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<h3> Chapter 16 </h3>
<h3> The Ivory Raiders </h3>
<p>Waziri's warriors marched at a rapid trot through the jungle in the
direction of the village. For a few minutes, the sharp cracking of
guns ahead warned them to haste, but finally the reports dwindled to an
occasional shot, presently ceasing altogether. Nor was this less
ominous than the rattle of musketry, for it suggested but a single
solution to the little band of rescuers—that the illy garrisoned
village had already succumbed to the onslaught of a superior force.</p>
<p>The returning hunters had covered a little more than three miles of the
five that had separated them from the village when they met the first
of the fugitives who had escaped the bullets and clutches of the foe.
There were a dozen women, youths, and girls in the party, and so
excited were they that they could scarce make themselves understood as
they tried to relate to Waziri the calamity that had befallen his
people.</p>
<p>"They are as many as the leaves of the forest," cried one of the women,
in attempting to explain the enemy's force. "There are many Arabs and
countless Manyuema, and they all have guns. They crept close to the
village before we knew that they were about, and then, with many
shouts, they rushed in upon us, shooting down men, and women, and
children. Those of us who could fled in all directions into the
jungle, but more were killed. I do not know whether they took any
prisoners or not—they seemed only bent upon killing us all. The
Manyuema called us many names, saying that they would eat us all before
they left our country—that this was our punishment for killing their
friends last year. I did not hear much, for I ran away quickly."</p>
<p>The march toward the village was now resumed, more slowly and with
greater stealth, for Waziri knew that it was too late to rescue—their
only mission could be one of revenge. Inside the next mile a hundred
more fugitives were met. There were many men among these, and so the
fighting strength of the party was augmented.</p>
<p>Now a dozen warriors were sent creeping ahead to reconnoiter. Waziri
remained with the main body, which advanced in a thin line that spread
in a great crescent through the forest. By the chief's side walked
Tarzan.</p>
<p>Presently one of the scouts returned. He had come within sight of the
village.</p>
<p>"They are all within the palisade," he whispered.</p>
<p>"Good!" said Waziri. "We shall rush in upon them and slay them all,"
and he made ready to send word along the line that they were to halt at
the edge of the clearing until they saw him rush toward the
village—then all were to follow.</p>
<p>"Wait!" cautioned Tarzan. "If there are even fifty guns within the
palisade we shall be repulsed and slaughtered. Let me go alone through
the trees, so that I may look down upon them from above, and see just
how many there be, and what chance we might have were we to charge. It
were foolish to lose a single man needlessly if there be no hope of
success. I have an idea that we can accomplish more by cunning than by
force. Will you wait, Waziri?"</p>
<p>"Yes," said the old chief. "Go!"</p>
<p>So Tarzan sprang into the trees and disappeared in the direction of the
village. He moved more cautiously than was his wont, for he knew that
men with guns could reach him quite as easily in the treetops as on the
ground. And when Tarzan of the Apes elected to adopt stealth, no
creature in all the jungle could move so silently or so completely
efface himself from the sight of an enemy.</p>
<p>In five minutes he had wormed his way to the great tree that overhung
the palisade at one end of the village, and from his point of vantage
looked down upon the savage horde beneath. He counted fifty Arabs and
estimated that there were five times as many Manyuema. The latter were
gorging themselves upon food and, under the very noses of their white
masters, preparing the gruesome feast which is the PIECE DE RESISTANCE
that follows a victory in which the bodies of their slain enemies fall
into their horrid hands.</p>
<p>The ape-man saw that to charge that wild horde, armed as they were with
guns, and barricaded behind the locked gates of the village, would be a
futile task, and so he returned to Waziri and advised him to wait; that
he, Tarzan, had a better plan.</p>
<p>But a moment before one of the fugitives had related to Waziri the
story of the atrocious murder of the old chief's wife, and so crazed
with rage was the old man that he cast discretion to the winds.
Calling his warriors about him, he commanded them to charge, and, with
brandishing spears and savage yells, the little force of scarcely more
than a hundred dashed madly toward the village gates. Before the
clearing had been half crossed the Arabs opened up a withering fire
from behind the palisade.</p>
<p>With the first volley Waziri fell. The speed of the chargers
slackened. Another volley brought down a half dozen more. A few
reached the barred gates, only to be shot in their tracks, without the
ghost of a chance to gain the inside of the palisade, and then the
whole attack crumpled, and the remaining warriors scampered back into
the forest. As they ran the raiders opened the gates, rushing after
them, to complete the day's work with the utter extermination of the
tribe. Tarzan had been among the last to turn back toward the forest,
and now, as he ran slowly, he turned from time to time to speed a
well-aimed arrow into the body of a pursuer.</p>
<p>Once within the jungle, he found a little knot of determined blacks
waiting to give battle to the oncoming horde, but Tarzan cried to them
to scatter, keeping out of harm's way until they could gather in force
after dark.</p>
<p>"Do as I tell you," he urged, "and I will lead you to victory over
these enemies of yours. Scatter through the forest, picking up as many
stragglers as you can find, and at night, if you think that you have
been followed, come by roundabout ways to the spot where we killed the
elephants today. Then I will explain my plan, and you will find that
it is good. You cannot hope to pit your puny strength and simple
weapons against the numbers and the guns of the Arabs and the Manyuema."</p>
<p>They finally assented. "When you scatter," explained Tarzan, in
conclusion, "your foes will have to scatter to follow you, and so it
may happen that if you are watchful you can drop many a Manyuema with
your arrows from behind some great trees."</p>
<p>They had barely time to hasten away farther into the forest before the
first of the raiders had crossed the clearing and entered it in pursuit
of them.</p>
<p>Tarzan ran a short distance along the ground before he took to the
trees. Then he raced quickly to the upper terrace, there doubling on
his tracks and making his way rapidly back toward the village. Here he
found that every Arab and Manyuema had joined in the pursuit, leaving
the village deserted except for the chained prisoners and a single
guard.</p>
<p>The sentry stood at the open gate, looking in the direction of the
forest, so that he did not see the agile giant that dropped to the
ground at the far end of the village street. With drawn bow the
ape-man crept stealthily toward his unsuspecting victim. The prisoners
had already discovered him, and with wide eyes filled with wonder and
with hope they watched their would-be rescuer. Now he halted not ten
paces from the unconscious Manyuema. The shaft was drawn back its full
length at the height of the keen gray eye that sighted along its
polished surface. There was a sudden twang as the brown fingers
released their hold, and without a sound the raider sank forward upon
his face, a wooden shaft transfixing his heart and protruding a foot
from his black chest.</p>
<p>Then Tarzan turned his attention to the fifty women and youths chained
neck to neck on the long slave chain. There was no releasing of the
ancient padlocks in the time that was left him, so the ape-man called
to them to follow him as they were, and, snatching the gun and
cartridge belt from the dead sentry, he led the now happy band out
through the village gate and into the forest upon the far side of the
clearing.</p>
<p>It was a slow and arduous march, for the slave chain was new to these
people, and there were many delays as one of their number would stumble
and fall, dragging others down with her. Then, too, Tarzan had been
forced to make a wide detour to avoid any possibility of meeting with
returning raiders. He was partially guided by occasional shots which
indicated that the Arab horde was still in touch with the villagers;
but he knew that if they would but follow his advice there would be but
few casualties other than on the side of the marauders.</p>
<p>Toward dusk the firing ceased entirely, and Tarzan knew that the Arabs
had all returned to the village. He could scarce repress a smile of
triumph as he thought of their rage on discovering that their guard had
been killed and their prisoners taken away. Tarzan had wished that he
might have taken some of the great store of ivory the village
contained, solely for the purpose of still further augmenting the wrath
of his enemies; but he knew that that was not necessary for its
salvation, since he already had a plan mapped out which would
effectually prevent the Arabs leaving the country with a single tusk.
And it would have been cruel to have needlessly burdened these poor,
overwrought women with the extra weight of the heavy ivory.</p>
<p>It was after midnight when Tarzan, with his slow-moving caravan,
approached the spot where the elephants lay. Long before they reached
it they had been guided by the huge fire the natives had built in the
center of a hastily improvised BOMA, partially for warmth and partially
to keep off chance lions.</p>
<p>When they had come close to the encampment Tarzan called aloud to let
them know that friends were coming. It was a joyous reception the
little party received when the blacks within the BOMA saw the long file
of fettered friends and relatives enter the firelight. These had all
been given up as lost forever, as had Tarzan as well, so that the happy
blacks would have remained awake all night to feast on elephant meat
and celebrate the return of their fellows, had not Tarzan insisted that
they take what sleep they could, against the work of the coming day.</p>
<p>At that, sleep was no easy matter, for the women who had lost their men
or their children in the day's massacre and battle made night hideous
with their continued wailing and howling. Finally, however, Tarzan
succeeded in silencing them, on the plea that their noise would attract
the Arabs to their hiding-place, when all would be slaughtered.</p>
<p>When dawn came Tarzan explained his plan of battle to the warriors, and
without demur one and all agreed that it was the safest and surest way
in which to rid themselves of their unwelcome visitors and be revenged
for the murder of their fellows.</p>
<p>First the women and children, with a guard of some twenty old warriors
and youths, were started southward, to be entirely out of the zone of
danger. They had instructions to erect temporary shelter and construct
a protecting BOMA of thorn bush; for the plan of campaign which Tarzan
had chosen was one which might stretch out over many days, or even
weeks, during which time the warriors would not return to the new camp.</p>
<p>Two hours after daylight a thin circle of black warriors surrounded the
village. At intervals one was perched high in the branches of a tree
which could overlook the palisade. Presently a Manyuema within the
village fell, pierced by a single arrow. There had been no sound of
attack—none of the hideous war-cries or vainglorious waving of
menacing spears that ordinarily marks the attack of savages—just a
silent messenger of death from out of the silent forest.</p>
<p>The Arabs and their followers were thrown into a fine rage at this
unprecedented occurrence. They ran for the gates, to wreak dire
vengeance upon the foolhardy perpetrator of the outrage; but they
suddenly realized that they did not know which way to turn to find the
foe. As they stood debating with many angry shouts and much
gesticulating, one of the Arabs sank silently to the ground in their
very midst—a thin arrow protruding from his heart.</p>
<p>Tarzan had placed the finest marksmen of the tribe in the surrounding
trees, with directions never to reveal themselves while the enemy was
faced in their direction. As a black released his messenger of death
he would slink behind the sheltering stem of the tree he had selected,
nor would he again aim until a watchful eye told him that none was
looking toward his tree.</p>
<p>Three times the Arabs started across the clearing in the direction from
which they thought the arrows came, but each time another arrow would
come from behind to take its toll from among their number. Then they
would turn and charge in a new direction. Finally they set out upon a
determined search of the forest, but the blacks melted before them, so
that they saw no sign of an enemy.</p>
<p>But above them lurked a grim figure in the dense foliage of the mighty
trees—it was Tarzan of the Apes, hovering over them as if he had been
the shadow of death. Presently a Manyuema forged ahead of his
companions; there was none to see from what direction death came, and
so it came quickly, and a moment later those behind stumbled over the
dead body of their comrade—the inevitable arrow piercing the still
heart.</p>
<p>It does not take a great deal of this manner of warfare to get upon the
nerves of white men, and so it is little to be wondered at that the
Manyuema were soon panic-stricken. Did one forge ahead an arrow found
his heart; did one lag behind he never again was seen alive; did one
stumble to one side, even for a bare moment from the sight of his
fellows, he did not return—and always when they came upon the bodies
of their dead they found those terrible arrows driven with the accuracy
of superhuman power straight through the victim's heart. But worse
than all else was the hideous fact that not once during the morning had
they seen or heard the slightest sign of an enemy other than the
pitiless arrows.</p>
<p>When finally they returned to the village it was no better. Every now
and then, at varying intervals that were maddening in the terrible
suspense they caused, a man would plunge forward dead. The blacks
besought their masters to leave this terrible place, but the Arabs
feared to take up the march through the grim and hostile forest beset
by this new and terrible enemy while laden with the great store of
ivory they had found within the village; but, worse yet, they hated to
leave the ivory behind.</p>
<p>Finally the entire expedition took refuge within the thatched
huts—here, at least, they would be free from the arrows. Tarzan, from
the tree above the village, had marked the hut into which the chief
Arabs had gone, and, balancing himself upon an overhanging limb, he
drove his heavy spear with all the force of his giant muscles through
the thatched roof. A howl of pain told him that it had found a mark.
With this parting salute to convince them that there was no safety for
them anywhere within the country, Tarzan returned to the forest,
collected his warriors, and withdrew a mile to the south to rest and
eat. He kept sentries in several trees that commanded a view of the
trail toward the village, but there was no pursuit.</p>
<p>An inspection of his force showed not a single casualty—not even a
minor wound; while rough estimates of the enemies' loss convinced the
blacks that no fewer than twenty had fallen before their arrows. They
were wild with elation, and were for finishing the day in one glorious
rush upon the village, during which they would slaughter the last of
their foemen. They were even picturing the various tortures they would
inflict, and gloating over the suffering of the Manyuema, for whom they
entertained a peculiar hatred, when Tarzan put his foot down flatly
upon the plan.</p>
<p>"You are crazy!" he cried. "I have shown you the only way to fight
these people. Already you have killed twenty of them without the loss
of a single warrior, whereas, yesterday, following your own tactics,
which you would now renew, you lost at least a dozen, and killed not a
single Arab or Manyuema. You will fight just as I tell you to fight,
or I shall leave you and go back to my own country."</p>
<p>They were frightened when he threatened this, and promised to obey him
scrupulously if he would but promise not to desert them.</p>
<p>"Very well," he said. "We shall return to the elephant BOMA for the
night. I have a plan to give the Arabs a little taste of what they may
expect if they remain in our country, but I shall need no help. Come!
If they suffer no more for the balance of the day they will feel
reassured, and the relapse into fear will be even more nerve-racking
than as though we continued to frighten them all afternoon."</p>
<p>So they marched back to their camp of the previous night, and, lighting
great fires, ate and recounted the adventures of the day until long
after dark. Tarzan slept until midnight, then he arose and crept into
the Cimmerian blackness of the forest. An hour later he came to the
edge of the clearing before the village. There was a camp-fire burning
within the palisade. The ape-man crept across the clearing until he
stood before the barred gates. Through the interstices he saw a lone
sentry sitting before the fire.</p>
<p>Quietly Tarzan went to the tree at the end of the village street. He
climbed softly to his place, and fitted an arrow to his bow. For
several minutes he tried to sight fairly upon the sentry, but the
waving branches and flickering firelight convinced him that the danger
of a miss was too great—he must touch the heart full in the center to
bring the quiet and sudden death his plan required.</p>
<p>He had brought, besides, his bow, arrows, and rope, the gun he had
taken the previous day from the other sentry he had killed. Caching
all these in a convenient crotch of the tree, he dropped lightly to the
ground within the palisade, armed only with his long knife. The
sentry's back was toward him. Like a cat Tarzan crept upon the dozing
man. He was within two paces of him now—another instant and the knife
would slide silently into the fellow's heart.</p>
<p>Tarzan crouched for a spring, for that is ever the quickest and surest
attack of the jungle beast—when the man, warned, by some subtle sense,
sprang to his feet and faced the ape-man.</p>
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