id not know which medicine was the better.
"What does your magic tell you?" he asked of Rabba Kega.

"I, too, see him," screamed Rabba Kega; "but he is not where Bukawai
says he is. He is dead at the bottom of the river."

At this Momaya commenced to howl loudly.

Tarzan had followed the spoor of the old man, the two hyenas, and the
little black boy to the mouth of the cave in the rocky canon between
the two hills. Here he paused a moment before the sapling barrier
which Bukawai had set up, listening to the snarls and growls which came
faintly from the far recesses of the cavern.

Presently, mingled with the beastly cries, there came faintly to the
keen ears of the ape-man, the agonized moan of a child. No longer did
Tarzan hesitate. Hurling the door aside, he sprang into the dark
opening. Narrow and black was the corridor; but long use of his eyes
in the Stygian blackness of the jungle nights had given to the ape-man
something of the nocturnal visionary powers of the wild things with
which he had consorted since babyhood.

He moved rapidly and yet with caution, for the place was dark,
unfamiliar and winding. As he advanced, he heard more and more loudly
the savage snarls of the two hyenas, mingled with the scraping and
scratching of their paws upon wood. The moans of a child grew in
volume, and Tarzan recognized in them the voice of the little black boy
he once had sought to adopt as his balu.

There was no hysteria in the ape-man's advance. Too accustomed was he
to the passing of life in the jungle to be greatly wrought even by the
death of one whom he knew; but the lust for battle spurred him on. He
was only a wild beast at heart and his wild beast's heart beat high in
anticipation of conflict.

In the rocky chamber of the hill's center, little Tibo crouched low
against the wall as far from the hunger-crazed beasts as he could drag
himself. He saw the lattice giving to the frantic clawing of the
hyenas. He knew that in a few minutes his little life would flicker
out horribly beneath the rending, yellow fangs of these loathsome
creatures.

Beneath the buffetings of the powerful bodies, the lattice sagged
inward, until, with a crash it gave way, letting the carnivora in upon
the boy. Tibo cast one affrighted glance toward them, then closed his
eyes and buried his face in his arms, sobbing piteously.

For a moment the hyenas paused, caution and cowardice holding them from
their prey. They stood