Brown looked up in the direction that she indicated. Blazing against the dark background of the forest were two yellow-green points of flame.
Annette moved quickly toward him and pressed against his side. "What is it?" she whispered in a frightened voice.
"Don't be scared, honey; it's only looking at us. That won't hurt us none."
"What is it?" she demanded.
"I've seen cow's eyes shine like that in the dark," he said; "it might be a cow."
"But you know it's not a cow. There are no cows in the jungle. You just say that so that I will not be frightened."
"Well, now that you mention it, maybe there ain't no cows in the jungle; but whatever it is, I'm going to frighten it away." He stooped over and gathered a stick from the fire; one end of it was blazing. Then he stood up and hurled it at the burning eyes.
There was a shower of sparks, an angry growl, and the eyes disappeared.
"That fixed him," he said. "See how easy it was?"
"Oh, you are so very brave, Neal."
He sat down beside her; and this time, he boldly put an arm about her.
She sighed and snuggled closer to him. "A nice girl should not do this," she said, "but it make me feel so safe."
"You never was less safe in your life, girlie," said Brown.
"You think the eyes will come back?" she asked, with a shudder.
"I was not thinking about eyes, girlie."
"Oh."
It was long after three o'clock before Brown thought to awaken Sborov. When the prince came into the firelight, he was nervous and ill at ease.
"Did you see or hear anything during the night?" he asked.
"Something came up and looked at us," said Brown; "but I threw some fire at it, and it beat it."
"Everything all right in camp?" he asked.
"Sure," said Brown, "everything's O.K."
"I slept so soundly that anything might have happened," said the prince. "I never knew a thing from the time I lay down until you awakened me."
"Well, I guess I'll go tear off a few yards myself," said the pilot, "and you better go back in and try to get some sleep, girlie."
They walked together the few paces to the shelter. She shuddered a little. "I hate to go back in there," she said. "I do not understand why, but I just dread it."
"Don't be silly," he said. "There ain't nothing going to hurt you. That dream got your nanny."
"I do not know what is my nanny," she replied, "and I am not so certain it was a dream."
"Well, you run along like a good girl; and I'll sleep with one eye open. If you hear anything, call me."
It was daylight when Brown was awakened by a piercing scream from the adjoining shelter.
"My word!" exclaimed Tibbs. "What was that?" But Brown was already on his feet and running to the women's quarters. He saw Sborov standing by the fire, ashen-grey in the morning light. His lower jaw drooped loosely; his eyes were staring, fixed upon the hut in which the women slept.
Brown collided with Annette, who was running from the hut as he started to enter.
"Oh, Neal," she cried, "it was no dream. Something horrible happened in there last night."
He brushed past her and went into the hut. Jane was standing in horrified silence, gazing down at the Princess Sborov.
"God!" exclaimed Brown. Kitty Sborov was dead, her skull split wide.
"How horrible," breathed Jane. "Who could have done this thing?"
Tibbs joined them. He remained silent and unmoved in the face of this gruesome discovery, always the perfect servant.
"Where is the prince?" asked Jane.
"He was on guard," said Brown. "He was standing there by the fire when I came in."
"Somebody will have to tell him," she said.
"I reckon it won't be no news to him," said Brown.
Jane looked up at him quickly. "Oh, he couldn't!" she cried.
"Well, who could, then?" demanded the pilot.
"If you wish, Milady," suggested Tibbs, "I will inform his 'ighness."
"Very well, Tibbs."
The man stepped out into the open. The prince was still standing gazing at the hut; but when he saw Tibbs coming toward him, he gathered himself together.
"What's the matter in there?" he asked. "What was Annette screaming about?"
"Something has happened to her 'ighness—she's—she's dead."
"What?—Who?—It can't be possible. She was quite all right when she went to bed last night."
"She has been murdered, your 'ighness," said Tibbs, "oh, so 'orribly!"
"Murdered!" He still stood where he was, making no move to approach the hut. He watched Jane and Brown emerge and come toward him.
"It is horrible, Alexis," said Jane. "I can't imagine who could have done it, nor why."
"I know who did it," he said, excitedly. "I know who did it and I know why."
"What do you mean?" demanded Jane.
Alexis pointed a trembling finger at Brown. "Last night I heard that man tell Tibbs to kill her. One of them must have done it, and I don't believe that it was Tibbs."
"Prince Sborov, I don't believe that it was either one of them," said Jane.
"Ask Tibbs if he didn't tell him to kill her," cried Sborov.
Jane looked questioningly at Tibbs.
"Well, Milady, Mr. Brown did suggest that I 'bump her off'; but it was only by way of being a joke, Milady."
"How was she killed?" asked the prince.
Jane looked puzzled. "Why—why, it must have been with the hatchet. Where is the hatchet?"
"Find the hatchet, and you'll have the murderer," said Sborov.
"But suppose he threw it away?" asked Jane.
"He couldn't have thrown it away. I've been on guard here since three o'clock, and nobody entered your part of the shelter after Annette went in after I came on guard. Whoever did it, probably hid it."
"It happened before you went on guard," said Annette. "It happened before Mr. Brown went on guard. It was that that awakened me; I know it now; and when I thought she was moaning in her sleep and snoring, she was really dying —it was the death rattle. Oh, how horrible!"
"Just when was that, Annette?" asked Jane.
"It was while Tibbs was on guard and about half an hour before Mr. Brown went on. I couldn't get back to sleep, and I went out and joined him. I sat up with him until he awoke the prince."
Jane turned to Tibbs. "Was Mr. Brown asleep when you went in to wake him at midnight?" she asked.
"Yes, Milady," replied Tibbs.
"How do you know?"
"Well, I could tell by his breathing for one thing; and then I had difficulty in arousing him."
"He might have feigned that," said Sborov.
"Was the prince asleep when you went in there, Tibbs, to awaken Brown?"
"He seemed to be sound asleep, Milady. I carried a burning brand in for a torch. I could see them quite distinctly."
"He was asleep, and I was pretendin' to be, I suppose," said Brown.
"Find the hatchet," said Sborov.
"Well, suppose you find it," retorted Brown. "I don't know where it is."
"Tibbs says that both of you were asleep. That leaves Tibbs and Annette and me under suspicion," said Jane.
"There ain't no sense to that way of figuring," said Brown. "We all know that you and Annette didn't have nothin' to do with it; so you two are out. I know damned well that I didn't do it, and I'm just about as sure that Tibbs didn't; so that puts it up to the only one in the bunch that would profit by the old woman's death."
"You'd profit as much as any of us," pointed out Sborov, sullenly. "You knew that your life was at stake, that if you didn't get out of here very soon you might never get out. You knew and you said that my wife was all that made it impossible for us to start together tomorrow. I can see your whole line of reasoning, my man. You felt that the princess could never get out of here, anyway; and so you just hurried matters along by killing her yourself."
"All rig
ht, Sherlock Holmes, you've got it all figured out, haven't you? But what are you going to do about it?"
"Find the hatchet," repeated Sborov.
"All right," said Jane. "You men go in the women's part of the shelter and search, and Annette and I will search your part."
Sborov followed Jane to the door of the men's hut. "I cannot go in there where she is," he said, "I want to remember her as she was when I last saw her—alive."
Jane nodded. "Help us search here, then," she said.
There was really no place to search except among the litter of grasses that the men had used as beds.
Jane searched the pile upon which Alexis had slept, while Alexis took Tibbs' and Annette poked around in those belonging to Brown. Presently the girl's hand came into contact with something cold and hard. She stiffened as her fingers touched it, as though by intuition she knew what it was. With a shudder she withdrew her hand. For a moment she remained very quiet and tense. She was thinking rapidly. Then she arose to her feet. "There is nothing here," she said.
Sborov glanced up at her quickly. "There is nothing here, either," said Jane.
"I can find nothing in Tibbs' bed," said Alexis; "but perhaps, Annette, you did not search Brown's bed carefully enough. Let me see."
She took a step toward him as though to prevent the search. "What is the use?" she said. "It is not there; it's just a waste of time to look again."
"Nevertheless, I shall look," said Alexis.
Sborov stooped and slipped his hand in among the grasses. He did not have to search long. "Here it is," he said. "I don't see how you could have missed it, Annette," he added, with a sneer. "You must have had your own reasons."
He withdrew the hatchet from among the grasses and held it up to their view. The head was smeared with blood.
"Are you satisfied now, Jane?" demanded the prince.
"I can't believe it of Brown," she said.
"But you could have believed it of me?"
"Frankly, Alexis, yes."
"Well, you've got plenty of proof now as to who did it. What are you going to do about it? The fellow ought to be destroyed."
"Who ought to be destroyed?" demanded Brown. He and Tibbs were standing in the doorway.
"The hatchet was found in your bed, Brown," said Jane. "The prince has it; as you can see, it is covered with blood."
"Oh, so you planted that thing in my bed, did you, you lousy little runt? Trying to frame me, eh?"
"I do not understand your talk," said Alexis. "I only know what I heard you say last night and what I found in your bed. Tibbs has already corroborated my report of what you said, and Lady Greystoke and Annette saw me find the hatchet in here right where you had hidden it."
Brown looked from one to another with a questioning expression in his eyes. Could it be that these people believed that he had done this thing? He realized that what slender evidence was at hand pointed to him.
"Well," he said, "don't get it into your heads that you're going to hang me."
13. TREACHERY
The little band of Waziri warriors under Muviro had moved steadily westward since their encounter with Tarzan. The ten moved silently along a winding jungle trail; there was no song nor laughter; and when they spoke, which was seldom, their tones were low, for they were in a country strange to them, with the temper of whose people they were not familiar. They moved warily, every sense alert.
Some time during this day they hoped to contact the Bukena, the people who lived nearest to the Kavuru; and here they hoped to have word of Tarzan of the Apes.
Presently, above the subdued noises of the jungle, they heard the excited chattering of a monkey above them; and a moment later a familiar little figure swung downward through the trees.
"It is Nkima," said Muviro. "The big bwana must be near."
Little Nkima jabbered with excitement. He leaped to the shoulder of Muviro and jumped up and down, screaming and chattering. He leaped to the ground and ran ahead very fast, jabbering excitedly in his high, little voice, as he continually looked back at them. He would run ahead until a bend in the trail threatened to hide them from his view; then he would run back and tug at Muviro's legs before starting off again at great speed.
"Something is wrong," said one of the warriors to Muviro. "Little Nkima is trying to tell us."
"He wants us to hurry," said Muviro; "perhaps something has happened to the big bwana." Then he broke into a trot, his fellows following close behind; but still Nkima ran ahead always urging them to greater speed.
Members of a warrior clan that is trained from childhood in feats of endurance, the Waziri could maintain for hour after hour a pace that would soon exhaust an ordinary man.
Their smooth, ebony bodies glistening with sweat, their broad chests rising and falling to their unhurried breathing, their supple muscles rolling easily, they presented a splendid picture of primitive savagery, to which a note of barbaric color was added by anklets and armlets of strange design, their weapons, their shields, and the flowing white plumes that surmounted their heads.
Here, indeed, were men, the very sight of whom would have instilled respect, and perhaps fear, in the hearts of any strange tribesmen who might see them.
And thus it was, when breaking from the jungle into a clearing, little Nkima still in the lead, they burst upon the view of a score of women working in the fields before the village of Udalo, chief of the Bukena.
With terrified cries of warning, the women fled for the village gate.
Bukena warriors inside the kraal seized their weapons and ran to meet their women; and as the rearmost of the latter entered the village, the warriors made haste to close the gate behind them; and as some attended the gate, others manned the barbette inside the palisade over the top of which they could loose their arrows upon an enemy.
At the sight of the village and the fleeing women, Muviro had halted his warriors. He saw the hostile attitude of the Bukena, but he attributed it to the fact that they did not know whether he came in peace or war.
Nkima was very much excited. He waved his hands and jabbered loudly; he was trying so hard to make them understand that his master was a captive in the village. It was always a mystery to Nkima that these gomangani could not understand him. It seemed that no one could understand him except his cousins, brothers, and sisters, and his beloved Tarzan. Everyone else must be very stupid.
Muviro left his companions at a short distance from the village and advanced slowly toward the palisade, making the sign of peace that the villagers might know that they did not come with hostile intent.
Udalo, the chief, standing upon the barbette, looked down upon the approaching warrior and his companions. He knew that these were indeed fighting men; and while there were only ten of them he was glad to see the peace sign, for there might be many others back in the forest and this only an advance guard.
As Muviro halted at the foot of the palisade and looked up, Udalo addressed him.
"Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded.
"I am Muviro, chief of the Waziri. We have come here to meet our big chief, Tarzan of the Apes, or to get word of him. Has he been here?"
Gupingu, the witch-doctor, was standing beside Udalo. Searing his heart was the memory of a secret he dared tell no one—the secret of the release of Tarzan upon his promise that the Kavuru would not steal the daughters of Gupingu; and yet almost immediately Naika, his favorite daughter, had been stolen.
Gupingu was confident now that not only was Tarzan a Kavuru, but that it was he who had come back to steal Naika. Resentment and hatred burned in the breast of Gupingu. He recalled that Tarzan had said that he was a Waziri; and, assembling all the facts as he knew them, he conjectured that the Waziri were either the vassals or the allies of the Kavuru.
"Do not trust them, Udalo," he said to the chief; "they are the people of the Kavuru who escaped us. He has sent them back here to be revenged." Scowling down upon Muviro, Udalo thought quickly.
He would like to be
revenged upon the Kavuru but he feared reprisals; and, too, he did not know but what there might be a large body of them back in the forest. The truth or falsity of this he must ascertain before he could make any definite plans.
Annoyed because he had received no answer, Muviro spoke again, this time impatiently. "We come in peace," he said, "to ask a question. Is Tarzan, our master, here?"
"There," whispered Gupingu to Udalo, "he admits that the Kavuru is his master."
"He is not here," said Udalo; "we know nothing of him, and I do not know that you come in peace."
"You are not speaking true words," said Muviro. "Little Nkima, the monkey, is Tarzan's friend. He brought us here, and he would not have done so had Tarzan not been here."
"I did not say that Tarzan had not been here," retorted Udalo; "I say that he is not here, and that I know nothing of him. I do not know where he went after he left here.
"If—"
"We do not fear ten men," said Udalo! "The ten may enter the village; then we may talk. If you come in peace, you will do this; if you do not do it, Udalo will know that you have come to make war. As you can see, he has many warriors. We are not afraid of you, but we do not want war."
"We have come in peace," replied Muviro, "but warriors do not lay aside their weapons. If you have so many brave warriors, why should you fear ten men?"
"We do not fear ten men," said Udalo; "the ten may enter and bring their weapons, but the rest of your warriors must not approach the village."
"There are no others with us," said Muviro. "We are alone."
This was the information that Udalo wished. "You may come in," he said; "I will order the gates opened." Then he turned and whispered to Gupingu.
Muviro signalled for his men to approach. The gates swung open, and they entered the village of the Bukena.
Udalo and Gupingu had left the barbette and gone together toward the chief's hut. They were whispering volubly with many gesticulations, Gupingu explaining, Udalo assenting and giving orders. At the chief's hut they separated, Udalo remaining to await the coming of the visitors, while Gupingu hastened to his own hut.
As the Waziri entered the village street, they were surrounded by warriors and conducted to the hut of the chief, where Udalo awaited them.
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