youth he would have slain the witch-doctor without the slightest
compunction; but civilization had had its softening effect upon
him even as it does upon the nations and races which it touches,
though it had not yet gone far enough with Tarzan to render him
either cowardly or effeminate. He saw an old man suffering and
dying, and he stooped and felt of his wounds and stanched the flow
of blood.

"Who are you?" asked the old man in a trembling voice.

"I am Tarzan--Tarzan of the Apes," replied the ape-man and not
without a greater touch of pride than he would have said, "I am
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke."

The witch-doctor shook convulsively and closed his eyes. When
he opened them again there was in them a resignation to whatever
horrible fate awaited him at the hands of this feared demon of the
woods. "Why do you not kill me?" he asked.

"Why should I kill you?" inquired Tarzan. "You have not harmed
me, and anyway you are already dying. Numa, the lion, has killed
you."

"You would not kill me?" Surprise and incredulity were in the tones
of the quavering old voice.

"I would save you if I could," replied Tarzan, "but that cannot be
done. Why did you think I would kill you?"

For a moment the old man was silent. When he spoke it was evidently