d they find this white man with their own crude
weapons that another bond of respect and admiration was thereby wrought.

For weeks Tarzan lived with his savage friends, hunting buffalo,
antelope, and zebra for meat, and elephant for ivory. Quickly he
learned their simple speech, their native customs, and the ethics of
their wild, primitive tribal life. He found that they were not
cannibals--that they looked with loathing and contempt upon men who ate
men.

Busuli, the warrior whom he had stalked to the village, told him many
of the tribal legends--how, many years before, his people had come many
long marches from the north; how once they had been a great and
powerful tribe; and how the slave raiders had wrought such havoc among
them with their death-dealing guns that they had been reduced to a mere
remnant of their former numbers and power.

"They hunted us down as one hunts a fierce beast," said Busuli. "There
was no mercy in them. When it was not slaves they sought it was ivory,
but usually it was both. Our men were killed and our women driven away
like sheep. We fought against them for many years, but our arrows and
spears could not prevail against the sticks which spit fire and lead
and death to many times the distance that our mightiest warrior could
place an arrow. At last, when my father was a young man, the Arabs
came again, but our warriors saw them a long way off, and Chowambi, who
was chief then, told his people to gather up their belongings and come
away with him--that he would lead them far to the south until they
found a spot to which the Arab raiders did not come.

"And they did as he bid, carrying all their belongings, including many
tusks of ivory. For months they wandered, suffering untold hardships
and privations, for much of the way was through dense jungle, and
across mighty mountains, but finally they came to this spot, and
although they sent parties farther on to search for an even better
location, none has ever been found."

"And the raiders have never found you here?" asked Tarzan.

"About a year ago a small party of Arabs and Manyuema stumbled upon us,
but we drove them off, killing many. For days we followed them,
stalking them for the wild beasts they are, picking them off one by
one, until but a handful remained, but these escaped us."

As Busuli talked he fingered a heavy gold armlet that encircled the
glossy hide of his left arm. Tarzan's eyes had been upon the ornament,