Kudu, the sun, was well up in the heavens when Tarzanawoke. The ape-man stretched his giant limbs, ran hisfingers through his thick hair, and swung lightly down toearth. Immediately he took up the trail he had come in searchof, following it by scent down into a deep ravine. Cautiouslyhe went now, for his nose told him that the quarry was closeat hand, and presently from an overhanging bough he lookeddown upon Horta, the boar, and many of his kinsmen. Un-slinging his bow and selecting an arrow, Tarzan fitted the shaftand, drawing it far back, took careful aim at the largest of thegreat pigs. In the ape-man's teeth were other arrows, andno sooner had the first one sped, than he had fitted and shotanother bolt. Instantly the pigs were in turmoil, not knowingfrom whence the danger threatened. They stood stupidly atfirst and then commenced milling around until six of theirnumber lay dead or dying about them; then with a chorus ofgrunts and squeals they started off at a wild run, disappearingquickly in the dense underbrush.

Tarzan then descended from the tree, dispatched those thatwere not already dead and proceeded to skin the carcasses.As he worked, rapidly and with great skill, he neither hummednor whistled as does the average man of civilization. It wasin numerous little ways such as these that he differed fromother men, due, probably, to his early jungle training. Thebeasts of the jungle that he had been reared among wereplayful to maturity but seldom thereafter. His fellow-apes,especially the bulls, became fierce and surly as they grewolder. Life was a serious matter during lean seasons -- one hadto fight to secure one's share of food then, and the habit onceformed became lifelong. Hunting for food was the life laborof the jungle bred, and a life labor is a thing not to be ap-proached with levity nor prosecuted lightly. So all workfound Tarzan serious, though he still retained what the otherbeasts lost as they grew older -- a sense of humor, which hegave play to when the mood suited him. It was a grim humorand sometimes ghastly; but it satisfied Tarzan.

Then, too, were one to sing and whistle while working onthe ground, concentration would be impossible. Tarzan pos-sessed the ability to concentrate each of his five senses uponits particular business. Now he worked at skinning the sixpigs and his eyes and his fingers worked as though there wasnaught else in all the world than these six carcasses; but hisears and his nose were as busily engaged elsewhere -- theformer ranging the forest all about and the latter assaying eachpassing zephyr. It was his nose that first discovered the ap-proach of Sabor, the lioness, when the wind shifted for a mo-ment.

As clearly as though he had seen her with his eyes, Tarzanknew that the lioness had caught the scent of the freshlykilled pigs and immediately had moved down wind in theirdirection. He knew from the strength of the scent spoor andthe rate of the wind about how far away she was and that shewas approaching from behind him. He was finishing the lastpig and he did not hurry. The five pelts lay close at hand --he had been careful to keep them thus together and nearhim -- an ample tree waved its low branches above him.

He did not even turn his head for he knew she was not yetin sight; but he bent his ears just a bit more sharply for thefirst sound of her nearer approach. When the final skin hadbeen removed he rose. Now he heard Sabor in the bushes tohis rear, but not yet too close. Leisurely he gathered up thesix pelts and one of the carcasses, and as the lioness appearedbetween the boles of two trees he swung upward into thebranches above him. Here he hung the hides over a limb,seated himself comfortably upon another with his back againstthe bole of the tree, cut a hind quarter from the carcass he hadcarried with him and proceeded to satisfy his hunger. Saborslunk, growling, from the brush, cast a wary eye upwardtoward the ape-man and then fell upon the nearest carcass.

Tarzan looked down upon her and grinned, recalling anargument he had once had with a famous big-game hunter whohad declared that the king of beasts ate only what he himselfhad killed. Tarzan knew better for he had seen Numa andSabor stoop even to carrion.

Having filled his belly, the ape-man fell to work upon thehides -- all large and strong. First he cut strips from themabout half an inch wide. When he had sufficient numberof these strips he sewed two of the hides together, afterwardspiercing holes every three or four inches around the edges.Running another strip through these holes gave him a largebag with a drawstring. In similar fashion he produced fourother like bags, but smaller, from the four remaining hides andhad several strips left over.

All this done he threw a large, juicy fruit at Sabor, cachedthe remainder of the pig in a crotch of the tree and swung offtoward the southwest through the middle terraces of theforest, carrying his five bags with him. Straight he went tothe rim of the gulch where he had imprisoned Numa, the lion.Very stealthily he approached the edge and peered over.Numa was not in sight. Tarzan sniffed and listened. He couldhear nothing, yet he knew that Numa must be within the cave.He hoped that he slept -- much depended upon Numa notdiscovering him.

Cautiously he lowered himself over the edge of the cliff, andwith utter noiselessness commenced the descent toward thebottom of the gulch. He stopped often and turned his keeneyes and ears in the direction of the cave's mouth at the farend of the gulch, some hundred feet away. As he neared thefoot of the cliff his danger increased greatly. If he couldreach the bottom and cover half the distance to the tree thatstood in the center of the gulch he would feel comparativelysafe for then, even if Numa appeared, he felt that he couldbeat him either to the cliff or to the tree, but to scale thefirst thirty feet of the cliff rapidly enough to elude theleapingbeast would require a running start of at least twenty feet asthere were no very good hand- or footholds dose to the bottom-- he had had to run up the first twenty feet like a squirrelrunning up a tree that other time he had beaten an infuriatedNuma to it. He had no desire to attempt it again unless theconditions were equally favorable at least, for he had escapedNuma's raking talons by only a matter of inches on the formeroccasion.

At last he stood upon the floor of the gulch. Silent as adisembodied spirit he advanced toward the tree. He was halfway there and no sign of Numa. He reached the scarred bolefrom which the famished lion had devoured the bark and eventorn pieces of the wood itself and yet Numa had not appeared.As he drew himself up to the lower branches he commencedto wonder if Numa were in the cave after all. Could it bepossible that he had forced the barrier of rocks with whichTarzan had plugged the other end of the passage where itopened into the outer world of freedom? Or was Numa dead?The ape-man doubted the verity of the latter suggestion ashe had fed the lion the entire carcasses of a deer and a hyenaonly a few days since -- he could not have starved in so short atime, while the little rivulet running across the gulch furnishedhim with water a-plenty.

Tarzan started to descend and investigate the cavern whenit occurred to him that it would save effort were he to lureNuma out instead. Acting upon the thought he uttered a lowgrowl. Immediately he was rewarded by the sound of a move-ment within the cave and an instant later a wild-eyed, haggardlion rushed forth ready to face the devil himself were he edible.When Numa saw Tarzan, fat and sleek, perched in the treehe became suddenly the embodiment of frightful rage. Hiseyes and his nose told him that this was the creature respon-sible for his predicament and also that this creature was goodto eat. Frantically the lion sought to scramble up the bole ofthe tree. Twice he leaped high enough to catch the lowestbranches with his paws, but both times he fell backward tothe earth. Each time he became more furious. His growlsand roars were incessant and horrible and all the time Tarzansat grinning down upon him, taunting him in jungle billings-gate for his inability to reach him and mentally exulting thatalways Numa was wasting his already waning strength.

Finally the ape-man rose and unslung his rope. He arrangedthe coils carefully in his left hand and the noose in his right,and then he took a position with each foot on one of twobranches that lay in about the same horizontal plane and withhis back pressed firmly against the stem of the tree. Therehe stood hurling insults at Numa until the beast was againgoaded into leaping upward at him, and as Numa rose thenoose dropped quickly over his head and about his neck. Aquick movement of Tarzan's rope hand tightened the coil andwhen Numa slipped backward to the ground only his hindfeet touched, for the ape-man held him swinging by the neck.

Moving slowly outward upon the two branches Tarzanswung Numa out so that he could not reach the bole of thetree with his raking talons, then he made the rope fast afterdrawing the lion clear of the ground, dropped his five pigskinsacks to earth and leaped down himself. Numa was strikingfrantically at the grass rope with his fore claws. At any mo-ment he might sever it and Tarzan must, therefore, workrapidly.

First he drew the larger bag over Numa's head and securedit about his neck with the draw string, then he managed, afterconsiderable effort, during which he barely escaped being tornto ribbons by the mighty talons, to hog-tie Numa -- drawinghis four legs together and securing them in that position withthe strips trimmed from the pigskins.

By this time the lion's efforts had almost ceased -- it wasevident that he was being rapidly strangled and as that didnot at all suit the purpose of the Tarmangani the latter swungagain into the tree, unfastened the rope from above andlowered the lion to the ground where he immediately fol-lowed it and loosed the noose about Numa's neck. Then hedrew his hunting knife and cut two round holes in the frontof the head bag opposite the lion's eyes for the double purposeof permitting him to see and giving him sufficient air tobreathe.

This done Tarzan busied himself fitting the other bags, oneover each of Numa's formidably armed paws. Those on thehind feet he secured not only by tightening the draw stringsbut also rigged garters that fastened tightly around the legsabove the hocks. He secured the front-feet bags in placesimilarly above the great knees. Now, indeed, was Numa, thelion, reduced to the harmlessness of Bara, the deer.

By now Numa was showing signs of returning life. Hegasped for breath and struggled; but the strips of pigskin thatheld his four legs together were numerous and tough. Tarzanwatched and was sure that they would hold, yet Numa ismightily muscled and there was the chance, always, that hemight struggle free of his bonds after which all would dependupon the efficacy of Tarzan's bags and draw strings.

After Numa had again breathed normally and was able toroar out his protests and his rage, his struggles increased toTitanic proportions for a short time; but as a lion's powers ofendurance are in no way proportionate to his size and strengthhe soon tired and lay quietly. Amid renewed growling andanother futile attempt to free himself, Numa was finally forcedto submit to the further indignity of having a rope securedabout his neck; but this time it was no noose that mighttighten and strangle him; but a bowline knot, which does nottighten or slip under strain.

The other end of the rope Tarzan fastened to the stem ofthe tree, then he quickly cut the bonds securing Numa's legsand leaped aside as the beast sprang to his feet. For a mo-ment the lion stood with legs far outspread, then he raisedfirst one paw and then another, shaking them energetically inan effort to dislodge the strange footgear that Tarzan hadfastened upon them. Finally he began to paw at the bagupon his head. The ape-man, standing with ready spear,watched Numa's efforts intently. Would the bags hold? Hesincerely hoped so. Or would all his labor prove fruitless?

As the clinging things upon his feet and face resisted hisevery effort to dislodge them, Numa became frantic. Herolled upon the ground, fighting, biting, scratching, and roar-ing; he leaped to his feet and sprang into the air; he chargedTarzan, only to be brought to a sudden stop as the rope secur-ing him to the tree tautened. Then Tarzan stepped in andrapped him smartly on the head with the shaft of his spear.Numa reared upon his hind feet and struck at the are-manand in return received a cuff on one ear that sent him reelingsideways. When he returned to the attack he was again sentsprawling. After the fourth effort it appeared to dawn uponthe king of beasts that he had met his master, his head andtail dropped and when Tarzan advanced upon him he backedaway, though still growling.

Leaving Numa tied to the tree Tarzan entered the tunneland removed the barricade from the opposite end, after whichhe returned to the gulch and strode straight for the tree.Numa lay in his path and as Tarzan approached growledmenacingly. The ape-man cuffed him aside and unfastenedthe rope from the tree. Then ensued a half-hour of stubbornlyfought battle while Tarzan endeavored to drive Numa throughthe tunnel ahead of him and Numa persistently refused to bedriven. At last, however, by dint of the unrestricted use ofhis spear point, the ape-man succeeded in forcing the lion tomove ahead of him and eventually guided him into the pas-sageway. Once inside, the problem became simpler sinceTarzan followed closely in the rear with his sharp spear point,an unremitting incentive to forward movement on the part ofthe lion. If Numa hesitated he was prodded. If he backedup the result was extremely painful and so, being a wise lionwho was learning rapidly, he decided to keep on going andat the end of the tunnel, emerging into the outer world, hesensed freedom, raised his head and tail and started off at arun.

Tarzan, still on his hands and knees just inside the entrance,was taken unaware with the result that he was sprawledforward upon his face and dragged a hundred yards across therocky ground before Numa was brought to a stand. It wasa scratched and angry Tarzan who scrambled to his feet. Atfirst he was tempted to chastise Numa; but, as the ape-manseldom permitted his temper to guide him in any direction notcountenanced by reason, he quickly abandoned the idea.

Having taught Numa the rudiments of being driven, henow urged him forward and there commenced as strange ajourney as the unrecorded history of the jungle contains. Thebalance of that day was eventful both for Tarzan and forNuma. From open rebellion at first the lion passed throughstages of stubborn resistance and grudging obedience to finalsurrender. He was a very tired, hungry, and thirsty lion whennight overtook them; but there was to be no food for him thatday or the next -- Tarzan did not dare risk removing the headbag, though he did cut another hole which permitted Numato quench his thirst shortly after dark. Then he tied him toa tree, sought food for himself, and stretched out among thebranches above his captive for a few hours' sleep.

Early the following morning they resumed their journey,winding over the low foothills south of Kilimanjaro, towardthe east. The beasts of the jungle who saw them took onelook and fled. The scent spoor of Numa, alone, might havebeen enough to have provoked flight in many of the lesseranimals, but the sight of this strange apparition that smelledlike a lion, but looked like nothing they ever had seen before,being led through the jungles by a giant Tarmangani was toomuch for even the more formidable denizens of the wild.

Sabor, the lioness, recognizing from a distance the scent ofher lord and master intermingled with that of a Tarmanganiand the hide of Horta, the boar, trotted through the aisles ofthe forest to investigate. Tarzan and Numa heard her coming,for she voiced a plaintive and questioning whine as the bafflingmixture of odors aroused her curiosity and her fears, for lions,however terrible they may appear, are often timid animals andSabor, being of the gentler sex, was, naturally, habitually in-quisitive as well.

Tarzan unslung his spear for he knew that he might noweasily have to fight to retain his prize. Numa halted andturned his outraged head in the direction of the coming she.He voiced a throaty growl that was almost a purr. Tarzanwas upon the point of prodding him on again when Saborbroke into view, and behind her the ape-man saw that whichgave him instant pause -- four full-grown lions trailing thelioness.

To have goaded Numa then into active resistance mighthave brought the whole herd down upon him and so Tarzanwaited to learn first what their attitude would be. He hadno idea of relinquishing his lion without a battle; but knowinglions as he did, he knew that there was no assurance as tojust what the newcomers would do.

The lioness was young and sleek, and the four males werein their prime -- as handsome lions as he ever had seen. Threeof the males were scantily maned but one, the foremost, car-ried a splendid, black mane that rippled in the breeze as hetrotted majestically forward. The lioness halted a hundredfeet from Tarzan, while the lions came on past her and stoppeda few feet nearer. Their ears were upstanding and their eyesfilled with curiosity. Tarzan could not even guess what theymight do. The lion at his side faced them fully, standingsilent now and watchful.

Suddenly the lioness gave vent to another little whine, atwhich Tarzan's lion voiced a terrific roar and leaped forwardstraight toward the beast of the black mane. The sight of thisawesome creature with the strange face was too much for thelion toward which he leaped, dragging Tarzan after him, andwith a growl the lion turned and fled, followed by his com-panions and the she.

Numa attempted to follow them; Tarzan held him inleash and when he turned upon him in rage, beat him un-mercifully across the head with his spear. Shaking his headand growling, the lion at last moved off again in the directionthey had been traveling; but it was an hour before he ceasedto sulk. He was very hungry -- half famished in fact -- andconsequently of an ugly temper, yet so thoroughly subduedby Tarzan's heroic methods of lion taming that he was pres-ently pacing along at the ape-man's side like some huge St.Bernard.

It was dark when the two approached the British right, aftera slight delay farther back because of a German patrol it hadbeen necessary to elude. A short distance from the British lineof out-guard sentinels Tarzan tied Numa to a tree and con-tinued on alone. He evaded a sentinel, passed the out-guardand support, and by devious ways came again to ColonelCapell's headquarters, where he appeared before the officersgathered there as a disembodied spirit materializing out ofthin air.

When they saw who it was that came thus unannouncedthey smiled and the colonel scratched his head in perplexity.

"Someone should be shot for this," he said. "I might justas well not establish an out-post if a man can filter throughwhenever he pleases."

Tarzan smiled. "Do not blame them," he said, "for I am nota man. I am Tarmangani. Any Mangani who wished to,could enter your camp almost at will; but if you have them forsentinels no one could enter without their knowledge."

"What are the Mangani?" asked the colonel. "Perhaps wemight enlist a bunch of the beggars."

Tarzan shook his head. "They are the great apes," heexplained; "my people; but you could not use them. Theycannot concentrate long enough upon a single idea. If I toldthem of this they would be much interested for a short time --I might even hold the interest of a few long enough to getthem here and explain their duties to them; but soon theywould lose interest and when you needed them most theymight be off in the forest searching for beetles instead ofwatching their posts. They have the minds of little children-- that is why they remain what they are."

"You call them Mangani and yourself Tarmangani -- what isthe difference?" asked Major Preswick.

"Tar means white," replied Tarzan, "and Mangani, greatape. My name -- the name they gave me in the tribe of Ker-chak -- means White-skin. When I was a little balu my skin,I presume, looked very white indeed against the beautiful,black coat of Kala, my foster mother and so they called meTarzan, the Tarmangani. They call you, too, Tarmangani," heconcluded, smiling.

Capell smiled. "It is no reproach, Greystoke," he said; "and,by Jove, it would be a mark of distinction if a fellow couldact the part. And now how about your plan? Do you stillthink you can empty the trench opposite our sector?"

"Is it still held by Gomangani?" asked Tarzan.

"What are Gomangani?" inquired the colonel. "It is stillheld by native troops, if that is what you mean."

"Yes," replied the ape-man, "the Gomangani are the greatblack apes -- the Negroes."

"What do you intend doing and what do you want us todo?" asked Capell.

Tarzan approached the table and placed a finger on themap. "Here is a listening post," he said; "they have a machinegun in it. A tunnel connects it with this trench at this point."His finger moved from place to place on the map as he talked."Give me a bomb and when you hear it burst in this listeningpost let your men start across No Man's Land slowly. Pres-ently they will hear a commotion in the enemy trench; butthey need not hurry, and, whatever they do, have them comequietly. You might also warn them that I may be in thetrench and that I do not care to be shot or bayoneted."

"And that is all?" queried Capell, after directing an officerto give Tarzan a hand grenade; "you will empty the trenchalone?"

"Not exactly alone," replied Tarzan with a grim smile; "butI shall empty it, and, by the way, your men may come inthrough the tunnel from the listening post if you prefer. Inabout half an hour, Colonel," and he turned and left them.

As he passed through the camp there flashed suddenly uponthe screen of recollection, conjured there by some reminderof his previous visit to headquarters, doubtless, the image ofthe officer he had passed as he quit the colonel that othertime and simultaneously recognition of the face that had beenrevealed by the light from the fire. He shook his head dubi-ously. No, it could not be and yet the features of the youngofficer were identical with those of Fraulein Kircher, the Ger-man spy he had seen at German headquarters the night hetook Major Schneider from under the nose of the Hun generaland his staff.

Beyond the last line of sentinels Tarzan moved quickly inthe direction of Numa, the lion. The beast was lying down asTarzan approached, but he rose as the ape-man reached hisside. A low whine escaped his muzzled lips. Tarzan smiledfor he recognized in the new note almost a supplication -- itwas more like the whine of a hungry dog begging for foodthan the voice of the proud king of beasts.

"Soon you will kill -- and feed," he murmured in the ver-nacular of the great apes.

He unfastened the rope from about the tree and, with Numaclose at his side, slunk into No Man's Land. There was littlerifle fire and only an occasional shell vouched for the presenceof artillery behind the opposing lines. As the shells fromboth sides were falling well back of the trenches, they consti-tuted no menace to Tarzan; but the noise of them and thatof the rifle fire had a marked effect upon Numa who crouched,trembling, close to the Tarmangani as though seeking protec-tion.

Cautiously the two beasts moved forward toward the listen-ing post of the Germans. In one hand Tarzan carried thebomb the English had given him, in the other was the coiledrope attached to the lion. At last Tarzan could see the posi-tion a few yards ahead. His keen eyes picked out the headand shoulders of the sentinel on watch. The ape-man graspedthe bomb firmly in his right hand. He measured the distancewith his eye and gathered his feet beneath him, then in asingle motion he rose and threw the missile, immediatelyflattening himself prone upon the ground.

Five seconds later there was a terrific explosion in the centerof the listening post. Numa gave a nervous start and at-tempted to break away; but Tarzan held him and, leaping tohis feet, ran forward, dragging Numa after him. At the edgeof the post he saw below him but slight evidence that theposition had been occupied at all, for only a few shreds oftorn flesh remained. About the only thing that had not beendemolished was a machine gun which had been protected bysand bags.

There was not an instant to lose. Already a relief might becrawling through the communication tunnel, for it must havebeen evident to the sentinels in the Hun trenches that thelistening post had been demolished. Numa hesitated to fol-low Tarzan into the excavation; but the ape-man, who was inno mood to temporize, jerked him roughly to the bottom.Before them lay the mouth of the tunnel that led back fromNo Man's Land to the German trenches. Tarzan pushed Numaforward until his head was almost in the aperture, then asthough it were an afterthought, he turned quickly and, takingthe machine gun from the parapet, placed it in the bottom ofthe hole close at hand, after which he turned again to Numa,and with his knife quickly cut the garters that held the bagsupon his front paws. Before the lion could know that a partof his formidable armament was again released for action,Tarzan had cut the rope from his neck and the head bag fromhis face, and grabbing the lion from the rear had thrust himpartially into the mouth of the tunnel.

Then Numa balked, only to feel the sharp prick of Tarzan'sknife point in his hind quarters. Goading him on the ape-manfinally succeeded in getting the lion sufficiently far into thetunnel so that there was no chance of his escaping other thanby going forward or deliberately backing into the sharp bladeat his rear. Then Tarzan cut the bags from the great hindfeet, placed his shoulder and his knife point against Numa'sseat, dug his toes into the loose earth that had been brokenup by the explosion of the bomb, and shoved.

Inch by inch at first Numa advanced. He was growlingnow and presently he commenced to roar. Suddenly heleaped forward and Tarzan knew that he had caught thescent of meat ahead. Dragging the machine gun beside himthe ape-man followed quickly after the lion whose roars hecould plainly hear ahead mingled with the unmistakablescreams of frightened men. Once again a grim smile touchedthe lips of this man-beast.

"They murdered my Waziri," he muttered; "they crucifiedWasimbu, son of Muviro."

When Tarzan reached the trench and emerged into it therewas no one in sight in that particular bay, nor in the next, northe next as he hurried forward in the direction of the Germancenter; but in the fourth bay he saw a dozen men jammed inthe angle of the traverse at the end while leaping upon themand rending with talons and fangs was Numa, a terrific in-carnation of ferocity and ravenous hunger.

Whatever held the men at last gave way as they foughtmadly with one another in their efforts to escape this dreadcreature that from their infancy had filled them with terror,and again they were retreating. Some clambered over theparados and some even over the parapet preferring the dan-gers of No Man's Land to this other soul-searing menace.

As the British advanced slowly toward the German trenches,they first met terrified blacks who ran into their arms onlytoo willing to surrender. That pandemonium had brokenloose in the Hun trench was apparent to the Rhodesians notonly from the appearance of the deserters, but from the soundsof screaming, cursing men which came clearly to their ears;but there was one that baffled them for it resembled nothingmore closely than the infuriated growling of an angry lion.

And when at last they reached the trench, those farthest onthe left of the advancing Britishers heard a machine gunsputter suddenly before them and saw a huge lion leap overthe German parados with the body of a screaming Hun soldierbetween his jaws and vanish into the shadows of the night,while squatting upon a traverse to their left was Tarzan ofthe Apes with a machine gun before him with which he wasraking the length of the German trenches.

The foremost Rhodesians saw something else -- they saw ahuge German officer emerge from a dugout just in rear of theape-man. They saw him snatch up a discarded rifle withbayonet fixed and creep upon the apparently unconscious Tar-zan. They ran forward, shouting warnings; but above thepandemonium of the trenches and the machine gun theirvoices could not reach him. The German leaped upon theparapet behind him -- the fat hands raised the rifle butt aloftfor the cowardly downward thrust into the naked back andthen, as moves Ara, the lightning, moved Tarzan of the Apes.

It was no man who leaped forward upon that Boche officer, striking aside the sharp bayonet as one might strike aside astraw in a baby's hand -- it was a wild beast and the roar ofa wild beast was upon those savage lips, for as that strangesense that Tarzan owned in common with the other jungle-bred creatures of his wild domain warned him of the presencebehind him and he had whirled to meet the attack, his eyeshad seen the corps and regimental insignia upon the other'sblouse -- it was the same as that worn by the murderers of hiswife and his people, by the despoilers of his home and hishappiness.

It was a wild beast whose teeth fastened upon the shoulderof the Hun -- it was a wild beast whose talons sought that fatneck. And then the boys of the Second Rhodesian Regimentsaw that which will live forever in their memories. They sawthe giant ape-man pick the heavy German from the groundand shake him as a terrier might shake a rat -- as Sabor, thelioness, sometimes shakes her prey. They saw the eyes of theHun bulge in horror as he vainly struck with his futile handsagainst the massive chest and head of his assailant. They sawTarzan suddenly spin the man about and placing a knee inthe middle of his back and an arm about his neck bend hisshoulders slowly backward. The German's knees gave andhe sank upon them, but still that irresistible force bent himfurther and further. He screamed in agony for a moment --then something snapped and Tarzan cast him aside, a limpand lifeless thing.

The Rhodesians started forward, a cheer upon their lips --a cheer that never was uttered -- a cheer that froze in theirthroats, for at that moment Tarzan placed a foot upon thecarcass of his kill and, raising his face to the heavens, gavevoice to the weird and terrifying victory cry of the bull ape.

Underlieutenant von Goss was dead.

Without a backward glance at the awe-struck soldiers Tar-zan leaped the trench and was gone.