, their greatest fears became
convictions in the light of the evidence about them.

Remnants of human dead, half devoured by prowling hyenas and others of
the carnivora which infested the region, lay rotting upon the ground,
and among the corpses remained sufficient remnants of their clothing
and ornaments to make clear to Basuli the frightful story of the
disaster that had befallen his master's house.

"The Arabs," he said, as his men clustered about him.

The Waziri gazed about in mute rage for several minutes. Everywhere
they encountered only further evidence of the ruthlessness of the cruel
enemy that had come during the Great Bwana's absence and laid waste his
property.

"What did they with 'Lady'?" asked one of the blacks.

They had always called Lady Greystoke thus.

"The women they would have taken with them," said Basuli. "Our women
and his."

A giant black raised his spear above his head, and gave voice to a
savage cry of rage and hate. The others followed his example. Basuli
silenced them with a gesture.

"This is no time for useless noises of the mouth," he said. "The Great
Bwana has taught us that it is acts by which things are done, not
words. Let us save our breath--we shall need it all to follow up the
Arabs and slay them. If 'Lady' and our women live the greater the need
of haste, and warriors cannot travel fast upon empty lungs."

From the shelter of the reeds along the river, Werper and Tarzan
watched the blacks. They saw them dig a trench with their knives and
fingers. They saw them lay their yellow burdens in it and scoop the
overturned earth back over the tops of the ingots.

Tarzan seemed little interested, after Werper had assured him that that
which they buried was not good to eat; but Werper was intensely
interested. He would have given much had he had his own followers with
him, that he might take away the treasure as soon as the blacks left,
for he was sure that they would leave this scene of desolation and
death as soon as possible.

The treasure buried, the blacks removed themselves a short distance up
wind from the fetid corpses, where they made camp, that they might rest
before setting out in pursuit of the Arabs. It was already dusk.
Werper and Tarzan sat devouring some pieces of meat they had brought
from their last camp. The Belgian was occupied with his plans for the
immediate future. He was positive that the Waziri would pursue Achmet
Zek, for he knew enoug