h-doctor. More than half self-hypnotized into a belief in his own
charlatanry he faced this new demon who threatened to undermine his
ancient and lucrative profession.

"Are you God?" asked Tarzan.

The witch-doctor, having no idea of the meaning of the other's words,
danced a few strange steps, leaped high in the air, turning completely
around and alighting in a stooping posture with feet far outspread and
head thrust out toward the ape-man. Thus he remained for an instant
before he uttered a loud "Boo!" which was evidently intended to
frighten Tarzan away; but in reality had no such effect.

Tarzan did not pause. He had set out to approach and examine God and
nothing upon earth might now stay his feet. Seeing that his antics had
no potency with the visitor, the witch-doctor tried some new medicine.
Spitting upon the zebra's tail, which he still clutched in one hand, he
made circles above it with the arrows in the other hand, meanwhile
backing cautiously away from Tarzan and speaking confidentially to the
bushy end of the tail.

This medicine must be short medicine, however, for the creature, god or
demon, was steadily closing up the distance which had separated them.
The circles therefore were few and rapid, and when they were completed,
the witch-doctor struck an attitude which was intended to be awe
inspiring and waving the zebra's tail before him, drew an imaginary
line between himself and Tarzan.

"Beyond this line you cannot pass, for my medicine is strong medicine,"
he cried. "Stop, or you will fall dead as your foot touches this spot.
My mother was a voodoo, my father was a snake; I live upon lions'
hearts and the entrails of the panther; I eat young babies for
breakfast and the demons of the jungle are my slaves. I am the most
powerful witch-doctor in the world; I fear nothing, for I cannot die.
I--" But he got no further; instead he turned and fled as Tarzan of the
Apes crossed the magical dead line and still lived.

As the witch-doctor ran, Tarzan almost lost his temper. This was no
way for God to act, at least not in accordance with the conception
Tarzan had come to have of God.

"Come back!" he cried. "Come back, God, I will not harm you." But the
witch-doctor was in full retreat by this time, stepping high as he
leaped over cooking pots and the smoldering embers of small fires that
had burned before the huts of villagers. Straight for his own hut ran
the witch-doctor, terror-spurred to un