s were not far ahead of them.

The blacks were skeptical when he told them how he knew.

"Come with me," said Tarzan, "and we shall see."

With the agility of a squirrel he sprang into a tree and ran nimbly to
the top. One of the blacks followed more slowly and carefully. When
he had reached a lofty limb beside the ape-man the latter pointed to
the south, and there, some few hundred yards away, the black saw a
number of huge black backs swaying back and forth above the top of the
lofty jungle grasses. He pointed the direction to the watchers below,
indicating with his fingers the number of beasts he could count.

Immediately the hunters started toward the elephants. The black in the
tree hastened down, but Tarzan stalked, after his own fashion, along
the leafy way of the middle terrace.

It is no child's play to hunt wild elephants with the crude weapons of
primitive man. Tarzan knew that few native tribes ever attempted it,
and the fact that his tribe did so gave him no little pride--already he
was commencing to think of himself as a member of the little community.
As Tarzan moved silently through the trees he saw the warriors below
creeping in a half circle upon the still unsuspecting elephants.
Finally they were within sight of the great beasts. Now they singled
out two large tuskers, and at a signal the fifty men rose from the
ground where they had lain concealed, and hurled their heavy war spears
at the two marked beasts. There was not a single miss; twenty-five
spears were embedded in the sides of each of the giant animals. One
never moved from the spot where it stood when the avalanche of spears
struck it, for two, perfectly aimed, had penetrated its heart, and it
lunged forward upon its knees, rolling to the ground without a struggle.

The other, standing nearly head-on toward the hunters, had not proved
so good a mark, and though every spear struck not one entered the great
heart. For a moment the huge bull stood trumpeting in rage and pain,
casting about with its little eyes for the author of its hurt. The
blacks had faded into the jungle before the weak eyes of the monster
had fallen upon any of them, but now he caught the sound of their
retreat, and, amid a terrific crashing of underbrush and branches, he
charged in the direction of the noise.

It so happened that chance sent him in the direction of Busuli, whom he
was overtaking so rapidly that it was as though the black were standing
still