overhung the palisade at one end of the village, and from his point
of vantage looked down upon the savage horde beneath. He counted
fifty Arabs and estimated that there were five times as many
Manyuema. The latter were gorging themselves upon food and, under
the very noses of their white masters, preparing the gruesome feast
which is the PIECE DE RESISTANCE that follows a victory in which
the bodies of their slain enemies fall into their horrid hands.

The ape-man saw that to charge that wild horde, armed as they were
with guns, and barricaded behind the locked gates of the village,
would be a futile task, and so he returned to Waziri and advised
him to wait; that he, Tarzan, had a better plan.

But a moment before one of the fugitives had related to Waziri
the story of the atrocious murder of the old chief's wife, and so
crazed with rage was the old man that he cast discretion to the
winds. Calling his warriors about him, he commanded them to charge,
and, with brandishing spears and savage yells, the little force of
scarcely more than a hundred dashed madly toward the village gates.
Before the clearing had been half crossed the Arabs opened up a
withering fire from behind the palisade.

With the first volley Waziri fell. The speed of the chargers
slackened. Another volley brought down a half dozen more. A few
reached the barred gates, only to be shot in their tracks, without
the ghost of a chance to gain the inside of the palisade, and then
the whole attack crumpled, and the remaining warriors scampered
back into the forest. As they ran the raiders opened the gates,
rushing after them, to complete the day's work with the utter
extermination of the tribe. Tarzan had been among the last to turn