HAWKES and her four confederates, pursued by Luvini and his two hundred , stumbled through the darkness of the jungle night. They had no objective, for, guided as they had been by the blacks, they knew not where they were and were completely lost. The sole idea dominating the mind of each was to put as much distance between themselves and the camp of the ivory raiders as possible, for no matter what the outcome of the battle there might have been, their fate would be the same should the party capture them. They had stumbled on for perhaps half an hour when, during a rest, they heard plainly behind them the sound of pursuit, and again they on in their aimless flight of terror.
Presently, to their surprise, they discerned the glow of a light ahead. What could it be? Had they made a complete circle, and was this again the camp they had been fleeing? They pushed on to reconnoiter, until at last they saw before them the outlines of a camp surrounded by a thorn boma, in the center of which was burning a small camp-fire. About the fire were half-a-hundred black warriors, and as the crept closer they saw among the blacks a figure out clearly in the light of the camp-fire—a white woman—and behind them rose louder and louder the sound of pursuit.
From the gestures and gesticulations of the blacks around the camp-fire it was evident that they were discussing the sounds of the battle they had recently heard in the direction of the raiders’ camp, for they often in that direction, and now the woman raised her hand for silence and they all listened, and it was evident that they, too, heard the coming of the warriors who were pursuing Flora Hawkes and her confederates.
“There is a white woman there,” said Flora to the others. “We do not know who she is, but she is our only hope, for those who are pursuing us will overtake us quickly. Perhaps this woman will protect us. Come, I am going to find out;” and without waiting for an answer she walked boldly toward the boma.
They had come but a short distance when the keen eyes of the Waziri discovered them, and instantly the boma wall was ringed with spears.
“Stop!” cried one of the warriors. “We are the Waziri of Tarzan. Who are you?”
“I am an Englishwoman,” called Flora in reply. “I and my companions are lost in the jungle. We have been betrayed by our safari—our head-man is pursuing us now with warriors. There are but five of us and we ask your protection.”
“Let them come,” said Jane to the Waziri.
As Flora Hawkes and the four men entered the boma beneath the of Jane Clayton and the Waziri, another pair of eyes watched from the of the great tree that overhung the camp upon the opposite side—gray eyes to which a strange light came as they recognized the girl and her companions.
As the newcomers approached Lady Greystoke the latter gave an of surprise. “Flora!” she exclaimed, in . “Flora Hawkes, what in the world are you doing here?”
The girl, startled too, came to a full stop. “Lady Greystoke!” she ejaculated.
“I do not understand,” continued Lady Greystoke. “I did not know that you were in Africa.”
For a moment the Flora was overcome by , but presently her native wit came to her assistance. “I am here with Mr. Bluber and his friends,” she said, “who came to make scientific researches, and brought me along because I had been to Africa with you and Lord Greystoke, and knew something of the manners and customs of the country, and now our boys have turned against us and unless you can help us we are lost.”
“Are they west coast boys?” asked Jane.
“Yes,” replied Flora.
“I think my Waziri can handle them. How many of them are there?”
“About two hundred,” said Kraski.
Lady Greystoke shook her head. “The are pretty heavy,” she commented, and then she called to Usula, who was in charge. “There are two hundred west coast boys coming after these people,” she said; “we shall have to fight to defend them.”
“We are Waziri,” replied Usula, simply, and a moment later the van of Luvini’s forces broke into view at the outer of the camp-fire’s reach.
At sight of the warriors ready to receive them the west coast boys halted. Luvini, taking in the inferior numbers of the enemy at a glance, stepped forward a few paces ahead of his men and commenced to shout and insults, demanding the return of the whites to him. He accompanied his words with fantastic and steps, at the same time waving his rifle and shaking his fist. Presently his took up the refrain until the whole band of two hundred was and yelling and threatening, the while they leaped up and down as they worked themselves into a of excitement that would impart to them the courage necessary for the of a charge.
The Waziri, behind the boma wall, schooled and disciplined by Tarzan of the Apes, had long since discarded the fantastic to battle so dear to the hearts of other warlike tribes and, instead, stood and grim awaiting the coming of the .
“They have a number of rifles,” commented Lady Greystoke; “that looks rather bad for us.”
“There are not over half-a-dozen who can hit anything with their rifles,” said Kraski.
“You men are all armed. Take your places among my Waziri. Warn your men to go away and leave us alone. Do not fire until they attack, but at the first act, commence firing, and keep it up—there is nothing that so discourages a west coast black as the rifle fire of white men. Flora and I will remain at the back of the camp, near that large tree.” She , as one who is accustomed to command and knows whereof she speaks. The men obeyed her; even Bluber, though he trembled pitiably as he moved forward to take his place in the front ranks among the Waziri.
Their movements, in the light of the camp-fire, were all plainly discernible to Luvini, and also to that other who watched from the foliage of the tree beneath which Jane Clayton and Flora Hawkes took refuge. Luvini had not come to fight. He had come to capture Flora Hawkes. He turned to his men. “There are only fifty of them,” he said. “We can kill them easily, but we did not come to make war. We came to get the white girl back again. Stay here and make a great show against those sons of jackals. Keep them always looking at you. Advance a little and then fall back again, and while you are thus keeping their attention attracted in this direction I will take fifty men and go to the rear of their camp and get the white girl, and when I have her I will send word to you and immediately you can return to the village, where, behind the palisade, we shall be safe against attack.”
Now this plan well suited the west coast blacks, who had no stomach for the battle so , and so they danced and yelled and menaced more than before, for they felt they were doing it all with perfect , since presently they should retire, after a bloodless victory, to the safety of their palisade.
As Luvini, making a , crept through the of the jungles to the rear of the camp while the of the west coast blacks arose to almost proportions, there dropped suddenly to the ground before the two white women from the tree above them, the figure of a white giant, naked except for loin cloth and skin—his godlike contour picked out by the light of the beast fire.
“John!” exclaimed Lady Greystoke. “Thank God it is you.”
“S-s-sh!” cautioned the white giant, placing a to his lips, and then suddenly he wheeled upon Flora Hawkes. “It is you I want,” he cried, and seizing the girl he threw her lightly across his shoulders, and before Lady Greystoke could interfere—before she half-realized what had occurred—he had lightly leaped the protecting boma in the rear of the camp and disappeared into the jungle beyond.
For a moment Jane Clayton stood reeling as one by an unexpected blow, and then, with a moan, she sank to the ground, her face buried in her arms.
It was thus that Luvini and his warriors found her as they crept stealthily over the boma and into the camp in the rear of the upon the opposite side of the beast fire. They had come for a white woman and they had found one, and roughly dragging her to her feet, her cries with rough and palms, they bore her out into the jungle toward the palisaded village of the ivory raiders.
Ten minutes later the white men and the Waziri saw the west coast blacks retire slowly into the jungle, still yelling and threatening, as though on the total annihilation of their enemies—the battle was over without a shot fired or a spear .
“Blime,” said Throck, “what was all the bloomin’ fuss about anyhow?”
“Hi thought they was goin’ to heat hus hup, an’ the blighters never done nothin’ but yell, an’ ’ere we are, ’n that’s that.”
The Jew out his chest. “It takes more as a bunch of niggers to Adolph Bluber,” he said .
Kraski looked after the departing blacks, and then, scratching his head, turned back toward the camp-fire. “I can’t understand it,” he said, and then, suddenly, “Where are Flora and Lady Greystoke?”
It was then that they discovered that the two women were missing.
The Waziri were . They called the name of their mistress aloud, but there was no reply. “Come!” cried Usula, “we, the Waziri, shall fight, after all,” and running to the boma he leaped it, and, followed by his fifty blacks, set out in pursuit of the west coast boys.
It was but a moment or two before they overtook them, and that which ensued resembled more a than a battle. Fleeing in terror toward their palisade with the Waziri at their heels the west coast blacks threw away their rifles that they might run the faster, but Luvini and his party had had sufficient start so that they were able to reach the village and gain ............