burying themselves in his neck. He shuddered. Far out across the
plain a leopard screamed, and in the dense reeds behind him some
great beast moved on padded feet.

Werper feared these prowlers of the night; but infinitely more
he feared the just wrath of the human beast sleeping at his side.
With utmost caution the Belgian arose. Tarzan did not move. Werper
took a few steps toward the plain and the distant forest to the
northwest, then he paused and fingered the hilt of the long knife
in his belt. He turned and looked down upon the sleeper.

"Why not?" he mused. "Then I should be safe."

He returned and bent above the ape-man. Clutched tightly in his
hand was the sacrificial knife of the High Priestess of the Flaming
God!





10

Achmet Zek Sees the Jewels




Mugambi, weak and suffering, had dragged his painful way along the
trail of the retreating raiders. He could move but slowly, resting