ed hideously. Momaya was determined to give all that Bukawai
asked if she could do no better, but haggling is second nature to black
barterers, and in the end it partly repaid her, for a compromise
finally was reached which included three fat goats, a new sleeping mat,
and a piece of copper wire.

"Come back tonight," said Bukawai, "when the moon is two hours in the
sky. Then will I make the strong medicine which shall bring Tibo back
to you. Bring with you the three fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and
the piece of copper wire the length of a large man's forearm."

"I cannot bring them," said Momaya. "You will have to come after them.
When you have restored Tibo to me, you shall have them all at the
village of Mbonga."

Bukawai shook his head.

"I will make no medicine," he said, "until I have the goats and the mat
and the copper wire."

Momaya pleaded and threatened, but all to no avail. Finally, she
turned away and started off through the jungle toward the village of
Mbonga. How she could get three goats and a sleeping mat out of the
village and through the jungle to the cave of Bukawai, she did not
know, but that she would do it somehow she was quite positive--she
would do it or die. Tibo must be restored to her.

Tarzan coming lazily through the jungle with little Go-bu-balu, caught
the scent of Bara, the deer. Tarzan hungered for the flesh of Bara.
Naught tickled his palate so greatly; but to stalk Bara with Go-bu-balu
at his heels, was out of the question, so he hid the child in the
crotch of a tree where the thick foliage screened him from view, and
set off swiftly and silently upon the spoor of Bara.

Tibo alone was more terrified than Tibo even among the apes. Real and
apparent dangers are less disconcerting than those which we imagine,
and only the gods of his people knew how much Tibo imagined.

He had been but a short time in his hiding place when he heard
something approaching through the jungle. He crouched closer to the
limb upon which he lay and prayed that Tarzan would return quickly.
His wide eyes searched the jungle in the direction of the moving
creature.

What if it was a leopard that had caught his scent! It would be upon
him in a minute. Hot tears flowed from the large eyes of little Tibo.
The curtain of jungle foliage rustled close at hand. The thing was but
a few paces from his tree! His eyes fairly popped from his black face
as he watched for the appearance of the dread