surest attack of the jungle beast--when the man, warned, by some
subtle sense, sprang to his feet and faced the ape-man.





Chapter 17

The White Chief of the Waziri




When the eyes of the black Manyuema savage fell upon the strange
apparition that confronted him with menacing knife they went wide
in horror. He forgot the gun within his hands; he even forgot to
cry out--his one thought was to escape this fearsome-looking white
savage, this giant of a man upon whose massive rolling muscles and
mighty chest the flickering firelight played.

But before he could turn Tarzan was upon him, and then the sentry
thought to scream for aid, but it was too late. A great hand was
upon his windpipe, and he was being borne to the earth. He battled
furiously but futilely--with the grim tenacity of a bulldog those
awful fingers were clinging to his throat. Swiftly and surely life
was being choked from him. His eyes bulged, his tongue protruded,
his face turned to a ghastly purplish hue--there was a convulsive
tremor of the stiffening muscles, and the Manyuema sentry lay quite
still.