The other, standing nearly head-on toward the hunters, had not proved
so good a mark, and though every spear struck not one entered the
great heart. For a moment the huge bull stood trumpeting in rage
and pain, casting about with its little eyes for the author of its
hurt. The blacks had faded into the jungle before the weak eyes
of the monster had fallen upon any of them, but now he caught the
sound of their retreat, and, amid a terrific crashing of underbrush
and branches, he charged in the direction of the noise.

It so happened that chance sent him in the direction of Busuli,
whom he was overtaking so rapidly that it was as though the black
were standing still instead of racing at full speed to escape the
certain death which pursued him. Tarzan had witnessed the entire
performance from the branches of a nearby tree, and now that he saw
his friend's peril he raced toward the infuriated beast with loud
cries, hoping to distract him.

But it had been as well had he saved his breath, for the brute was
deaf and blind to all else save the particular object of his rage
that raced futilely before him. And now Tarzan saw that only a
miracle could save Busuli, and with the same unconcern with which
he had once hunted this very man he hurled himself into the path
of the elephant to save the black warrior's life.

He still grasped his spear, and while Tantor was yet six or eight
paces behind his prey, a sinewy white warrior dropped as from the
heavens, almost directly in his path. With a vicious lunge the
elephant swerved to the right to dispose of this temerarious foeman
who dared intervene between himself and his intended victim; but
he had not reckoned on the lightning quickness that could galvanize