<h2><SPAN name="chap07"></SPAN>CHAPTER VII.<br/> Betrayed</h2>
<p>The two savages, Kaviri and Mugambi, squatting before the entrance to
Kaviri’s hut, looked at one another—Kaviri with ill-concealed
alarm.</p>
<p>“What is it?” he whispered.</p>
<p>“It is Bwana Tarzan and his people,” replied Mugambi. “But
what they are doing I know not, unless it be that they are devouring your
people who ran away.”</p>
<p>Kaviri shuddered and rolled his eyes fearfully toward the jungle. In all his
long life in the savage forest he had never heard such an awful, fearsome din.</p>
<p>Closer and closer came the sounds, and now with them were mingled the terrified
shrieks of women and children and of men. For twenty long minutes the
blood-curdling cries continued, until they seemed but a stone’s throw
from the palisade. Kaviri rose to flee, but Mugambi seized and held him, for
such had been the command of Tarzan.</p>
<p>A moment later a horde of terrified natives burst from the jungle, racing
toward the shelter of their huts. Like frightened sheep they ran, and behind
them, driving them as sheep might be driven, came Tarzan and Sheeta and the
hideous apes of Akut.</p>
<p>Presently Tarzan stood before Kaviri, the old quiet smile upon his lips.</p>
<p>“Your people have returned, my brother,” he said, “and now
you may select those who are to accompany me and paddle my canoe.”</p>
<p>Tremblingly Kaviri tottered to his feet, calling to his people to come from
their huts; but none responded to his summons.</p>
<p>“Tell them,” suggested Tarzan, “that if they do not come I
shall send my people in after them.”</p>
<p>Kaviri did as he was bid, and in an instant the entire population of the
village came forth, their wide and frightened eyes rolling from one to another
of the savage creatures that wandered about the village street.</p>
<p>Quickly Kaviri designated a dozen warriors to accompany Tarzan. The poor
fellows went almost white with terror at the prospect of close contact with the
panther and the apes in the narrow confines of the canoes; but when Kaviri
explained to them that there was no escape—that Bwana Tarzan would pursue
them with his grim horde should they attempt to run away from the
duty—they finally went gloomily down to the river and took their places
in the canoe.</p>
<p>It was with a sigh of relief that their chieftain saw the party disappear about
a headland a short distance up-river.</p>
<p>For three days the strange company continued farther and farther into the heart
of the savage country that lies on either side of the almost unexplored Ugambi.
Three of the twelve warriors deserted during that time; but as several of the
apes had finally learned the secret of the paddles, Tarzan felt no dismay
because of the loss.</p>
<p>As a matter of fact, he could have travelled much more rapidly on shore, but he
believed that he could hold his own wild crew together to better advantage by
keeping them to the boat as much as possible. Twice a day they landed to hunt
and feed, and at night they slept upon the bank of the mainland or on one of
the numerous little islands that dotted the river.</p>
<p>Before them the natives fled in alarm, so that they found only deserted
villages in their path as they proceeded. Tarzan was anxious to get in touch
with some of the savages who dwelt upon the river’s banks, but so far he
had been unable to do so.</p>
<p>Finally he decided to take to the land himself, leaving his company to follow
after him by boat. He explained to Mugambi the thing that he had in mind, and
told Akut to follow the directions of the black.</p>
<p>“I will join you again in a few days,” he said. “Now I go
ahead to learn what has become of the very bad white man whom I seek.”</p>
<p>At the next halt Tarzan took to the shore, and was soon lost to the view of his
people.</p>
<p>The first few villages he came to were deserted, showing that news of the
coming of his pack had travelled rapidly; but toward evening he came upon a
distant cluster of thatched huts surrounded by a rude palisade, within which
were a couple of hundred natives.</p>
<p>The women were preparing the evening meal as Tarzan of the Apes poised above
them in the branches of a giant tree which overhung the palisade at one point.</p>
<p>The ape-man was at a loss as to how he might enter into communication with
these people without either frightening them or arousing their savage love of
battle. He had no desire to fight now, for he was upon a much more important
mission than that of battling with every chance tribe that he should happen to
meet with.</p>
<p>At last he hit upon a plan, and after seeing that he was concealed from the
view of those below, he gave a few hoarse grunts in imitation of a panther. All
eyes immediately turned upward toward the foliage above.</p>
<p>It was growing dark, and they could not penetrate the leafy screen which
shielded the ape-man from their view. The moment that he had won their
attention he raised his voice to the shriller and more hideous scream of the
beast he personated, and then, scarce stirring a leaf in his descent, dropped
to the ground once again outside the palisade, and, with the speed of a deer,
ran quickly round to the village gate.</p>
<p>Here he beat upon the fibre-bound saplings of which the barrier was
constructed, shouting to the natives in their own tongue that he was a friend
who wished food and shelter for the night.</p>
<p>Tarzan knew well the nature of the black man. He was aware that the grunting
and screaming of Sheeta in the tree above them would set their nerves on edge,
and that his pounding upon their gate after dark would still further add to
their terror.</p>
<p>That they did not reply to his hail was no surprise, for natives are fearful of
any voice that comes out of the night from beyond their palisades, attributing
it always to some demon or other ghostly visitor; but still he continued to
call.</p>
<p>“Let me in, my friends!” he cried. “I am a white man pursuing
the very bad white man who passed this way a few days ago. I follow to punish
him for the sins he has committed against you and me.</p>
<p>“If you doubt my friendship, I will prove it to you by going into the
tree above your village and driving Sheeta back into the jungle before he leaps
among you. If you will not promise to take me in and treat me as a friend I
shall let Sheeta stay and devour you.”</p>
<p>For a moment there was silence. Then the voice of an old man came out of the
quiet of the village street.</p>
<p>“If you are indeed a white man and a friend, we will let you come in; but
first you must drive Sheeta away.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” replied Tarzan. “Listen, and you shall hear
Sheeta fleeing before me.”</p>
<p>The ape-man returned quickly to the tree, and this time he made a great noise
as he entered the branches, at the same time growling ominously after the
manner of the panther, so that those below would believe that the great beast
was still there.</p>
<p>When he reached a point well above the village street he made a great
commotion, shaking the tree violently, crying aloud to the panther to flee or
be killed, and punctuating his own voice with the screams and mouthings of an
angry beast.</p>
<p>Presently he raced toward the opposite side of the tree and off into the
jungle, pounding loudly against the boles of trees as he went, and voicing the
panther’s diminishing growls as he drew farther and farther away from the
village.</p>
<p>A few minutes later he returned to the village gate, calling to the natives
within.</p>
<p>“I have driven Sheeta away,” he said. “Now come and admit me
as you promised.”</p>
<p>For a time there was the sound of excited discussion within the palisade, but
at length a half-dozen warriors came and opened the gates, peering anxiously
out in evident trepidation as to the nature of the creature which they should
find waiting there. They were not much relieved at sight of an almost naked
white man; but when Tarzan had reassured them in quiet tones, protesting his
friendship for them, they opened the barrier a trifle farther and admitted him.</p>
<p>When the gates had been once more secured the self-confidence of the savages
returned, and as Tarzan walked up the village street toward the chief’s
hut he was surrounded by a host of curious men, women, and children.</p>
<p>From the chief he learned that Rokoff had passed up the river a week previous,
and that he had horns growing from his forehead, and was accompanied by a
thousand devils. Later the chief said that the very bad white man had remained
a month in his village.</p>
<p>Though none of these statements agreed with Kaviri’s, that the Russian
was but three days gone from the chieftain’s village and that his
following was much smaller than now stated, Tarzan was in no manner surprised
at the discrepancies, for he was quite familiar with the savage mind’s
strange manner of functioning.</p>
<p>What he was most interested in knowing was that he was upon the right trail,
and that it led toward the interior. In this circumstance he knew that Rokoff
could never escape him.</p>
<p>After several hours of questioning and cross-questioning the ape-man learned
that another party had preceded the Russian by several days—three
whites—a man, a woman, and a little man-child, with several Mosulas.</p>
<p>Tarzan explained to the chief that his people would follow him in a canoe,
probably the next day, and that though he might go on ahead of them the chief
was to receive them kindly and have no fear of them, for Mugambi would see that
they did not harm the chief’s people, if they were accorded a friendly
reception.</p>
<p>“And now,” he concluded, “I shall lie down beneath this tree
and sleep. I am very tired. Permit no one to disturb me.”</p>
<p>The chief offered him a hut, but Tarzan, from past experience of native
dwellings, preferred the open air, and, further, he had plans of his own that
could be better carried out if he remained beneath the tree. He gave as his
reason a desire to be close at hand should Sheeta return, and after this
explanation the chief was very glad to permit him to sleep beneath the tree.</p>
<p>Tarzan had always found that it stood him in good stead to leave with natives
the impression that he was to some extent possessed of more or less miraculous
powers. He might easily have entered their village without recourse to the
gates, but he believed that a sudden and unaccountable disappearance when he
was ready to leave them would result in a more lasting impression upon their
childlike minds, and so as soon as the village was quiet in sleep he rose, and,
leaping into the branches of the tree above him, faded silently into the black
mystery of the jungle night.</p>
<p>All the balance of that night the ape-man swung rapidly through the upper and
middle terraces of the forest. When the going was good there he preferred the
upper branches of the giant trees, for then his way was better lighted by the
moon; but so accustomed were all his senses to the grim world of his birth that
it was possible for him, even in the dense, black shadows near the ground, to
move with ease and rapidity. You or I walking beneath the arcs of Main Street,
or Broadway, or State Street, could not have moved more surely or with a tenth
the speed of the agile ape-man through the gloomy mazes that would have baffled
us entirely.</p>
<p>At dawn he stopped to feed, and then he slept for several hours, taking up the
pursuit again toward noon.</p>
<p>Twice he came upon natives, and, though he had considerable difficulty in
approaching them, he succeeded in each instance in quieting both their fears
and bellicose intentions toward him, and learned from them that he was upon the
trail of the Russian.</p>
<p>Two days later, still following up the Ugambi, he came upon a large village.
The chief, a wicked-looking fellow with the sharp-filed teeth that often denote
the cannibal, received him with apparent friendliness.</p>
<p>The ape-man was now thoroughly fatigued, and had determined to rest for eight
or ten hours that he might be fresh and strong when he caught up with Rokoff,
as he was sure he must do within a very short time.</p>
<p>The chief told him that the bearded white man had left his village only the
morning before, and that doubtless he would be able to overtake him in a short
time. The other party the chief had not seen or heard of, so he said.</p>
<p>Tarzan did not like the appearance or manner of the fellow, who seemed, though
friendly enough, to harbour a certain contempt for this half-naked white man
who came with no followers and offered no presents; but he needed the rest and
food that the village would afford him with less effort than the jungle, and
so, as he knew no fear of man, beast, or devil, he curled himself up in the
shadow of a hut and was soon asleep.</p>
<p>Scarcely had he left the chief than the latter called two of his warriors, to
whom he whispered a few instructions. A moment later the sleek, black bodies
were racing along the river path, up-stream, toward the east.</p>
<p>In the village the chief maintained perfect quiet. He would permit no one to
approach the sleeping visitor, nor any singing, nor loud talking. He was
remarkably solicitous lest his guest be disturbed.</p>
<p>Three hours later several canoes came silently into view from up the Ugambi.
They were being pushed ahead rapidly by the brawny muscles of their black
crews. Upon the bank before the river stood the chief, his spear raised in a
horizontal position above his head, as though in some manner of predetermined
signal to those within the boats.</p>
<p>And such indeed was the purpose of his attitude—which meant that the
white stranger within his village still slept peacefully.</p>
<p>In the bows of two of the canoes were the runners that the chief had sent forth
three hours earlier. It was evident that they had been dispatched to follow and
bring back this party, and that the signal from the bank was one that had been
determined upon before they left the village.</p>
<p>In a few moments the dugouts drew up to the verdure-clad bank. The native
warriors filed out, and with them a half-dozen white men. Sullen, ugly-looking
customers they were, and none more so than the evil-faced, black-bearded man
who commanded them.</p>
<p>“Where is the white man your messengers report to be with you?” he
asked of the chief.</p>
<p>“This way, bwana,” replied the native. “Carefully have I kept
silence in the village that he might be still asleep when you returned. I do
not know that he is one who seeks you to do you harm, but he questioned me
closely about your coming and your going, and his appearance is as that of the
one you described, but whom you believed safe in the country which you called
Jungle Island.</p>
<p>“Had you not told me this tale I should not have recognized him, and then
he might have gone after and slain you. If he is a friend and no enemy, then no
harm has been done, bwana; but if he proves to be an enemy, I should like very
much to have a rifle and some ammunition.”</p>
<p>“You have done well,” replied the white man, “and you shall
have the rifle and ammunition whether he be a friend or enemy, provided that
you stand with me.”</p>
<p>“I shall stand with you, bwana,” said the chief, “and now
come and look upon the stranger, who sleeps within my village.”</p>
<p>So saying, he turned and led the way toward the hut, in the shadow of which the
unconscious Tarzan slept peacefully.</p>
<p>Behind the two men came the remaining whites and a score of warriors; but the
raised forefingers of the chief and his companion held them all to perfect
silence.</p>
<p>As they turned the corner of the hut, cautiously and upon tiptoe, an ugly smile
touched the lips of the white as his eyes fell upon the giant figure of the
sleeping ape-man.</p>
<p>The chief looked at the other inquiringly. The latter nodded his head, to
signify that the chief had made no mistake in his suspicions. Then he turned to
those behind him and, pointing to the sleeping man, motioned for them to seize
and bind him.</p>
<p>A moment later a dozen brutes had leaped upon the surprised Tarzan, and so
quickly did they work that he was securely bound before he could make half an
effort to escape.</p>
<p>Then they threw him down upon his back, and as his eyes turned toward the crowd
that stood near, they fell upon the malign face of Nikolas Rokoff.</p>
<p>A sneer curled the Russian’s lips. He stepped quite close to Tarzan.</p>
<p>“Pig!” he cried. “Have you not learned sufficient wisdom to
keep away from Nikolas Rokoff?”</p>
<p>Then he kicked the prostrate man full in the face.</p>
<p>“That for your welcome,” he said.</p>
<p>“Tonight, before my Ethiop friends eat you, I shall tell you what has
already befallen your wife and child, and what further plans I have for their
futures.”</p>
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