There was no question in Tarzan’s mind but that Numa recognized him, for he knew his fellows of the jungle well enough to know that while they oft-times forgot certain sensations more quickly than man there are others which remain in their memories for years. A well-defined scent spoor might never be forgotten by a beast if it had first been sensed under unusual circumstances, and so Tarzan was confident that Numa’s nose had already reminded him of all the circumstances of their brief connection.
Love of the sporting chance is inherent in the Anglo-Saxon race and it was not now Tarzan of the Apes but rather John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, who smilingly welcomed the sporting chance which he must take to discover how far-reaching was Numa’s gratitude.
Smith-Oldwick and the girl saw the two nearing each other. The former swore softly beneath his breath while he nervously fingered the pitiful weapon at his hip. The girl pressed her open palms to her cheeks as she leaned forward in stony-eyed, horror-stricken silence. While she had every confidence in the prowess of the godlike creature who thus dared brazenly to face the king of beasts, she had no false conception of what must certainly happen when they met. She had seen Tarzan battle with Sheeta, the panther, and she had realized then that powerful as the man was, it was only agility, cunning, and chance that placed him upon anywhere near an equal footing with his savage adversary, and that of the three factors upon his side chance was the greatest.
She saw the man and the lion stop simultaneously, not more than a yard apart. She saw the beast’s tail whipping from side to side and she could hear his deep-throated growls rumbling from his cavernous breast, but she could read correctly neither the movement of the lashing tail nor the notes of the growl.
To her they seemed to indicate nothing but bestial rage while to Tarzan of the Apes they were conciliatory and reassuring in the extreme. And then she saw Numa move forward again until his nose touched the man’s naked leg and she closed her eyes and covered them with her palms. For what seemed an eternity she waited for the horrid sound of the conflict which she knew must come, but all she heard was an explosive sigh of relief from Smith-Oldwick and a half-hysterical “By Jove! Just fancy it!”
She looked up to see the great lion rubbing his shaggy head against the man’s hip, and Tarzan’s free hand entangled in the black mane as he scratched Numa, the lion, behind a back-laid ear.
Strange friendships are often formed between the lower animals of different species, but less often between man and the savage felidae, because of the former’s inherent fear of the great cats. And so after all, therefore, the friendship so suddenly developed between the savage lion and the savage man was not inexplicable.
As Tarzan approached the plane Numa walked at his side, and when Tarzan stopped and looked up at the girl and the man Numa stopped also.
“I had about given up hope of finding you,” said the ape-man, “and it is evident that I found you just in time.”
“But how did you know we were in trouble?” asked the English officer.
“I saw your plane fall,” replied Tarzan. “I was watching you from a tree beside the clearing where you took off. I didn’t have much to locate you by other than the general direction, but it seems that you volplaned a considerable distance toward the south after you disappeared from my view behind the hills. I have been looking for you further toward the north. I was just about to turn back when I heard your pistol shot. Is your ship beyond repair?”
“Yes,” replied Smith-Oldwick, “it is hopeless.”
“What are your plans, then? What do you wish to do?” Tarzan directed his question to the girl.
“We want to reach the coast,” she said, “but it seems impossible now.”
“I should have thought so a little while ago,” replied the ape-man, “but if Numa is here there must be water within a reasonable distance. I ran across this lion two days ago in the Wamabo country. I liberated him from one of their pits. To have reached this spot he must have come by some trail unknown to me — at least I crossed no game trail and no spoor of any animal after I came over the hills out of the fertile country. From which direction did he come upon you?”
“It was from the south,” replied the girl. “We thought, too, that there must be water in that direction.”
“Let’s find out then,” said Tarzan.
“But how about the lion?” asked Smith-Oldwick.
“That we will have to discover,” replied the ape-man, “and we can only do so if you will come down from your perch.”
The officer shrugged his shoulders. The girl turned her gaze upon him to note the effect of Tarzan’s proposal. The Englishman grew suddenly very white, but there was a smile upon his lips as without a word he slipped over the edge of the plane and clambered to the ground behind Tarzan.
Bertha Kircher realized that the man was afraid nor did she blame him, and she also realized the remarkable courage that he had shown in thus facing a danger that was very real to him.
Numa standing close to Tarzan’s side raised his head and glared at the young Englishman, growled once, and looked up at the ape-man. Tarzan retained a hold upon the beast’s mane and spoke to him in the language of the great apes. To the girl and Smith-Oldwick the growling gutturals falling from human lips sounded uncanny in the extreme, but whether Numa understood them or not they appeared to have the desired effect upon him, as he ceased growling, and as Tarzan walked to Smith-Oldwick’s side Numa accompanied him, nor did he offer to molest the officer.
“What did you say to him?” asked the girl.
Tarzan smiled. “I told him,” he replied, “that I am Tarzan of the Apes, mighty hunter, killer of beasts, lord of the jungle, and that you are my friends. I have never been sure that all of the other beasts understand the language of the Mangani. I know that Manu, the monkey, speaks nearly the same tongue and I am sure that Tantor, the elephant, understands all that I say to him. We of the jungle are great boasters. In our speech, in our carriage, in every detail of our demeanor we must impress others with our physical power and our ferocity. That is why we growl at our enemies. We are telling them to beware or we shall fall upon them and tear them to pieces. Perhaps Numa does not understand the words that I use but I believe that my tones and my manner carry the impression that I wish them to convey. Now you may come down and be introduced.”
It required all the courage that Bertha Kircher possessed to lower herself to the ground within reach of the talons and fangs of this untamed forest beast, but she did it. Nor did Numa do more than bare his teeth and growl a little as she came close to the ape-man.
“I think you are safe from him as long as I am present,” said the ape-man. “The best thing to do is simply to ignore him. Make no advances, but be sure to give no indication of fear and, if possible always keep me between you and him. He will go away presently I am sure and the chances are that we shall not see him again.”
At Tarzan’s suggestion Smith-Oldwick removed the remaining water and provisions from the plane and, distributing the burden among them, they set off toward the south. Numa did not follow them, but stood by the plane watching until they finally disappeared from view around a bend in the gorge.
Tarzan had picked up Numa’s trail with the intention of following it southward in the belief that it would lead to water. In the sand that floored the bottom of the gorge tracks were plain and easily followed. At first only the fresh tracks of Numa were visible, but later in the day the ape-man discovered the older tracks of other lions and just before dark he stopped suddenly in evident surprise. His two companions looked at him questioningly, and in answer to their implied interrogations he pointed at the ground directly in front of him.
“Look at those,” he exclaimed.
At first neither Smith-Oldwick nor the girl saw anything but a confusion of intermingled prints of padded feet in the sand, but presently the girl discovered what Tarzan had seen, and an exclamation of surprise broke from her lips.
“The imprint of human feet!” she cried.
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Tarzan nodded.
“But there are no toes,” the girl pointed out.
“The feet were shod with a soft sandal,” explained Tarzan.
“Then there must be a native village somewhere in the vicinity,” said Smith-Oldwick.
“Yes,” replied the ape-man, “but not the sort of natives which we would expect to find here in this part of Africa where others all go unshod with the exception of a few of Usanga’s renegade German native troops who wear German army shoes. I don’t know that you can notice it, but it is evident to me that the foot inside the sandal that made these imprints were not the foot of a Negro. If you will examine them carefully you will notice that the impression of the heel and ball of the foot are well marked even through the sole of the sandal. The weight comes more nearly in the center of a Negro’s footprint.”
“Then you think these were made by a white person?”
“It looks that way,” replied Tarzan, and suddenly, to the surprise of both the girl and Smith-Oldwick, he dropped to his hands and knees and sniffed at the tracks — again a beast utilizing the senses and woodcraft of a beast. Over an area of several square yards his keen nostrils sought the identity of the makers of the tracks. At length he rose to his feet.
“It is not the spoor of the Gomangani,” he said, “nor is it exactly like that of white men. There were three who came this way. They were men, but of what race I do not know.”
There was no apparent change in the nature of the gorge except that it had steadily grown deeper as they followed it downward until now the rocky and precipitous sides rose far above them. At different points natural caves, which appeared to have been eroded by the action of water in some forgotten age, pitted the side walls at various heights. Near them was such a cavity at the ground’s level — an arched cavern floored with white sand. Tarzan indicated it with a gesture of his hand.
“We will lair here tonight,” he said, and then with one of his rare, slow smiles: “We will CAMP here tonight.”
Having eaten their meager supper Tarzan bade the girl enter the cavern.
“You will sleep inside,” he said. “The lieutenant and I will lie outside at the entrance.”
Chapter XVI
The Night Attack
As the girl turned to bid them good night, she thought that she saw a shadowy form moving in the darkness beyond them, and almost simultaneously she was sure that she heard the sounds of stealthy movement in the same direction.
“What is that?” she whispered. “There is something out there in the darkness.”
“Yes,” replied Tarzan, “it is a lion. It has been there for some time. Hadn’t you noticed it before?”
“Oh!” cried the girl, breathing a sigh of relief, “is it our lion?”
“No,” said Tarzan, “it is not our lion; it is another lion and he is hunting.”
“He is stalking us?” asked the girl.
“He is,” replied the ape-man. Smith-Oldwick fingered the grip of his pistol.
Tarzan saw the involuntary movement and shook his head.
“Leave that thing where it is, Lieutenant,” he said.
The officer laughed nervously. “I couldn’t help it, you know, old man,” he said; “instinct of self-preservation and all that.”
“It would prove an instinct of self-destruction,” said Tarzan. “There are at least three hunting lions out there watching us. If we had a fire or the moon were up you would see their eyes plainly. Presently they may come after us but the chances are that they will not. If you are very anxious that they should, fire your pistol and hit one of them.”
“What if they do charge?” asked the girl; “there is no means of escape.”
“Why, we should have to fight them,” replied Tarzan.
“What chance would we three have against them?” asked the girl.
The ape-man shrugged his shoulders. “One must die sometime,” he said. “To you doubtless it may seem terrible — such a death; but Tarzan of the Apes has always expected to go out in some such way. Few of us die of old age in the jungle, nor should I care to die thus. Some day Numa will get me, or Sheeta, or a black warrior. These or some of the others. What difference does it make which it is, or whether it comes tonight or next year or in ten years? After it is over it will be all the same.”
The girl shuddered. “Yes,” she said in a dull, hopeless voice, “after it is over it will be all the same.”
Then she went into the cavern and lay down upon the sand. Smith-Oldwick sat in the entrance and leaned against the cliff. Tarzan squatted on the opposite side.
“May I smoke?” questioned the officer of Tarzan. “I have been hoarding a few cigarettes and if it won’t attract those bouncers out there I would like to have one last smoke before I cash in. Will you join me?” and he proffered the ape-man a cigarette.
“No, thanks,” said Tarzan, “but it will be all right if you smoke. No wild animal is particularly fond of the fumes of tobacco so it certainly won’t entice them any closer.”
Smith-Oldwick lighted his cigarette and sat puffing slowly upon it. He had proffered one to the girl but she had refused, and thus they sat in silence for some time, the silence of the night ruffled occasionally by the faint crunching of padded feet upon the soft sands of the gorge’s floor.
It was Smith-Oldwick who broke the silence. “Aren’t they unusually quiet for lions?” he asked.
“No,” replied the ape-man; “the lion that goes roaring around the jungle does not do it to attract prey. They are very quiet when they are stalking their quarry.”
“I wish they would roar,” said the officer. “I wish they would do anything, even charge. Just knowing that they are there and occasionally seeing something like a shadow in the darkness and the faint sounds that come to us from them are getting on my nerves. But I hope,” he said, “that all three don’t charge at once.”
“Three?” said Tarzan. “There are seven of them out there now.”
“Good Lord! exclaimed Smith-Oldwick.
“Couldn’t we build a fire,” asked the girl, “and frighten them away?”
“I don’t know that it would do any good,” said Tarzan, “as I have an idea that these lions are a little different from any that we are familiar with and possibly for the same reason which at first puzzled me a little — I refer to the apparent docility in the presence of a man of the lion who was with us today. A man is out there now with those lions.”
“It is impossible!” exclaimed Smith-Oldwick. “They would tear him to pieces.”
“What makes you think there is a man there?” asked the girl.
Tarzan smiled and shook his head. “I am afraid you would not understand,” he replied. “It is difficult for us to understand anything that is beyond our own powers.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked the officer.
“Well,” said Tarzan, “if you had been born without eyes you could not understand sense impressions that the eyes of others transmit to their brains, and as you have both been born without any sense of smell I am afraid you cannot understand how I can know that there is a man there.”
“You mean that you scent a man?” asked the girl.
Tarzan nodded affirmatively.
“And in the same way you know the number of lions?” asked the man.
“Yes,” said Tarzan. “No two lions look alike, no two have the same scent.”
The young Englishman shook his head. “No,” he said, “I cannot understand.”
“I doubt if the lions or the man are here necessarily for the purpose of harming us,” said Tarzan, “because there has been nothing to prevent their doing so long before had they wished to. I have a theory, but it is utterly preposterous.”
“What is it?” asked the girl.
“I think they are here,” replied Tarzan, “to prevent us from going some place that they do not wish us to go; in other words we are under surveillance, and possibly as long as we don’t go where we are not wanted we shall not be
bothered.”
“But how are we to know where they don’t want us to go?” asked Smith-Oldwick.
“We can’t know,” replied Tarzan, “and the chances are that the very place we are seeking is the place they don’t wish us to trespass on.”
“You mean the water?” asked the girl.
“Yes,” replied Tarzan.
For some time they sat in silence which was broken only by an occasional sound of movement from the outer darkness. It must have been an hour later that the ape-man rose quietly and drew his long blade from its sheath. Smith-Oldwick was dozing against the rocky wall of the cavern entrance, while the girl, exhausted by the excitement and fatigue of the day, had fallen into deep slumber. An instant after Tarzan arose, Smith-Oldwick and the girl were aroused by a volley of thunderous roars and the noise of many padded feet rushing toward them.
Tarzan of the Apes stood directly before the entrance to the cavern, his knife in his hand, awaiting the charge. The ape-man had not expected any such concerted action as he now realized had been taken by those watching them. He had known for some time that other men had joined those who were with the lions earlier in the evening, and when he arose to his feet it was because he knew that the lions and the men were moving cautiously closer to him and his party. He might easily have eluded them, for he had seen that the face of the cliff rising above the mouth of the cavern might be scaled by as good a climber as himself. It might have been wiser had he tried to escape, for he knew that in the face of such odds even he was helpless, but he stood his ground though I doubt if he could have told why.
He owed nothing either of duty or friendship to the girl sleeping in the cavern, nor could he longer be of any protection to her or her companion. Yet something held him there in futile self-sacrifice.
The great Tarmangani had not even the satisfaction of striking a blow in self-defense. A veritable avalanche of savage beasts rolled over him and threw him heavily to the ground. In falling his head struck the rocky surface of the cliff, stunning him.
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