and without the slightest knowledge of when their uncanny foemen
might resume the cold-blooded slaughter they had commenced, it was
a desperate band of cut-throats that waited sleeplessly for the
dawn. Only on the promise of the Arabs that they would leave the
village at daybreak, and hasten onward toward their own land, would
the remaining Manyuema consent to stay at the village a moment
longer. Not even fear of their cruel masters was sufficient to
overcome this new terror.

And so it was that when Tarzan and his warriors returned to the
attack the next morning they found the raiders prepared to march
out of the village. The Manyuema were laden with stolen ivory.
As Tarzan saw it he grinned, for he knew that they would not carry
it far. Then he saw something which caused him anxiety--a number
of the Manyuema were lighting torches in the remnant of the camp-fire.
They were about to fire the village.

Tarzan was perched in a tall tree some hundred yards from the
palisade. Making a trumpet of his hands, he called loudly in the
Arab tongue: "Do not fire the huts, or we shall kill you all! Do
not fire the huts, or we shall kill you all!"

A dozen times he repeated it. The Manyuema hesitated, then one of
them flung his torch into the campfire. The others were about to
do the same when an Arab sprung upon them with a stick, beating them
toward the huts. Tarzan could see that he was commanding them to
fire the little thatched dwellings. Then he stood erect upon the
swaying branch a hundred feet above the ground, and, raising one
of the Arab guns to his shoulder, took careful aim and fired. With
the report the Arab who was urging on his men to burn the village