after some little effort to muster his courage. "I knew you of
old," he said, "when you ranged the jungle in the country of Mbonga,
the chief. I was already a witch-doctor when you slew Kulonga and
the others, and when you robbed our huts and our poison pot. At
first I did not remember you; but at last I did--the white-skinned
ape that lived with the hairy apes and made life miserable in the
village of Mbonga, the chief--the forest god--the Munango-Keewati
for whom we set food outside our gates and who came and ate it.
Tell me before I die--are you man or devil?"

Tarzan laughed. "I am a man," he said.

The old fellow sighed and shook his head. "You have tried to save
me from Simba," he said. "For that I shall reward you. I am a great
witch-doctor. Listen to me, white man! I see bad days ahead of
you. It is writ in my own blood which I have smeared upon my palm.
A god greater even than you will rise up and strike you down. Turn
back, Munango-Keewati! Turn back before it is too late. Danger
lies ahead of you and danger lurks behind; but greater is the danger
before. I see--" He paused and drew a long, gasping breath. Then
he crumpled into a little, wrinkled heap and died. Tarzan wondered
what else he had seen.

It was very late when the ape-man re-entered the boma and lay down
among his black warriors. None had seen him go and none saw him
return. He thought about the warning of the old witch-doctor before
he fell asleep and he thought of it again after he awoke; but he
did not turn back for he was unafraid, though had he known what
lay in store for one he loved most in all the world he would have
flown through the trees to her side and allowed the gold of Opar