Bisbee daily review., 1914-02-22

gled with the roaring and grOW .ins Ul the great beasts. kept sleep except in its most fltful form from the tired eyes It was a sad and hungry party that lay through the long night pray ing for dawn.
 The blacks who had seized D'Arnot had not waited to participate fin the fight They hurried their prisoner along. the sounds of battle growing fainter and fainter as they drew away from the contestants until there sud denly broke upon D'Arnots vision good sized clearing. at one end of which stood matched and palisaded village.
 A cry went up within the palIsade A great throng of women and children rushed out 10 meet the party. And then began for the French off cer the most terrifying experience which man can encounter upon earth the reception of a white prisoner into village Of African cannibals.
 They fell upon D'Arnot tooth and nail. beating him with sticks and stones and tearing at him with claw like hands. Every vestige of clothing was torn from him, and the merciless blows fell upon his bare and quivering flesh.
 But not once did the Frenchman cry out fin pain. A silent prayer rose that he be quickly delivered from his tor ture.
 The death he prayed for was not to be so easily had Soon the warriors beat the women away from their pris- oner.
 He was to be saved for nobler sport than this. and, the first wave of their passion having subsided. they content ed themselves with crying out taunts and insults and splitting upon him.
 Presently they gained the center of the village. There D'Arnot was bound securely to the great post from which no live man had ever been released. A number of the women scattered to their several huts to fetch pots and water, while others built row of fires on which portions of the feast were to | be boiled
 The festivities were delayed, await | ing the return of the warriors who had | remained to engage in the skirmish | with the white men. so that 1t was | quite late when all were fin the village ! and the dance of death commenced to | circle around the doomed officer.
 Half fainting from palm and exhaus- ton. D'Arnot watched what seemed ! but n vagary of delirium or some hor- rid nightmare from which he must soon awake. He closed his eyes and held his teeth firm set. He would not cry out.
 He was q soldier of France. and he would teach these beasts how an ofii- cer and gentleman died.
 Tarzan of the apes needed no inter preter to translate the story of those distant shots. With Jane Porter's kisses still warm upon his lips he was swinging with incredible rapidity through the forest trees straight to- ward the village of Mbonga.
 He was not interested in the loca- ton of the encounter, for he judged that that would soon be over. Those who were killed he could not aid; those who escaped would not need his as sistance.
 It was to those who had neither been killed nor escaped that he hastened And he knew that he could find them by the great post in the center of hbonga's village.
 Many times had Tarzan seen Mbon- gas black raiding parties return from the northward with prisoners. and al- ways were the same scenes enacted about that grim stake. beneath the naring light of many fires.
 w Tarzan had looked with complacency upoh their former orgies. only occa- slonally interfering for the pleasure of batting the blacks. But heretofore their victims had been men of their own color. Tonight 1t was different. White men, men of TarZans own race, might be even now suffering the sgonies of torture.
 On he sped. In q few minutes he swung into the trees above Mbonga's village. An. he was not quite too late! The figure at the stake was very still.
 Tarzan knew their customs. The deathblow had been struck. He could tell almost to q minute how far the dance had gone.
 In another instant Mbonga's knife would sever one of the victims ears That would mark the beginning of the end. for very shortly after only a writhing mass of mutilated flesh would remain.
 The stake stood forty feet from the nearest tree. Tarzan coiled his rope Then there rose suddenly above the hendlsh cries of the dancing demons the awful challenge of the ape man.
 The dancers halted as though turned to ctone. The rope sped with a sing | ire -whir high above the heads of tht