TEEKA, STRETCHED AT luxurious
ease in the shade of the tropical forest, presented,
unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young, feminine
loveliness. Or at least so thought Tarzan of the Apes, who squatted
upon a low-swinging branch in a near-by tree and looked down upon
her.
Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of
the jungle-forest giant, his brown skin mottled by the brilliant
equatorial sunlight which percolated through the leafy canopy of
green above him, his clean-limbed body relaxed in graceful ease,
his shapely head partly turned in contemplative absorption and his
intelligent, gray eyes dreamily devouring the object of their
devotion, you would have thought him the reincarnation of some
demigod of old.
You would not have guessed that in infancy he had suckled at the
breast of a hideous, hairy she-ape, nor that in all his conscious
past since his parents had passed away in the little cabin by the
landlocked harbor at the jungle's verge, he had known no other
associates than the sullen bulls and the snarling cows of the tribe
of Kerchak, the great ape.
Nor, could you have read the thoughts which passed through that
active, healthy brain, the longings and desires and aspirations
which the sight of Teeka inspired, would you have been any more
inclined to give credence to the reality of the origin of the
ape-man. For, from his thoughts alone, you could never have gleaned
the truth--that he had been born to a gentle English lady or that
his sire had been an English nobleman of time-honored lineage.
Lost to Tarzan of the Apes was the truth of his origin. That he
was John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, with a seat in the House of
Lords, he did not know, nor, knowing, would have understood.
Yes, Teeka was indeed beautiful!
Of course Kala had been beautiful--one's mother is always
that--but Teeka was beautiful in a way all her own, an
indescribable sort of way which Tarzan was just beginning to sense
in a rather vague and hazy manner.
For years had Tarzan and Teeka been play-fellows, and Teeka
still continued to be playful while the young bulls of her own age
were rapidly becoming surly and morose. Tarzan, if he gave the
matter much thought at all, probably reasoned that his growing
attachment for the young female could be easily accounted for by
the fact that of the former playmates she and he alone retained any
desire to frolic as of old.
But today, as he sat gazing upon her, he found himself noting
the beauties of Teeka's form and features--something he never had
done before, since none of them had aught to do with Teeka's
ability to race nimbly through the lower terraces of the forest in
the primitive games of tag and hide-and-go-seek which Tarzan's
fertile brain evolved. Tarzan scratched his head, running his
fingers deep into the shock of black hair which framed his shapely,
boyish face--he scratched his head and sighed. Teeka's new-found
beauty became as suddenly his despair. He envied her the handsome
coat of hair which covered her body. His own smooth, brown hide he
hated with a hatred born of disgust and contempt. Years back he had
harbored a hope that some day he, too, would be clothed in hair as
were all his brothers and sisters; but of late he had been forced
to abandon the delectable dream.
Then there were Teeka's great teeth, not so large as the males,
of course, but still mighty, handsome things by comparison with
Tarzan's feeble white ones. And her beetling brows, and broad, flat
nose, and her mouth! Tarzan had often practiced making his mouth
into a little round circle and then puffing out his cheeks while he
winked his eyes rapidly; but he felt that he could never do it in
the same cute and irresistible way in which Teeka did it.
And as he watched her that afternoon, and wondered, a young bull
ape who had been lazily foraging for food beneath the damp, matted
carpet of decaying vegetation at the roots of a near-by tree
lumbered awkwardly in Teeka's direction. The other apes of the
tribe of Kerchak moved listlessly about or lolled restfully in the
midday heat of the equatorial jungle. From time to time one or
another of them had passed close to Teeka, and Tarzan had been
uninterested. Why was it then that his brows contracted and his
muscles tensed as he saw Taug pause beside the young she and then
squat down close to her?
Tarzan always had liked Taug. Since childhood they had romped
together. Side by side they had squatted near the water, their
quick, strong fingers ready to leap forth and seize Pisah, the
fish, should that wary denizen of the cool depths dart surfaceward
to the lure of the insects Tarzan tossed upon the face of the
pool.
Together they had baited Tublat and teased Numa, the lion. Why,
then, should Tarzan feel the rise of the short hairs at the nape of
his neck merely because Taug sat close to Teeka?
It is true that Taug was no longer the frolicsome ape of
yesterday. When his snarling-muscles bared his giant fangs no one
could longer imagine that Taug was in as playful a mood as when he
and Tarzan had rolled upon the turf in mimic battle. The Taug of
today was a huge, sullen bull ape, somber and forbidding. Yet he
and Tarzan never had quarreled.
For a few minutes the young ape-man watched Taug press closer to
Teeka. He saw the rough caress of the huge paw as it stroked the
sleek shoulder of the she, and then Tarzan of the Apes slipped
catlike to the ground and approached the two.
As he came his upper lip curled into a snarl, exposing his
fighting fangs, and a deep growl rumbled from his cavernous chest.
Taug looked up, batting his blood-shot eyes. Teeka half raised
herself and looked at Tarzan. Did she guess the cause of his
perturbation? Who may say? At any rate, she was feminine, and so
she reached up and scratched Taug behind one of his small, flat
ears.
Tarzan saw, and in the instant that he saw, Teeka was no longer
the little playmate of an hour ago; instead she was a wondrous
thing--the most wondrous in the world--and a possession for which
Tarzan would fight to the death against Taug or any other who dared
question his right of proprietorship.
Stooped, his muscles rigid and one great shoulder turned toward
the young bull, Tarzan of the Apes sidled nearer and nearer. His
face was partly averted, but his keen gray eyes never left those of
Taug, and as he came, his growls increased in depth and volume.
Taug rose upon his short legs, bristling. His fighting fangs
were bared. He, too, sidled, stiff-legged, and growled.
"Teeka is Tarzan's," said the ape-man, in the low gutturals of
the great anthropoids.
"Teeka is Taug's," replied the bull ape.
Thaka and Numgo and Gunto, disturbed by the growlings of the two
young bulls, looked up half apathetic, half interested. They were
sleepy, but they sensed a fight. It would break the monotony of the
humdrum jungle life they led.
Coiled about his shoulders was Tarzan's long grass rope, in his
hand was the hunting knife of the long-dead father he had never
known. In Taug's little brain lay a great respect for the shiny bit
of sharp metal which the ape-boy knew so well how to use. With it
had he slain Tublat, his fierce foster father, and Bolgani, the
gorilla. Taug knew these things, and so he came warily, circling
about Tarzan in search of an opening. The latter, made cautious
because of his lesser bulk and the inferiority of his natural
armament, followed similar tactics.
For a time it seemed that the altercation would follow the way
of the majority of such differences between members of the tribe
and that one of them would finally lose interest and wander off to
prosecute some other line of endeavor. Such might have been the end
of it had the CASUS BELLI been other than it was; but Teeka was
flattered at the attention that was being drawn to her and by the
fact that these two young bulls were contemplating battle on her
account. Such a thing never before had occurred in Teeka's brief
life. She had seen other bulls battling for other and older shes,
and in the depth of her wild little heart she had longed for the
day when the jungle grasses would be reddened with the blood of
mortal combat for her fair sake.
So now she squatted upon her haunches and insulted both her
admirers impartially. She hurled taunts at them for their
cowardice, and called them vile names, such as Histah, the snake,
and Dango, the hyena. She threatened to call Mumga to chastise them
with a stick--Mumga, who was so old that she could no longer climb
and so toothless that she was forced to confine her diet almost
exclusively to bananas and grub-worms.
The apes who were watching heard and laughed. Taug was
infuriated. He made a sudden lunge for Tarzan, but the ape-boy
leaped nimbly to one side, eluding him, and with the quickness of a
cat wheeled and leaped back again to close quarters. His hunting
knife was raised above his head as he came in, and he aimed a
vicious blow at Taug's neck. The ape wheeled to dodge the weapon so
that the keen blade struck him but a glancing blow upon the
shoulder.
The spurt of red blood brought a shrill cry of delight from
Teeka. Ah, but this was something worth while! She glanced about to
see if others had witnessed this evidence of her popularity. Helen
of Troy was never one whit more proud than was Teeka at that
moment.
If Teeka had not been so absorbed in her own vaingloriousness
she might have noted the rustling of leaves in the tree above
her--a rustling which was not caused by any movement of the wind,
since there was no wind. And had she looked up she might have seen
a sleek body crouching almost directly over her and wicked yellow
eyes glaring hungrily down upon her, but Teeka did not look up.
With his wound Taug had backed off growling horribly. Tarzan had
followed him, screaming insults at him, and menacing him with his
brandishing blade. Teeka moved from beneath the tree in an effort
to keep close to the duelists.
The branch above Teeka bent and swayed a trifle with the
movement of the body of the watcher stretched along it. Taug had
halted now and was preparing to make a new stand. His lips were
flecked with foam, and saliva drooled from his jowls. He stood with
head lowered and arms outstretched, preparing for a sudden charge
to close quarters. Could he but lay his mighty hands upon that
soft, brown skin the battle would be his. Taug considered Tarzan's
manner of fighting unfair. He would not close. Instead, he leaped
nimbly just beyond the reach of Taug's muscular fingers.
The ape-boy had as yet never come to a real trial of strength
with a bull ape, other than in play, and so he was not at all sure
that it would be safe to put his muscles to the test in a life and
death struggle. Not that he was afraid, for Tarzan knew nothing of
fear. The instinct of self-preservation gave him caution--that was
all. He took risks only when it seemed necessary, and then he would
hesitate at nothing.
His own method of fighting seemed best fitted to his build and
to his armament. His teeth, while strong and sharp, were, as
weapons of offense, pitifully inadequate by comparison with the
mighty fighting fangs of the anthropoids. By dancing about, just
out of reach of an antagonist, Tarzan could do infinite injury with
his long, sharp hunting knife, and at the same time escape many of
the painful and dangerous wounds which would be sure to follow his
falling into the clutches of a bull ape.
And so Taug charged and bellowed like a bull, and Tarzan of the
Apes danced lightly to this side and that, hurling jungle
billingsgate at his foe, the while he nicked him now and again with
his knife.
There were lulls in the fighting when the two would stand
panting for breath, facing each other, mustering their wits and
their forces for a new onslaught. It was during a pause such as
this that Taug chanced to let his eyes rove beyond his foeman.
Instantly the entire aspect of the ape altered. Rage left his
countenance to be supplanted by an expression of fear.
With a cry that every ape there recognized, Taug turned and
fled. No need to question him--his warning proclaimed the near
presence of their ancient enemy.
Tarzan started to seek safety, as did the other members of the
tribe, and as he did so he heard a panther's scream mingled with
the frightened cry of a she-ape. Taug heard, too; but he did not
pause in his flight.
With the ape-boy, however, it was different. He looked back to
see if any member of the tribe was close pressed by the beast of
prey, and the sight that met his eyes filled them with an
expression of horror.
Teeka it was who cried out in terror as she fled across a little
clearing toward the trees upon the opposite side, for after her
leaped Sheeta, the panther, in easy, graceful bounds. Sheeta
appeared to be in no hurry. His meat was assured, since even though
the ape reached the trees ahead of him she could not climb beyond
his clutches before he could be upon her.
Tarzan saw that Teeka must die. He cried to Taug and the other
bulls to hasten to Teeka's assistance, and at the same time he ran
toward the pursuing beast, taking down his rope as he came. Tarzan
knew that once the great bulls were aroused none of the jungle, not
even Numa, the lion, was anxious to measure fangs with them, and
that if all those of the tribe who chanced to be present today
would charge, Sheeta, the great cat, would doubtless turn tail and
run for his life.
Taug heard, as did the others, but no one came to Tarzan's
assistance or Teeka's rescue, and Sheeta was rapidly closing up the
distance between himself and his prey.
The ape-boy, leaping after the panther, cried aloud to the beast
in an effort to turn it from Teeka or otherwise distract its
attention until the she-ape could gain the safety of the higher
branches where Sheeta dared not go. He called the panther every
opprobrious name that fell to his tongue. He dared him to stop and
do battle with him; but Sheeta only loped on after the luscious
titbit now almost within his reach.
Tarzan was not far behind and he was gaining, but the distance
was so short that he scarce hoped to overhaul the carnivore before
it had felled Teeka. In his right hand the boy swung his grass rope
above his head as he ran. He hated to chance a miss, for the
distance was much greater than he ever had cast before except in
practice. It was the full length of his grass rope which separated
him from Sheeta, and yet there was no other thing to do. He could
not reach the brute's side before it overhauled Teeka. He must
chance a throw.
And just as Teeka sprang for the lower limb of a great tree, and
Sheeta rose behind her in a long, sinuous leap, the coils of the
ape-boy's grass rope shot swiftly through the air, straightening
into a long thin line as the open noose hovered for an instant
above the savage head and the snarling jaws. Then it settled--clean
and true about the tawny neck it settled, and Tarzan, with a quick
twist of his rope-hand, drew the noose taut, bracing himself for
the shock when Sheeta should have taken up the slack.
Just short of Teeka's glossy rump the cruel talons raked the air
as the rope tightened and Sheeta was brought to a sudden stop--a
stop that snapped the big beast over upon his back. Instantly
Sheeta was up--with glaring eyes, and lashing tail, and gaping
jaws, from which issued hideous cries of rage and
disappointment.
He saw the ape-boy, the cause of his discomfiture, scarce forty
feet before him, and Sheeta charged.
Teeka was safe now; Tarzan saw to that by a quick glance into
the tree whose safety she had gained not an instant too soon, and
Sheeta was charging. It was useless to risk his life in idle and
unequal combat from which no good could come; but could he escape a
battle with the enraged cat? And if he was forced to fight, what
chance had he to survive? Tarzan was constrained to admit that his
position was aught but a desirable one. The trees were too far to
hope to reach in time to elude the cat. Tarzan could but stand
facing that hideous charge. In his right hand he grasped his
hunting knife--a puny, futile thing indeed by comparison with the
great rows of mighty teeth which lined Sheeta's powerful jaws, and
the sharp talons encased within his padded paws; yet the young Lord
Greystoke faced it with the same courageous resignation with which
some fearless ancestor went down to defeat and death on Senlac Hill
by Hastings.
From safety points in the trees the great apes watched,
screaming hatred at Sheeta and advice at Tarzan, for the
progenitors of man have, naturally, many human traits. Teeka was
frightened. She screamed at the bulls to hasten to Tarzan's
assistance; but the bulls were otherwise engaged--principally in
giving advice and making faces. Anyway, Tarzan was not a real
Mangani, so why should they risk their lives in an effort to
protect him?
And now Sheeta was almost upon the lithe, naked body, and--the
body was not there. Quick as was the great cat, the ape-boy was
quicker. He leaped to one side almost as the panther's talons were
closing upon him, and as Sheeta went hurtling to the ground beyond,
Tarzan was racing for the safety of the nearest tree.
The panther recovered himself almost immediately and, wheeling,
tore after his prey, the ape-boy's rope dragging along the ground
behind him. In doubling back after Tarzan, Sheeta had passed around
a low bush. It was a mere nothing in the path of any jungle
creature of the size and weight of Sheeta--provided it had no
trailing rope dangling behind. But Sheeta was handicapped by such a
rope, and as he leaped once again after Tarzan of the Apes the rope
encircled the small bush, became tangled in it and brought the
panther to a sudden stop. An instant later Tarzan was safe among
the higher branches of a small tree into which Sheeta could not
follow him.
Here he perched, hurling twigs and epithets at the raging feline
beneath him. The other members of the tribe now took up the
bombardment, using such hard-shelled fruits and dead branches as
came within their reach, until Sheeta, goaded to frenzy and
snapping at the grass rope, finally succeeded in severing its
strands. For a moment the panther stood glaring first at one of his
tormentors and then at another, until, with a final scream of rage,
he turned and slunk off into the tangled mazes of the jungle.
A half hour later the tribe was again upon the ground, feeding
as though naught had occurred to interrupt the somber dullness of
their lives. Tarzan had recovered the greater part of his rope and
was busy fashioning a new noose, while Teeka squatted close behind
him, in evident token that her choice was made.
Taug eyed them sullenly. Once when he came close, Teeka bared
her fangs and growled at him, and Tarzan showed his canines in an
ugly snarl; but Taug did not provoke a quarrel. He seemed to accept
after the manner of his kind the decision of the she as an
indication that he had been vanquished in his battle for her
favors.
Later in the day, his rope repaired, Tarzan took to the trees in
search of game. More than his fellows he required meat, and so,
while they were satisfied with fruits and herbs and beetles, which
could be discovered without much effort upon their part, Tarzan
spent considerable time hunting the game animals whose flesh alone
satisfied the cravings of his stomach and furnished sustenance and
strength to the mighty thews which, day by day, were building
beneath the soft, smooth texture of his brown hide.
Taug saw him depart, and then, quite casually, the big beast
hunted closer and closer to Teeka in his search for food. At last
he was within a few feet of her, and when he shot a covert glance
at her he saw that she was appraising him and that there was no
evidence of anger upon her face.
Taug expanded his great chest and rolled about on his short
legs, making strange growlings in his throat. He raised his lips,
baring his fangs. My, but what great, beautiful fangs he had! Teeka
could not but notice them. She also let her eyes rest in admiration
upon Taug's beetling brows and his short, powerful neck. What a
beautiful creature he was indeed!
Taug, flattered by the unconcealed admiration in her eyes,
strutted about, as proud and as vain as a peacock. Presently he
began to inventory his assets, mentally, and shortly he found
himself comparing them with those of his rival.
Taug grunted, for there was no comparison. How could one compare
his beautiful coat with the smooth and naked hideousness of
Tarzan's bare hide? Who could see beauty in the stingy nose of the
Tarmangani after looking at Taug's broad nostrils? And Tarzan's
eyes! Hideous things, showing white about them, and entirely
unrimmed with red. Taug knew that his own blood-shot eyes were
beautiful, for he had seen them reflected in the glassy surface of
many a drinking pool.
The bull drew nearer to Teeka, finally squatting close against
her. When Tarzan returned from his hunting a short time later it
was to see Teeka contentedly scratching the back of his rival.
Tarzan was disgusted. Neither Taug nor Teeka saw him as he swung
through the trees into the glade. He paused a moment, looking at
them; then, with a sorrowful grimace, he turned and faded away into
the labyrinth of leafy boughs and festooned moss out of which he
had come.
Tarzan wished to be as far away from the cause of his heartache
as he could. He was suffering the first pangs of blighted love, and
he didn't quite know what was the matter with him. He thought that
he was angry with Taug, and so he couldn't understand why it was
that he had run away instead of rushing into mortal combat with the
destroyer of his happiness.
He also thought that he was angry with Teeka, yet a vision of
her many beauties persisted in haunting him, so that he could only
see her in the light of love as the most desirable thing in the
world.
The ape-boy craved affection. From babyhood until the time of
her death, when the poisoned arrow of Kulonga had pierced her
savage heart, Kala had represented to the English boy the sole
object of love which he had known.
In her wild, fierce way Kala had loved her adopted son, and
Tarzan had returned that love, though the outward demonstrations of
it were no greater than might have been expected from any other
beast of the jungle. It was not until he was bereft of her that the
boy realized how deep had been his attachment for his mother, for
as such he looked upon her.
In Teeka he had seen within the past few hours a substitute for
Kala--someone to fight for and to hunt for--someone to caress; but
now his dream was shattered. Something hurt within his breast. He
placed his hand over his heart and wondered what had happened to
him. Vaguely he attributed his pain to Teeka. The more he thought
of Teeka as he had last seen her, caressing Taug, the more the
thing within his breast hurt him.
Tarzan shook his head and growled; then on and on through the
jungle he swung, and the farther he traveled and the more he
thought upon his wrongs, the nearer he approached becoming an
irreclaimable misogynist.
Two days later he was still hunting alone--very morose and very
unhappy; but he was determined never to return to the tribe. He
could not bear the thought of seeing Taug and Teeka always
together. As he swung upon a great limb Numa, the lion, and Sabor,
the lioness, passed beneath him, side by side, and Sabor leaned
against the lion and bit playfully at his cheek. It was a
half-caress. Tarzan sighed and hurled a nut at them.
Later he came upon several of Mbonga's black warriors. He was
upon the point of dropping his noose about the neck of one of them,
who was a little distance from his companions, when he became
interested in the thing which occupied the savages. They were
building a cage in the trail and covering it with leafy branches.
When they had completed their work the structure was scarcely
visible.
Tarzan wondered what the purpose of the thing might be, and why,
when they had built it, they turned away and started back along the
trail in the direction of their village.
It had been some time since Tarzan had visited the blacks and
looked down from the shelter of the great trees which overhung
their palisade upon the activities of his enemies, from among whom
had come the slayer of Kala.
Although he hated them, Tarzan derived considerable
entertainment in watching them at their daily life within the
village, and especially at their dances, when the fires glared
against their naked bodies as they leaped and turned and twisted in
mimic warfare. It was rather in the hope of witnessing something of
the kind that he now followed the warriors back toward their
village, but in this he was disappointed, for there was no dance
that night.
Instead, from the safe concealment of his tree, Tarzan saw
little groups seated about tiny fires discussing the events of the
day, and in the darker corners of the village he descried isolated
couples talking and laughing together, and always one of each
couple was a young man and the other a young woman.
Tarzan cocked his head upon one side and thought, and before he
went to sleep that night, curled in the crotch of the great tree
above the village, Teeka filled his mind, and afterward she filled
his dreams--she and the young black men laughing and talking with
the young black women.
Taug, hunting alone, had wandered some distance from the balance
of the tribe. He was making his way slowly along an elephant path
when he discovered that it was blocked with undergrowth. Now Taug,
come into maturity, was an evil-natured brute of an exceeding short
temper. When something thwarted him, his sole idea was to overcome
it by brute strength and ferocity, and so now when he found his way
blocked, he tore angrily into the leafy screen and an instant later
found himself within a strange lair, his progress effectually
blocked, notwithstanding his most violent efforts to forge
ahead.
Biting and striking at the barrier, Taug finally worked himself
into a frightful rage, but all to no avail; and at last he became
convinced that he must turn back. But when he would have done so,
what was his chagrin to discover that another barrier had dropped
behind him while he fought to break down the one before him! Taug
was trapped. Until exhaustion overcame him he fought frantically
for his freedom; but all for naught.
In the morning a party of blacks set out from the village of
Mbonga in the direction of the trap they had constructed the
previous day, while among the branches of the trees above them
hovered a naked young giant filled with the curiosity of the wild
things. Manu, the monkey, chattered and scolded as Tarzan passed,
and though he was not afraid of the familiar figure of the ape-boy,
he hugged closer to him the little brown body of his life's
companion. Tarzan laughed as he saw it; but the laugh was followed
by a sudden clouding of his face and a deep sigh.
A little farther on, a gaily feathered bird strutted about
before the admiring eyes of his somber-hued mate. It seemed to
Tarzan that everything in the jungle was combining to remind him
that he had lost Teeka; yet every day of his life he had seen these
same things and thought nothing of them.
When the blacks reached the trap, Taug set up a great commotion.
Seizing the bars of his prison, he shook them frantically, and all
the while he roared and growled terrifically. The blacks were
elated, for while they had not built their trap for this hairy tree
man, they were delighted with their catch.
Tarzan pricked up his ears when he heard the voice of a great
ape and, circling quickly until he was down wind from the trap, he
sniffed at the air in search of the scent spoor of the prisoner.
Nor was it long before there came to those delicate nostrils the
familiar odor that told Tarzan the identity of the captive as
unerringly as though he had looked upon Taug with his eyes. Yes, it
was Taug, and he was alone.
Tarzan grinned as he approached to discover what the blacks
would do to their prisoner. Doubtless they would slay him at once.
Again Tarzan grinned. Now he could have Teeka for his own, with
none to dispute his right to her. As he watched, he saw the black
warriors strip the screen from about the cage, fasten ropes to it
and drag it away along the trail in the direction of their
village.
Tarzan watched until his rival passed out of sight, still
beating upon the bars of his prison and growling out his anger and
his threats. Then the ape-boy turned and swung rapidly off in
search of the tribe, and Teeka.
Once, upon the journey, he surprised Sheeta and his family in a
little overgrown clearing. The great cat lay stretched upon the
ground, while his mate, one paw across her lord's savage face,
licked at the soft white fur at his throat.
Tarzan increased his speed then until he fairly flew through the
forest, nor was it long before he came upon the tribe. He saw them
before they saw him, for of all the jungle creatures, none passed
more quietly than Tarzan of the Apes. He saw Kamma and her mate
feeding side by side, their hairy bodies rubbing against each
other. And he saw Teeka feeding by herself. Not for long would she
feed thus in loneliness, thought Tarzan, as with a bound he landed
amongst them.
There was a startled rush and a chorus of angry and frightened
snarls, for Tarzan had surprised them; but there was more, too,
than mere nervous shock to account for the bristling neck hair
which remained standing long after the apes had discovered the
identity of the newcomer.
Tarzan noticed this as he had noticed it many times in the
past--that always his sudden coming among them left them nervous
and unstrung for a considerable time, and that they one and all
found it necessary to satisfy themselves that he was indeed Tarzan
by smelling about him a half dozen or more times before they calmed
down.
Pushing through them, he made his way toward Teeka; but as he
approached her the ape drew away.
"Teeka," he said, "it is Tarzan. You belong to Tarzan. I have
come for you."
The ape drew closer, looking him over carefully. Finally she
sniffed at him, as though to make assurance doubly sure.
"Where is Taug?" she asked.
"The Gomangani have him," replied Tarzan. "They will kill
him."
In the eyes of the she, Tarzan saw a wistful expression and a
troubled look of sorrow as he told her of Taug's fate; but she came
quite close and snuggled against him, and Tarzan, Lord Greystoke,
put his arm about her.
As he did so he noticed, with a start, the strange incongruity
of that smooth, brown arm against the black and hairy coat of his
lady-love. He recalled the paw of Sheeta's mate across Sheeta's
face--no incongruity there. He thought of little Manu hugging his
she, and how the one seemed to belong to the other. Even the proud
male bird, with his gay plumage, bore a close resemblance to his
quieter spouse, while Numa, but for his shaggy mane, was almost a
counterpart of Sabor, the lioness. The males and the females
differed, it was true; but not with such differences as existed
between Tarzan and Teeka.
Tarzan was puzzled. There was something wrong. His arm dropped
from the shoulder of Teeka. Very slowly he drew away from her. She
looked at him with her head cocked upon one side. Tarzan rose to
his full height and beat upon his breast with his fists. He raised
his head toward the heavens and opened his mouth. From the depths
of his lungs rose the fierce, weird challenge of the victorious
bull ape. The tribe turned curiously to eye him. He had killed
nothing, nor was there any antagonist to be goaded to madness by
the savage scream. No, there was no excuse for it, and they turned
back to their feeding, but with an eye upon the ape-man lest he be
preparing to suddenly run amuck.
As they watched him they saw him swing into a near-by tree and
disappear from sight. Then they forgot him, even Teeka.
Mbonga's black warriors, sweating beneath their strenuous task,
and resting often, made slow progress toward their village. Always
the savage beast in the primitive cage growled and roared when they
moved him. He beat upon the bars and slavered at the mouth. His
noise was hideous.
They had almost completed their journey and were making their
final rest before forging ahead to gain the clearing in which lay
their village. A few more minutes would have taken them out of the
forest, and then, doubtless, the thing would not have happened
which did happen.
A silent figure moved through the trees above them. Keen eyes
inspected the cage and counted the number of warriors. An alert and
daring brain figured upon the chances of success when a certain
plan should be put to the test.
Tarzan watched the blacks lolling in the shade. They were
exhausted. Already several of them slept. He crept closer, pausing
just above them. Not a leaf rustled before his stealthy advance. He
waited in the infinite patience of the beast of prey. Presently but
two of the warriors remained awake, and one of these was
dozing.
Tarzan of the Apes gathered himself, and as he did so the black
who did not sleep arose and passed around to the rear of the cage.
The ape-boy followed just above his head. Taug was eyeing the
warrior and emitting low growls. Tarzan feared that the anthropoid
would awaken the sleepers.
In a whisper which was inaudible to the ears of the Negro,
Tarzan whispered Taug's name, cautioning the ape to silence, and
Taug's growling ceased.
The black approached the rear of the cage and examined the
fastenings of the door, and as he stood there the beast above him
launched itself from the tree full upon his back. Steel fingers
circled his throat, choking the cry which sprang to the lips of the
terrified man. Strong teeth fastened themselves in his shoulder,
and powerful legs wound themselves about his torso.
The black in a frenzy of terror tried to dislodge the silent
thing which clung to him. He threw himself to the ground and rolled
about; but still those mighty fingers closed more and more tightly
their deadly grip.
The man's mouth gaped wide, his swollen tongue protruded, his
eyes started from their sockets; but the relentless fingers only
increased their pressure.
Taug was a silent witness of the struggle. In his fierce little
brain he doubtless wondered what purpose prompted Tarzan to attack
the black. Taug had not forgotten his recent battle with the
ape-boy, nor the cause of it. Now he saw the form of the Gomangani
suddenly go limp. There was a convulsive shiver and the man lay
still.
Tarzan sprang from his prey and ran to the door of the cage.
With nimble fingers he worked rapidly at the thongs which held the
door in place. Taug could only watch--he could not help. Presently
Tarzan pushed the thing up a couple of feet and Taug crawled out.
The ape would have turned upon the sleeping blacks that he might
wreak his pent vengeance; but Tarzan would not permit it.
Instead, the ape-boy dragged the body of the black within the
cage and propped it against the side bars. Then he lowered the door
and made fast the thongs as they had been before.
A happy smile lighted his features as he worked, for one of his
principal diversions was the baiting of the blacks of Mbonga's
village. He could imagine their terror when they awoke and found
the dead body of their comrade fast in the cage where they had left
the great ape safely secured but a few minutes before.
Tarzan and Taug took to the trees together, the shaggy coat of
the fierce ape brushing the sleek skin of the English lordling as
they passed through the primeval jungle side by side.
"Go back to Teeka," said Tarzan. "She is yours. Tarzan does not
want her."
"Tarzan has found another she?" asked Taug.
The ape-boy shrugged.
"For the Gomangani there is another Gomangani," he said; "for
Numa, the lion, there is Sabor, the lioness; for Sheeta there is a
she of his own kind; for Bara, the deer; for Manu, the monkey; for
all the beasts and the birds of the jungle is there a mate. Only
for Tarzan of the Apes is there none. Taug is an ape. Teeka is an
ape. Go back to Teeka. Tarzan is a man. He will go alone."