fell in his tracks, and the Manyuema threw away their torches and
fled from the village. The last Tarzan saw of them they were racing
toward the jungle, while their former masters knelt upon the ground
and fired at them.

But however angry the Arabs might have been at the insubordination
of their slaves, they were at least convinced that it would be the
better part of wisdom to forego the pleasure of firing the village
that had given them two such nasty receptions. In their hearts,
however, they swore to return again with such force as would enable
them to sweep the entire country for miles around, until no vestige
of human life remained.

They had looked in vain for the owner of the voice which had
frightened off the men who had been detailed to put the torch to
the huts, but not even the keenest eye among them had been able to
locate him. They had seen the puff of smoke from the tree following
the shot that brought down the Arab, but, though a volley had
immediately been loosed into its foliage, there had been no indication
that it had been effective.

Tarzan was too intelligent to be caught in any such trap, and so
the report of his shot had scarcely died away before the ape-man
was on the ground and racing for another tree a hundred yards away.
Here he again found a suitable perch from which he could watch
the preparations of the raiders. It occurred to him that he might
have considerable more fun with them, so again he called to them
through his improvised trumpet.

"Leave the ivory!" he cried. "Leave the ivory! Dead men have no