strange cries and weird lamentation. On they came to the

portals of Kulonga's hut, the very one in which Tarzan had

wrought his depredations.

Scarcely had half a dozen entered the building ere they

came rushing out in wild, jabbering confusion. The others

hastened to gather about. There was much excited gesticulating,

pointing, and chattering; then several of the warriors

approached and peered within.

Finally an old fellow with many ornaments of metal about

his arms and legs, and a necklace of dried human hands

depending upon his chest, entered the hut.

It was Mbonga, the king, father of Kulonga.

For a few moments all was silent. Then Mbonga emerged,

a look of mingled wrath and superstitious fear writ upon his

hideous countenance. He spoke a few words to the assembled

warriors, and in an instant the men were flying through the

little village searching minutely every hut and corner within

the palisades.

Scarcely had the search commenced than the overturned

cauldron was discovered, and with it the theft of the poisoned

arrows. Nothing more they found, and it was a thoroughly

awed and frightened group of savages which huddled around

their king a few moments later.

Mbonga could explain nothing of the strange events that

had taken place. The finding of the still warm body of

Kulonga--on the very verge of their fields and within easy

earshot of the village--knifed and stripped at the door of

his father's home, was in itself sufficiently mysterious, but

these last awesome discoveries within the village, within the

dead Kulonga's own hut, filled their hearts with dismay, and

conjured in their poor brains only the most frightful of

superstitious explanations.

They stood in little groups, talking in low tones, and ever

casting affrighted glances behind them from their great

rolling eyes.

Tarzan of the Apes watched them for a while from his