Leigh, "taking that little
Indian girl off and whispering to her. I can well imagine what he is
saying."

"Would they put Patricia in the cage where they had me?" Tarzan asked.

"I think in The Temple of the Virgins at the top of the sacred pyramid;
Temple of the Virgins very sacred place and well guarded."

"I can reach it," said Tarzan.

"You are not going there?" demanded Itzl Cha.

"Tonight," said Tarzan.

The girl threw her arms about him. "Please don't go," she begged; "you
cannot save her, and they will kill you."

"Look!" exclaimed Penelope Leigh; "of all the brazen things I've ever
seen in my life! William, you must put a stop to it. I cannot stand it; I
have never before had to associate with loose people," and she cast a
venomous glance at Janette.

Tarzan disengaged the girl's arms. "Come, come, Itzl Cha," he said; "I
shall not be killed."

"Don't go," she pleaded. "Oh, Che, Lord Forest, I love you. Take Me away
into the forest with you. I do not like these people."

"They have been very kind to you," Tarzan reminded her. "I know," said
Itzl Cha sullenly, "but I do not want their kindness; I want only you,
and you must not go to Chichen Itza tonight nor ever."

Tarzan smiled and patted her shoulder. "I go tonight," he said.

"You love her," cried Itzl Cha; "that is the reason you are going. You
are leaving me for her."

"That will be all," said Tarzan firmly; "say no more"; then he left her
and joined the others, and Cha, furious with jealously, went into her hut
and threw herself upon the ground, kicking it with her sandaled feet and
beating it with her little fists. Presently she arose and looked out
through the doorway, just in time to see de Groote and his party
returning, and while the attention of all the others was centered upon
them, little Itzl Cha crept from her hut and ran into the jungle.

Janette ran forward and threw her arms about de Groote, tears of joy
running down her cheeks. "I thought that you had been killed, Hans," she
sobbed; "I thought that you had been killed."

"I am very much alive," he said, "and you have nothing more to fear from
Schmidt and his gang; they are all dead."

"I am glad," said Tarzan; "they were bad men."


Little Itzl Cha ran through the jungle. She was terrified, for it was
growing dark, and there are demons and the spirits of the dead in the
forest at night; but she ran on, spurred by jealousy and hate and desire
for revenge.

She reached Chichen Itza after dark, and the guard at the gate was not
going to admit her until she told him who she was, and that she had
important word for Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest. She was taken to him
then, and she fell on her knees before him.

"Who are you?" he demanded, and then he recognized her. "So you have come
back," he said. "Why?"

"I came to tell you that the man who stole me from the sacrificial altar
is coming tonight to take the white girl from the temple."

"For this you deserve much from the gods," said Chal Yip Xiu, "and again
you shall be honored by being offered to them," and little Itzl Cha was
placed in a wooden cage to await sacrifice.

Tarzan came slowly through the forest on his way to Chichen Itza. He did
not wish to arrive before midnight, when he thought that the city would
have quieted down and most of its inmates would be asleep. A gentle wind
was blowing in his face, and it brought to his nostrils a familiar scent
spoor--Tantor, the elephant, was abroad. He had found an easier trail to
the plateau than the shorter one which Tarzan used, and he had also found
on the plateau a plenteous supply of the tender shoots he loved best.

Tarzan did not call him until he had come quite close, and then he spoke
in a low voice; and Tantor, recognizing his voice, came and verified his
judgment by passing his trunk over the ape man's body.

At a word of command, he lifted Tarzan to his withers, and the Lord of
the Jungle rode to the edge of the forest just outside of the city of
Chichen Itza.

Slipping from Tantor's head, Tarzan crossed the fields to the city wall.
Before he reached it, he broke into a run, and when it loomed before him,
he scaled it much as a cat would have done. The city was quiet and the
streets were deserted; so that Tarzan reached the foot of the pyramid
without encountering anyone.

Just inside the entrance to The Temple of the Virgins, a dozen warriors
hid in the shadows as Tarzan climbed the steps to the summit. Outside the
temple he stopped and listened; then he walked around to the lee side, so
that the breeze that was blowing would carry to his sensitive nostrils
the information that he wished.

He stood there for a moment; and then, satisfied, he crept stealthily
around to the entrance. At the threshold he stopped again and listened;
then he stepped inside, and as he did so a net was thrown over him and
drawn tight, and a dozen warriors fell upon him and so entangled him in
the meshes that he was helpless.

A priest stepped from the temple and raising a trumpet to his lips, blew
three long blasts. As by magic, the city awoke, lights appeared, and
people came streaming towards the temple pyramid.

Tarzan was carried down the long flight of steps, and at the bottom, he
was surrounded by priests in long embroidered cloaks and gorgeous
headdresses. Then they brought Patricia. With trumpets and drums
preceding them, Cit Coh Xiu, the king, and Chat Yip Xiu, the high priest,
headed a procession that wound through the city and out of the east gate.

Tarzan had been placed on a litter that was carried by four priests;
behind him walked Patricia, under guard; and behind her little Itzl Cha
was carried in her wooden cage. A full moon cast its soft light on the
barbaric procession, which was further illuminated by hundreds of torches
carried by the marchers.

The procession wound through the forest to the foot of a mountain, up
which it zig-zagged back and forth until it reached the rim of the crater
of an extinct volcano at the summit. It was almost dawn as the procession
made its way down a narrow trail to the bottom of the crater and stopped
there at the edge of a yawning hole. Priests intoned a chant to the
accompaniment of flutes, drums, and trumpets; and, just at dawn, the bag
was cut away from Tarzan and he was hurled into the chasm,
notwithstanding the pleas of Itzl Cha, who had repented and warned the
priests that the man was really Che, Lord Forest. She had begged them not
to kill him, but Chat Yip Xiu had silenced her and spoken the word that
sent Tarzan to his doom.


XXIV

Patricia Leigh-Burden was not the type of girl easily moved to tears, but
she stood now on the brink of that terrible abyss, her body racked by
sobs; and then as the sun topped the rim and shed its light down into the
crater, she saw Tarzan swimming slowly about in a pond some seventy feet
below her. Instantly her mind leaped to the stories she had read of the
sacred dzonot of ancient Chichen Itza in Yucatan, and hope burned again
in her breast.

"Tarzan," she called, and the man turned over on his back and looked up
at her. "Listen, " she continued. "I know this form of sacrifice well; it
was practiced by the Maya in Central America hundreds and hundreds of
years ago. The victim was thrown into the sacred well at Chichen Itza at
dawn, and if he still lived at noon, he was taken out and raised to
highest rank; he became practically a living god on earth. You must keep
afloat until noon, Tarzan; you must! you must!"

Tarzan smiled up at her and waved. The priests eyed her suspiciously,
though they had no idea what she had said to their victim.

"Do you think that you can, Tarzan?" she said. "You must, because I love
you."

Tarzan did not reply, as he turned over and commenced to swim slowly
around the pool, which was about a hundred feet in diameter with
perpendicular sides of smooth volcanic glass.

The water was chilly but not cold, and Tarzan swam just strongly enough
to keep from becoming chilled.

The people had brought food and drink; and as they watched through the
long dragging hours, they made a fiesta of the occasion.

As the sun climbed toward zenith, Chal Yip Xiu commenced to show signs of
strain and nervousness, for if the victim lived until noon, he might
prove indeed to be Che, Lord Forest, which would be most embarrassing for
the ah kin mai. Every eye that could see it was upon a crude sundial that
stood beside the rim of the dzonot; and when it marked noon, a great
shout arose, for the victim was still alive.

The high priest was furious as the people acclaimed Tarzan as Che, Lord
Forest, and demanded that he be taken from the water. A long rope was
thrown down to him, with a noose in the end of it by means of which he
could be drawn out of the dzonot; but Tarzan ignored the noose and
clambered up the rope, hand over hand. When he stepped out upon the rim,
the people fell to their knees before him and supplicated him for
forgiveness and for favors.

The king and the high priest looked most uncomfortable as Tarzan faced
them. "I came to earth in the form of a mortal," he said, "to see how you
ruled my people of Chichen Itza. I am not pleased. I shall come again
some day to see if you have improved. Now I go, and I take this woman
with me," and he placed a hand upon Patricia's arm. "I command you to
release Itzl Cha, and to see that neither she nor any others are
sacrificed before I return."

He took Patricia by the hand, and together they climbed the steep trail
to the rim of the crater and then down the side of the volcano, the
people following them, in a long procession, singing as they marched. As
they reached the city, Tarzan turned and held up a hand. "Come no
farther," he said to the people, and then to Patricia, "Now I'll give
them something to tell their grandchildren about."

She looked up at him questioningly and smiled. "What are you going to
do?" she asked.

For answer, he voiced a long weird cry, and then, in the language of the
great apes, shouted, "Come, Tantor, come!" and as he and Patricia crossed
the field and approached the forest, a great bull elephant came out of it
to meet them, and a cry of astonishment and fear rose from the people
behind them.

"Won't he gore us or something?" asked Patricia, as they approached the
bull.

"He is my friend," said Tarzan, laying his hand upon the trunk of the
great beast. "Don't be frightened," he said to Patricia; "he is going to
lift you to his withers," and at a word of command, Tantor swung the girl
up and then lifted Tarzan.

As he wheeled to go into the forest, Tarzan and Patricia looked back to
see the people of Chichen Itza all kneeling, their faces pressed against
the ground.

"Their great-great-grandchildren will hear of this," said Patricia.

In Camp Saigon, the discouraged company waited hopelessly for Tarzan's
return. There had been little sleep the previous night for many of them,
and the long hours of the morning had dragged heavily. Tea time came and
Tarzan had not returned; but, as a matter of habit, they had tea served;
and as they sat around the table, sipping it listlessly, the same thought
must have been in the minds of all; they would never see Patricia or
Tarzan again.

"You should never have let that creature go out after Patricia alone,"
said Mrs., Leigh; "he probably found her all right, and there is no
telling what has happened to her by this time."

"Oh, Penelope!" cried the Colonel hopelessly. "Why are you so bitter
against that man? He has done nothing but befriend us."

"Hmph!" exclaimed Penelope, "You are very dense, William; I could see
through him from the first--he is a climber; he wants to get into our
good graces and then he will probably try to marry Patricia for the money
she will inherit."

"Madam," said de Groote very icily, "'that creature,' as you call him, is
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, an English viscount."

"Bosh!" exclaimed Mrs., Leigh.

"It is not bosh," said de Groote; "Krause told me who he was while we
were locked up together in that cage. He got it from the Arab, who has
known the man for years."

Mrs. Leigh's chin dropped, and she seemed to suddenly deflate, but she
rallied quickly. "I rather expected it," she said after a moment. "All
that I ever criticized in him was his predilection for nudity. Why didn't
you ever tell us this before, young man?"

"I don't know why I told you now," replied de Groote; "it is none of my
business; if he had wanted us to know, he would have told us."

"Here he comes now!" exclaimed Janette, "and Patricia is with him!"

"How wonderful!" exclaimed Penelope. "What a fine looking couple my niece
and Lord Greystoke make."

From the withers of the elephant, Patricia could see far out beyond the
reef; and when she and Tarzan slipped to the ground, she ran toward the
group awaiting them, pointing and crying, "Look! A ship! A ship!"

It was a ship far out; and the men hastened to build a fire on the beach,
and when it was burning, to throw on green leaves and kerosene until a
great black smoke rose high into the sky.

De Groote and some of the sailors put out in one of the boats in a
frantic, if potentially futile, effort to further attract the ship's
attention.

"They don't see us," said Janette.

"And there may not be another ship in a hundred years," remarked Dr.
Crouch.

"Jolly long time to wait for anything, what?" said Algy.

"They've changed their course," said Bolton; "they're heading in."

The Colonel had gone to his hut and now he came out with binoculars in
his hand. He took a long look through them; and when he took the glasses
down, there were tears in his eyes; and it was a moment before he could
speak.

"It's the Naiad," he said, "and she is heading inshore."

That night, under a full tropic moon, two couples lounged in comfortable
chairs on the deck of the Naiad. Tarzan laid a hand on one of Patricia's.
"In your nervous excitement today at the Dzonot, you said something,
Patricia, that we must both forget."

"I know what you mean," she replied. "You see, I didn't know then that it
was impossible--but I meant it then, and I shall always mean it."

"Tarzan!" called de Groote from the other side of the yacht. "Janette is
trying to convince me that the Captain can't marry us. She's wrong, isn't
she?"

"I am quite sure that she is wrong," replied the ape man.



THE END





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