With the quickness of a cat the maniac made an attempt to fasten his teeth in Tarzan’s jugular, but a quick movement of the latter resulted in his finding a hold only upon the Tarmangani’s shoulder. Here he clung while his fingers sought Tarzan’s throat, and it was then that the ape-man, realizing the possibility of defeat, called to Smith-Oldwick to take the girl and seek to escape.
The Englishman looked questioningly at Bertha Kircher, who had now risen from the couch, shaking and trembling. She saw the question in his eyes and with an effort she drew herself to her full height. “No,” she cried, “if he dies here I shall die with him. Go if you wish to. You can do nothing here, but I — I cannot go.”
Tarzan had now regained his feet, but the maniac still clung to him tenaciously. The girl turned suddenly to Smith-Oldwick. “Your pistol!” she cried. “Why don’t you shoot him?”
The man drew the weapon from his pocket and approached the two antagonists, but by this time they were moving so rapidly that there was no opportunity for shooting one without the danger of hitting the other. At the same time Bertha Kircher circled about them with the prince’s saber, but neither could she find an opening. Again and again the two men fell to the floor, until presently Tarzan found a hold upon the other’s throat, against which contingency Metak had been constantly battling, and slowly, as the giant fingers closed, the other’s mad eyes protruded from his livid face, his jaws gaped and released their hold upon Tarzan’s shoulder, and then in a sudden excess of disgust and rage the ape-man lifted the body of the prince high above his head and with all the strength of his great arms hurled it across the room and through the window where it fell with a sickening thud into the pit of lions beneath.
As Tarzan turned again toward his companions, the girl was standing with the saber still in her hand and an expression upon her face that he never had seen there before. Her eyes were wide and misty with unshed tears, while her sensitive lips trembled as though she were upon the point of giving way to some pent emotion which her rapidly rising and falling bosom plainly indicated she was fighting to control.
“If we are going to get out of here,” said the ape-man, “we can’t lose any time. We are together at last and nothing can be gained by delay. The question now is the safest way. The couple who escaped us evidently departed through the passageway to the roof and secured the trap against us so that we are cut off in that direction. What chance have we below? You came that way,” and he turned toward the girl.
“At the foot of the stairs,” she said, “is a room full of armed men. I doubt if we could pass that way.”
It was then that Otobu raised himself to a sitting posture. “So you are not dead after all,” exclaimed the ape-man. “Come, how badly are you hurt?”
The Negro rose gingerly to his feet, moved his arms and legs and felt of his head.
“Otobu does not seem to be hurt at all, Bwana,” he replied, “only for a great ache in his head.”
“Good,” said the ape-man. “You want to return to the Wamabo country?”
“Yes, Bwana.”
“Then lead us from the city by the safest way.”
“There is no safe way,” replied the black, “and even if we reach the gates we shall have to fight. I can lead you from this building to a side street with little danger of meeting anyone on the way. Beyond that we must take our chance of discovery. You are all dressed as are the people of this wicked city so perhaps we may pass unnoticed, but at the gate it will be a different matter, for none is permitted to leave the city at night.”
“Very well,” replied the ape-man, “let us be on our way.”
Otobu led them through the broken door of the outer room, and part way down the corridor he turned into another apartment at the right. This they crossed to a passageway beyond, and, finally, traversing several rooms and corridors, he led them down a flight of steps to a door which opened directly upon a side street in rear of the palace.
Two men, a woman, and a black slave were not so extraordinary a sight upon the streets of the city as to arouse comment. When passing beneath the flares the three Europeans were careful to choose a moment when no chance pedestrian might happen to get a view of their features, but in the shadow of the arcades there seemed little danger of detection. They had covered a good portion of the distance to the gate without mishap when there came to their ears from the central portion of the city sounds of a great commotion.
“What does that mean?” Tarzan asked of Otobu, who was now trembling violently.
“Master,” he replied, “they have discovered that which has happened in the palace of Veza, mayor of the city. His son and the girl escaped and summoned soldiers who have now doubtless discovered the body of Veza.”
“I wonder,” said Tarzan, “if they have discovered the party I threw through the window.”
Bertha Kircher, who understood enough of the dialect to follow their conversation, asked Tarzan if he knew that the man he had thrown from the window was the king’s son. The ape-man laughed. “No,” he said, “I did not. That rather complicates matters — at least if they have found him.”
Suddenly there broke above the turmoil behind them the clear strains of a bugle. Otobu increased his pace. “Hurry, Master,” he cried, “it is worse than I had thought.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tarzan.
“For some reason the king’s guard and the king’s lions are being called out. I fear, O Bwana, that we cannot escape them. But why they should be called out for us I do not know.”
But if Otobu did not know, Tarzan at least guessed that they had found the body of the king’s son. Once again the notes of the bugle rose high and clear upon the night air. “Calling more lions?” asked Tarzan.
“No, Master,” replied Otobu. “It is the parrots they are calling.”
They moved on rapidly in silence for a few minutes when their attention was attracted by the flapping of the wings of a bird above them. They looked up to discover a parrot circling about over their heads.
“Here are the parrots, Otobu,” said Tarzan with a grin. “Do they expect to kill us with parrots?”
The Negro moaned as the bird darted suddenly ahead of them toward the city wall. “Now indeed are we lost, Master,” cried the black. “The bird that found us has flown to the gate to warn the guard.”
“Come, Otobu, what are you talking about?” exclaimed Tarzan irritably. “Have you lived among these lunatics so long that you are yourself mad?”
“No, Master,” replied Otobu. “I am not mad. You do not know them. These terrible birds are like human beings without hearts or souls. They speak the language of the people of this city of Xuja. They are demons, Master, and when in sufficient numbers they might even attack and kill us.”
“How far are we from the gate?” asked Tarzan.
“We are not very far,” replied the Negro. “Beyond this next turn we will see it a few paces ahead of us. But the bird has reached it before us and by now they are summoning the guard,” the truth of which statement was almost immediately indicated by sounds of many voices raised evidently in commands just ahead of them, while from behind came increased evidence of approaching pursuit — loud screams and the roars of lions.
A few steps ahead a narrow alley opened from the east into the thoroughfare they were following and as they approached it there emerged from its dark shadows the figure of a mighty lion. Otobu halted in his tracks and shrank back against Tarzan. “Look, Master,” he whimpered, “a great black lion of the forest!”
Tarzan drew the saber which still hung at his side. “We cannot go back,” he said. “Lions, parrots, or men, it must be all the same,” and he moved steadily forward in the direction of the gate. What wind was stirring in the city street moved from Tarzan toward the lion and when the ape-man had approached to within a few yards of the beast, who had stood silently eyeing them up to this time, instead of the expected roar, a whine broke from the beast’s throat. The ape-man was conscious of a very decided feeli
ng of relief. “It’s Numa of the pit,” he called back to his companions, and to Otobu, “Do not fear, this lion will not harm us.”
Numa moved forward to the ape-man’s side and then turning, paced beside him along the narrow street. At the next turn they came in sight of the gate, where, beneath several flares, they saw a group of at least twenty warriors prepared to seize them, while from the opposite direction the roars of the pursuing lions sounded close upon them, mingling with the screams of numerous parrots which now circled about their heads. Tarzan halted and turned to the young aviator. “How many rounds of ammunition have you left?” he asked.
“I have seven in the pistol,” replied Smith-Oldwick, “and perhaps a dozen more cartridges in my blouse pocket.”
“I’m going to rush them,” said Tarzan. “Otobu, you stay at the side of the woman. Oldwick, you and I will go ahead, you upon my left. I think we need not try to tell Numa what to do,” for even then the great lion was baring his fangs and growling ferociously at the guardsmen, who appeared uneasy in the face of this creature which, above all others, they feared.
“As we advance, Oldwick,” said the ape-man, “fire one shot. It may frighten them, and after that fire only when necessary. All ready? Let’s go!” and he moved forward toward the gate. At the same time, Smith-Oldwick discharged his weapon and a yellow-coated warrior screamed and crumpled forward upon his face. For a minute the others showed symptoms of panic but one, who seemed to be an officer, rallied them. “Now,” said Tarzan, “all together!” and he started at a run for the gate. Simultaneously the lion, evidently scenting the purpose of the Tarmangani, broke into a full charge toward the guard.
Shaken by the report of the unfamiliar weapon, the ranks of the guardsmen broke before the furious assault of the great beast. The officer screamed forth a volley of commands in a mad fury of uncontrolled rage but the guardsmen, obeying the first law of nature as well as actuated by their inherent fear of the black denizen of the forest scattered to right and left to elude the monster. With ferocious growls Numa wheeled to the right, and with raking talons struck right and left among a little handful of terrified guardsmen who were endeavoring to elude him, and then Tarzan and Smith-Oldwick closed with the others.
For a moment their most formidable antagonist was the officer in command. He wielded his curved saber as only an adept might as he faced Tarzan, to whom the similar weapon in his own hand was most unfamiliar. Smith-Oldwick could not fire for fear of hitting the ape-man when suddenly to his dismay he saw Tarzan’s weapon fly from his grasp as the Xujan warrior neatly disarmed his opponent. With a scream the fellow raised his saber for the final cut that would terminate the earthly career of Tarzan of the Apes when, to the astonishment of both the ape-man and Smith-Oldwick, the fellow stiffened rigidly, his weapon dropped from the nerveless fingers of his upraised hand, his mad eyes rolled upward and foam flecked his bared lip. Gasping as though in the throes of strangulation the fellow pitched forward at Tarzan’s feet.
Tarzan stooped and picked up the dead man’s weapon, a smile upon his face as he turned and glanced toward the young Englishman.
“The fellow is an epileptic,” said Smith-Oldwick. “I suppose many of them are. Their nervous condition is not without its good points — a normal man would have gotten you.”
The other guardsmen seemed utterly demoralized at the loss of their leader. They were huddled upon the opposite side of the street at the left of the gate, screaming at the tops of their voices and looking in the direction from which sounds of reinforcements were coming, as though urging on the men and lions that were already too close for the comfort of the fugitives. Six guardsmen still stood with their backs against the gate, their weapons flashing in the light of the flares and their parchment-like faces distorted in horrid grimaces of rage and terror.
Numa had pursued two fleeing warriors down the street which paralleled the wall for a short distance at this point. The ape-man turned to Smith-Oldwick. “You will have to use your pistol now,” he said, “and we must get by these fellows at once;” and as the young Englishman fired, Tarzan rushed in to close quarters as though he had not already discovered that with the saber he was no match for these trained swordsmen. Two men fell to Smith-Oldwick’s first two shots and then he missed, while the four remaining divided, two leaping for the aviator and two for Tarzan.
The ape-man rushed in in an effort to close with one of his antagonists where the other’s saber would be comparatively useless. Smith-Oldwick dropped one of his assailants with a bullet through the chest and pulled his trigger on the second, only to have the hammer fall futilely upon an empty chamber. The cartridges in his weapon were exhausted and the warrior with his razor-edged, gleaming saber was upon him.
Tarzan raised his own weapon but once and that to divert a vicious cut for his head. Then he was upon one of his assailants and before the fellow could regain his equilibrium and leap back after delivering his cut, the ape-man had seized him by the neck and crotch. Tarzan’s other antagonist was edging around to one side where he might use his weapon, and as he raised the blade to strike at the back of the Tarmangani’s neck, the latter swung the body of his comrade upward so that it received the full force of the blow. The blade sank deep into the body of the warrior, eliciting a single frightful scream, and then Tarzan hurled the dying man in the face of his final adversary.
Smith-Oldwick, hard pressed and now utterly defenseless, had given up all hope in the instant that he realized his weapon was empty, when, from his left, a living bolt of black-maned ferocity shot past him to the breast of his opponent. Down went the Xujan, his face bitten away by one snap of the powerful jaws of Numa of the pit.
In the few seconds that had been required for the consummation of these rapidly ensuing events, Otobu had dragged Bertha Kircher to the gate which he had unbarred and thrown open, and with the vanquishing of the last of the active guardsmen, the party passed out of the maniac city of Xuja into the outer darkness beyond. At the same moment a half dozen lions rounded the last turn in the road leading back toward the plaza, and at sight of them Numa of the pit wheeled and charged. For a moment the lions of the city stood their ground, but only for a moment, and then before the black beast was upon them, they turned and fled, while Tarzan and his party moved rapidly toward the blackness of the forest beyond the garden.
“Will they follow us out of the city?” Tarzan asked Otobu.
“Not at night,” replied the black. “I have been a slave here for five years but never have I known these people to leave the city by night. If they go beyond the forest in the daytime they usually wait until the dawn of another day before they return, as they fear to pass through the country of the black lions after dark. No, I think, Master, that they will not follow us tonight, but tomorrow they will come, and, O Bwana, then will they surely get us, or those that are left of us, for at least one among us must be the toll of the black lions as we pass through their forest.”
As they crossed the garden, Smith-Oldwick refilled the magazine of his pistol and inserted a cartridge in the chamber. The girl moved silently at Tarzan’s left, between him and the aviator. Suddenly the ape-man stopped and turned toward the city, his mighty frame, clothed in the yellow tunic of Herog’s soldiery, plainly visible to the others beneath the light of the stars. They saw him raise his head and they heard break from his lips the plaintive note of a lion calling to his fellows. Smith-Oldwick felt a distinct shudder pass through his frame, while Otobu, rolling the whites of his eyes in terrified surprise, sank tremblingly to his knees. But the girl thrilled and she felt her heart beat in a strange exultation, and then she drew nearer to the beast-man until her shoulder touched his arm. The act was involuntary and for a moment she scarce realized what she had done, and then she stepped silently back, thankful that the light of the stars was not sufficient to reveal to the eyes of her companions the flush which she felt mantling her cheek. Yet she was not ashamed of the impulse that had prompted her, but rather of the act itself which
she knew, had Tarzan noticed it, would have been repulsive to him.
From the open gate of the city of maniacs came the answering cry of a lion. The little group waited where they stood until presently they saw the majestic proportions of the black lion as he approached them along the trail. When he had rejoined them Tarzan fastened the fingers of one hand in the black mane and started on once more toward the forest. Behind them, from the city, rose a bedlam of horrid sounds, the roaring of lions mingling with the raucous voices of the screaming parrots and the mad shrieks of the maniacs. As they entered the Stygian darkness of the forest the girl once again involuntarily shrank closer to the ape-man, and this time Tarzan was aware of the contact.
Himself without fear, he yet instinctively appreciated how terrified the girl must be. Actuated by a sudden kindly impulse he found her hand and took it in his own and thus they continued upon their way, groping through the blackness of the trail. Twice they were approached by forest lions, but upon both occasions the deep growls of Numa of the pit drove off their assailants. Several times they were compelled to rest, for Smith-Oldwick was constantly upon the verge of exhaustion, and toward morning Tarzan was forced to carry him on the steep ascent from the bed of the valley.
Chapter XXIV
The Tommies
Daylight overtook them after they had entered the gorge, but, tired as they all were with the exception of Tarzan, they realized that they must keep on at all costs until they found a spot where they might ascend the precipitous side of the gorge to the floor of the plateau above. Tarzan and Otobu were both equally confident that the Xujans would not follow them beyond the gorge, but though they scanned every inch of the frowning cliffs upon either hand noon came and there was still no indication of any avenue of escape to right or left. There were places where the ape-man alone might have negotiated the ascent but none where the others could hope successfully to reach the plateau, nor where Tarzan, powerful and agile as he was, could have ventured safely to carry them aloft.
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