Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-12
CHAPTER VIII.
His Own Kind,


morning toward Mbongas village. He
was moving carelessly along a winding
jungle trail instead Of making his
progress through the trees when sud
denly he came face to face with a
black warrior.
The look of surprise on the savage
face was almost comical, and before
Tarzan could unsling his bow the fell
low had turned and fled down the path
crying out in alarm, as though to 9TH
eIs before him.
-, Tarzan took to the trees in pursuit
the fleeing quarry.
There were three of them, and they
were racing madly in single file
through the dense underground.
Tarzan easily distanced them, nor
did they see his silent passage above
their heads nor note the crouching fig
ure squatted upon a low branch ahead
of them beneath which the trail led
them.
1arzan let the first two pass beneath
the quiet moose dropped about the
black throat. A quick jerk drew it
taut.
There was an agonized scream from
the victim, and his fellows turned to
see his struggling body rise as by
magic slowly into the dense foliage of
the trees above.
With shrieks they wheeled once
more and plunged on in their effort to
escape
Tarzan dispatched his prisoner
quickly and silently, removed the
weapons and ornaments and-greatest
joy of ala handsome doeskin breech-
cloth, which he quickly transferred to
his own person.
Taking the body across his shoulder,
he moved more slowly through the
trees toward the little palisaded viii
lage, for he again needed arrows.
AS he approached quite close to the
inclosure he saw an excited group sur
grounding the two fugitives, who, trem-
bling with fright and exhaustion, were
!. scarce able to recount the uncanny de-
tails of their adventure.
~ The villagers were worked up into
8txf~ of panic, but wise Mbonga af-
.xz1seeDa- to-feel considerable sksPSio1sm
regarding the tale and attributed the
whole fabrication to their fright in the
face Of some real danger.
You tell US this great story" he
said, because you do not dare to speak
the truth. You do not dare admit that
when the tiger sprang you ran away
and left your comrade. You are cow
ards
Scarcely had Mbonga ceased speak
ing when a great clashing Of branches
in the trees above them caused the
blacks to look up in renewed terror.
The sight that met their eyes made
even Mobnga shudder.
Turning and twisting in the air came
the dead body to sprawl with sick
ening limpness upon the ground at
their feet.
With one accord the blacks took to
their heels, nor did they stop until the
last Of them was lost in the shadows
of the jungle.
Again Tarzan came down into the
village and renewed his supply of ar
rows and ate of the offering of food
which the blacks had made to appease
his wrath.
Before he left he carried the body
to the gate of the village and prop
ped it up against the palisade in such
a way that the dead face seemed to
be peering round the edge Of the gate
post down the path which led to the
jungle.
Then he returned, hunting, always
hunting, to the cabin by the beacn.
1t took a dozen attempts on the part
of the thoroughly frightened blacks to
re-enter the village, past the grinning
face of their dead fellow, and when
they found the food and arrows gone
they knew, what they only too we'll
feared, that the evil spirit of the jun
gle was abroad.
Only those who saw this terrible god
of the jungle died. for was it not true
that none left alive in the village had
ever seen him? Therefore those who
had died at his hands must have seen
him and paid the penalty with their
lives.
AS long as they supplied him with
arrows and food he would not harm
them unless they looked upon him. so
it was ordered by Mbonga that in ad-
dition to the food offering there should
also be laid out an offering of arrows
for this Munango Keewati, and this
was done from then on.
When TarZan came in sight of the
beach where stood his cabin a strange
and unusual spectacle met his vision.
On the placid waters of the land
locked harbor 1oated a great snip. anu
on the beach a small boat was drawn
up.
But, most wonderful of all, a num-
Der of white men like himself were
moving about between the beach ana
his cabin.
TarZan saw that in many ways they
were like the men of his picture books.
He crept closer through the trees uhlll
he was almost above them.
There were ten men, swarthy, sun
tanned and villainous looking fellows.
Now they had congregated by the boat
and were talking in loud, angry tones,
with much gesticulating and shaking
Of fists.
Presently one of them, a dwarfed,
mean faced, black bearded fellow
a countenance which reminded Tarzan
of Pamba, the rat, laid his hand upon
the shoulder of a giant who stood next
to him and with whom all the others
had been arguing and quarreling.
The little man pointed inland, so that
the giant was forced to turn away
from the others to look in the direc-
ton indicated. AS he turned the mean
faced man drew revolver from his