well-beaten elephant path led into the forest from the clearing.
Parallel to this slunk Numa, while above him Tarzan moved through
the trees, the shadow of a wraith. The savage cat and the savage
man saw Numa's quarry almost simultaneously, though both had known
before it came within the vision of their eyes that it was a black
man. Their sensitive nostrils had told them this much and Tarzan's
had told him that the scent spoor was that of a stranger--old and
a male, for race and sex and age each has its own distinctive scent.
It was an old man that made his way alone through the gloomy jungle,
a wrinkled, dried up, little old man hideously scarred and tattooed
and strangely garbed, with the skin of a hyena about his shoulders
and the dried head mounted upon his grey pate. Tarzan recognized
the ear-marks of the witch-doctor and awaited Numa's charge with
a feeling of pleasurable anticipation, for the ape-man had no love
for witch-doctors; but in the instant that Numa did charge, the
white man suddenly recalled that the lion had stolen his kill a
few minutes before and that revenge is sweet.

The first intimation the black man had that he was in danger was
the crash of twigs as Numa charged through the bushes into the game
trail not twenty yards behind him. Then he turned to see a huge,
black-maned lion racing toward him and even as he turned, Numa seized
him. At the same instant the ape-man dropped from an overhanging
limb full upon the lion's back and as he alighted he plunged his
knife into the tawny side behind the left shoulder, tangled the
fingers of his right hand in the long mane, buried his teeth in
Numa's neck and wound his powerful legs about the beast's torso.
With a roar of pain and rage, Numa reared up and fell backward upon
the ape-man; but still the mighty man-thing clung to his hold and
repeatedly the long knife plunged rapidly into his side. Over and