been difficult for them to accept Tarzan's authority as final.

The principal warriors sat in a circle about a small fire to discuss
the relative merits of whomever might be suggested as old Waziri's
successor. It was Busuli who spoke first:

"Since Waziri is dead, leaving no son, there is but one among
us whom we know from experience is fitted to make us a good king.
There is only one who has proved that he can successfully lead us
against the guns of the white man, and bring us easy victory without
the loss of a single life. There is only one, and that is the
white man who has led us for the past few days," and Busuli sprang
to his feet, and with uplifted spear and half-bent, crouching body
commenced to dance slowly about Tarzan, chanting in time to his
steps: "Waziri, king of the Waziri; Waziri, killer of Arabs; Waziri,
king of the Waziri."

One by one the other warriors signified their acceptance of Tarzan
as their king by joining in the solemn dance. The women came and
squatted about the rim of the circle, beating upon tom-toms, clapping
their hands in time to the steps of the dancers, and joining in the
chant of the warriors. In the center of the circle sat Tarzan of
the Apes--Waziri, king of the Waziri, for, like his predecessor,
he was to take the name of his tribe as his own.

Faster and faster grew the pace of the dancers, louder and louder
their wild and savage shouts. The women rose and fell in unison,
shrieking now at the tops of their voices. The spears were brandishing
fiercely, and as the dancers stooped down and beat their shields
upon the hard-tramped earth of the village street the whole sight