hope of obtaining possession of the fortune which the contents of
the little pouch represented.

Achmet Zek should know nothing of these--these would be for Werper
alone, and so soon as he could encompass his design he would reach
the coast and take passage for America, where he could conceal
himself beneath the veil of a new identity and enjoy to some measure
the fruits of his theft. He had it all planned out, did Lieutenant
Albert Werper, living in anticipation the luxurious life of the
idle rich. He even found himself regretting that America was so
provincial, and that nowhere in the new world was a city that might
compare with his beloved Brussels.

It was upon the third day of their progress from Opar that the keen
ears of Tarzan caught the sound of men behind them. Werper heard
nothing above the humming of the jungle insects, and the chattering
life of the lesser monkeys and the birds.

For a time Tarzan stood in statuesque silence, listening, his
sensitive nostrils dilating as he assayed each passing breeze.
Then he withdrew Werper into the concealment of thick brush, and
waited. Presently, along the game trail that Werper and Tarzan had
been following, there came in sight a sleek, black warrior, alert
and watchful.

In single file behind him, there followed, one after another, near
fifty others, each burdened with two dull-yellow ingots lashed upon
his back. Werper recognized the party immediately as that which
had accompanied Tarzan on his journey to Opar. He glanced at the
ape-man; but in the savage, watchful eyes he saw no recognition of