the tent by this avenue.

Tarzan was not long in following the way that his prey had fled. The
spoor led always in the shadow and at the rear of the huts and tents of
the village--it was quite evident to Tarzan that the Belgian had gone
alone and secretly upon his mission. Evidently he feared the
inhabitants of the village, or at least his work had been of such a
nature that he dared not risk detection.

At the back of a native hut the spoor led through a small hole recently
cut in the brush wall and into the dark interior beyond. Fearlessly,
Tarzan followed the trail. On hands and knees, he crawled through the
small aperture. Within the hut his nostrils were assailed by many
odors; but clear and distinct among them was one that half aroused a
latent memory of the past--it was the faint and delicate odor of a
woman. With the cognizance of it there rose in the breast of the
ape-man a strange uneasiness--the result of an irresistible force which
he was destined to become acquainted with anew--the instinct which
draws the male to his mate.

In the same hut was the scent spoor of the Belgian, too, and as both
these assailed the nostrils of the ape-man, mingling one with the
other, a jealous rage leaped and burned within him, though his memory
held before the mirror of recollection no image of the she to which he
had attached his desire.

Like the tent he had investigated, the hut, too, was empty, and after
satisfying himself that his stolen pouch was secreted nowhere within,
he left, as he had entered, by the hole in the rear wall.

Here he took up the spoor of the Belgian, followed it across the
clearing, over the palisade, and out into the dark jungle beyond.

15

The Flight of Werper

After Werper had arranged the dummy in his bed, and sneaked out into
the darkness of the village beneath the rear wall of his tent, he had
gone directly to the hut in which Jane Clayton was held captive.

Before the doorway squatted a black sentry. Werper approached him
boldly, spoke a few words in his ear, handed him a package of tobacco,
and passed into the hut. The black grinned and winked as the European
disappeared within the darkness of the interior.

The Belgian, being one of Achmet Zek's principal lieutenants, might
naturally go where he wished within or without the village, and so the
sentry had not questioned his right to enter the hut with the white,
woman prisoner.

Within, Werper called in French a