Through the Valley of the Shadow As Tarzan walked down the wild canon beneath the brilliant African moon the call of the jungle was strong upon him.
The solitude and the savage freedom filled his heart with life and buoyancy.Again he was Tarzan of the Apes--every sense alert against the chance of surprise by some jungle enemy--yet treading lightly and with head erect, in proud consciousness of his might.
The nocturnal sounds of the mountains were new to him, yet they fell upon his ears like the soft voice of a half-forgotten love.Many he intuitively sensed--ah, there was one that was familiar indeed; the distant coughing of Sheeta, the leopard; but there was a strange note in the final wail which made him doubt.It was a panther he heard.
Presently a new sound--a soft, stealthy sound--obtruded itself among the others.No human ears other than the ape-man's would have detected it.At first he did not translate it, but finally he realized that it came from the bare feet of a number of human beings.They were behind him, and they were coming toward him quietly.He was being stalked.
In a flash he knew why he had been left in that little valley by Gernois; but there had been a hitch in the arrangements--the men had come too late.Closer and closer came the footsteps.Tarzan halted and faced them, his rifle ready in his hand.Now he caught a fleeting glimpse of a white burnoose.
He called aloud in French, asking what they would of him.
His reply was the flash of a long gun, and with the sound of the shot Tarzan of the Apes plunged forward upon his face.
The Arabs did not rush out immediately; instead, they waited to be sure that their victim did not rise.Then they came rapidly from their concealment, and bent over him.
It was soon apparent that he was not dead.One of the men put the muzzle of his gun to the back of Tarzan's head to finish him, but another waved him aside."If we bring him alive the reward is to be greater," explained the latter.
So they bound his hands and feet, and, picking him up, placed him on the shoulders of four of their number.
Then the march was resumed toward the desert.When they had come out of the mountains they turned toward the south, and about daylight came to the spot where their horses stood in care of two of their number.
From here on their progress was more rapid.Tarzan, who had regained consciousness, was tied to a spare horse, which they evidently had brought for the purpose.His wound was but a slight scratch, which had furrowed the flesh across his temple.
It had stopped bleeding, but the dried and clotted blood smeared his face and clothing.He had said no word since he had fallen into the hands of these Arabs, nor had they addressed him other than to issue a few brief commands to him when the horses had been reached.
For six hours they rode rapidly across the burning desert, avoiding the oases near which their way led.About noon they came to a DOUAR of about twenty tents.Here they halted, and as one of the Arabs was releasing the alfa-grass ropes which bound him to his mount they were surrounded by a mob of men, women, and children.Many of the tribe, and more especially the women, appeared to take delight in heaping insults upon the prisoner, and some had even gone so far as to throw stones at him and strike him with sticks, when an old sheik appeared and drove them away.
"Ali-ben-Ahmed tells me," he said, "that this man sat alone in the mountains and slew EL ADREA.What the business of the stranger who sent us after him may be, I know not, and what he may do with this man when we turn him over to him, Icare not; but the prisoner is a brave man, and while he is in our hands he shall be treated with the respect that be due one who hunts THE LORD WITH THE LARGE HEAD alone and by night--and slays him."Tarzan had heard of the respect in which Arabs held a lion-killer, and he was not sorry that chance had played into his hands thus favorably to relieve him of the petty tortures of the tribe.Shortly after this he was taken to a goat-skin tent upon the upper side of the DOUAR.There he was fed, and then, securely bound, was left lying on a piece of native carpet, alone in the tent.
He could see a guard sitting before the door of his frail prison, but when he attempted to force the stout bonds that held him he realized that any extra precaution on the part of his captors was quite unnecessary; not even his giant muscles could part those numerous strands.
Just before dusk several men approached the tent where he lay, and entered it.All were in Arab dress, but presently one of the number advanced to Tarzan's side, and as he let the folds of cloth that had hidden the lower half of his face fall away the ape-man saw the malevolent features of Nikolas Rokoff.There was a nasty smile on the bearded lips.
"Ah, Monsieur Tarzan," he said, "this is indeed a pleasure.
But why do you not rise and greet your guest?" Then, with an ugly oath, "Get up, you dog!" and, drawing back his booted foot, he kicked Tarzan heavily in the side."And here is another, and another, and another," he continued, as he kicked Tarzan about the face and side."One for each of the injuries you have done me."The ape-man made no reply--he did not even deign to look upon the Russian again after the first glance of recognition.
Finally the sheik, who had been standing a mute and frowning witness of the cowardly attack, intervened.
"Stop!" he commanded."Kill him if you will, but I will see no brave man subjected to such indignities in my presence.
I have half a mind to turn him loose, that I may see how long you would kick him then."This threat put a sudden end to Rokoff's brutality, for he had no craving to see Tarzan loosed from his bonds while he was within reach of those powerful hands.