of them. They moved cautiously and in silence, taking advantage
of shelter, as men do who are stalking man.





Chapter 10

Through the Valley of the Shadow




As Tarzan walked down the wild canon beneath the brilliant African
moon the call of the jungle was strong upon him. The solitude and
the savage freedom filled his heart with life and buoyancy. Again
he was Tarzan of the Apes--every sense alert against the chance of
surprise by some jungle enemy--yet treading lightly and with head
erect, in proud consciousness of his might.

The nocturnal sounds of the mountains were new to him, yet they
fell upon his ears like the soft voice of a half-forgotten love.
Many he intuitively sensed--ah, there was one that was familiar
indeed; the distant coughing of Sheeta, the leopard; but there was
a strange note in the final wail which made him doubt. It was a
panther he heard.

Presently a new sound--a soft, stealthy sound--obtruded itself
among the others. No human ears other than the ape-man's would