for the boy had told her all that he had suffered at the hands
of the cruel old man; but Bukawai was no longer there--he had required
no recourse to black art to assure him that the vicinity of Momaya
would be no healthful place for him after Tibo had told his story, and
now he was running through the jungle as fast as his old legs would
carry him toward the distant lair where he knew no black would dare
pursue him.

Tarzan, too, had vanished, as he had a way of doing, to the
mystification of the blacks. Then Momaya's eyes lighted upon Rabba
Kega. The village witch-doctor saw something in those eyes of hers
which boded no good to him, and backed away.

"So my Tibo is dead at the bottom of the river, is he?" the woman
shrieked. "And he's far away and alone and in great danger, is he?
Magic!" The scorn which Momaya crowded into that single word would have
done credit to a Thespian of the first magnitude. "Magic, indeed!" she
screamed. "Momaya will show you some magic of her own," and with that
she seized upon a broken limb and struck Rabba Kega across the head.
With a howl of pain, the man turned and fled, Momaya pursuing him and
beating him across the shoulders, through the gateway and up the length
of the village street, to the intense amusement of the warriors, the
women, and the children who were so fortunate as to witness the
spectacle, for one and all feared Rabba Kega, and to fear is to hate.

Thus it was that to his host of passive enemies, Tarzan of the Apes
added that day two active foes, both of whom remained awake long into
the night planning means of revenge upon the white devil-god who had
brought them into ridicule and disrepute, but with their most
malevolent schemings was mingled a vein of real fear and awe that would
not down.

Young Lord Greystoke did not know that they planned against him, nor,
knowing, would have cared. He slept as well that night as he did on
any other night, and though there was no roof above him, and no doors
to lock against intruders, he slept much better than his noble relative
in England, who had eaten altogether too much lobster and drank too
much wine at dinner that night.

7

The End of Bukawai

WHEN TARZAN OF the Apes was still but a boy he had learned, among other
things, to fashion pliant ropes of fibrous jungle grass. Strong and
tough were the ropes of Tarzan, the little Tarmangani. Tublat, his
foster fa