"What a brave girl," he said."And you ran all that risk for a stranger--an alien--an unbeliever?"She drew herself up very proudly.
"I am the daughter of the Sheik Kabour ben Saden," she answered.
"I should be no fit daughter of his if I would not risk my life to save that of the man who saved mine while he yet thought that I was but a common Ouled-Nail.""Nevertheless," he insisted, "you are a very brave girl.
But how did you know that I was a prisoner back there?""Achmet-din-Taieb, who is my cousin on my father's side, was visiting some friends who belong to the tribe that captured you.
He was at the DOUAR when you were brought in.When he reached home he was telling us about the big Frenchman who had been captured by Ali-ben-Ahmed for another Frenchman who wished to kill him.From the description I knew that it must be you.
My father was away.I tried to persuade some of the men to come and save you, but they would not do it, saying: `Let the unbelievers kill one another if they wish.It is none of our affair, and if we go and interfere with Ali-ben-Ahmed's plans we shall only stir up a fight with our own people.'
"So when it was dark I came alone, riding one horse and leading another for you.They are tethered not far from here.
By morning we shall be within my father's DOUAR.
He should be there himself by now--then let them come and try to take Kadour ben Saden's friend."For a few moments they walked on in silence.
"We should be near the horses," she said."It is strange that I do not see them here."Then a moment later she stopped, with a little cry of consternation.
"They are gone!" she exclaimed."It is here that I tethered them."Tarzan stooped to examine the ground.He found that a large shrub had been torn up by the roots.Then he found something else.There was a wry smile on his face as he rose and turned toward the girl.
"EL ADREA has been here.From the signs, though, I rather think that his prey escaped him.With a little start they would be safe enough from him in the open."There was nothing to do but continue on foot.The way led them across a low spur of the mountains, but the girl knew the trail as well as she did her mother's face.
They walked in easy, swinging strides, Tarzan keeping a hand's breadth behind the girl's shoulder, that she might set the pace, and thus be less fatigued.As they walked they talked, occasionally stopping to listen for sounds of pursuit.
It was now a beautiful, moonlit night.The air was crisp and invigorating.Behind them lay the interminable vista of the desert, dotted here and there with an occasional oasis.
The date palms of the little fertile spot they had just left, and the circle of goatskin tents, stood out in sharp relief against the yellow sand--a phantom paradise upon a phantom sea.
Before them rose the grim and silent mountains.Tarzan's blood leaped in his veins.This was life! He looked down upon the girl beside him--a daughter of the desert walking across the face of a dead world with a son of the jungle.He smiled at the thought.He wished that he had had a sister, and that she had been like this girl.What a bully chum she would have been!
They had entered the mountains now, and were progressing more slowly, for the trail was steeper and very rocky.
For a few minutes they had been silent.The girl was wondering if they would reach her father's DOUAR before the pursuit had overtaken them.Tarzan was wishing that they might walk on thus forever.If the girl were only a man they might.He longed for a friend who loved the same wild life that he loved.He had learned to crave companionship, but it was his misfortune that most of the men he knew preferred immaculate linen and their clubs to nakedness and the jungle.It was, of course, difficult to understand, yet it was very evident that they did.
The two had just turned a projecting rock around which the trail ran when they were brought to a sudden stop.
There, before them, directly in the middle of the path, stood Numa, EL ADREA, the black lion.His green eyes looked very wicked, and he bared his teeth, and lashed his bay-black sides with his angry tail.Then he roared--the fearsome, terror-inspiring roar of the hungry lion which is also angry.
"Your knife," said Tarzan to the girl, extending his hand.
She slipped the hilt of the weapon into his waiting palm.
As his fingers closed upon it he drew her back and pushed her behind him."Walk back to the desert as rapidly as you can.
If you hear me call you will know that all is well, and you may return.""It is useless," she replied, resignedly."This is the end.""Do as I tell you," he commanded."Quickly! He is about to charge." The girl dropped back a few paces, where she stood watching for the terrible sight that she knew she should soon witness.
The lion was advancing slowly toward Tarzan, his nose to the ground, like a challenging bull, his tail extended now and quivering as though with intense excitement.
The ape-man stood, half crouching, the long Arab knife glistening in the moonlight.Behind him the tense figure of the girl, motionless as a carven statue.She leaned slightly forward, her lips parted, her eyes wide.Her only conscious thought was wonder at the bravery of the man who dared face with a puny knife the lord with the large head.A man of her own blood would have knelt in prayer and gone down beneath those awful fangs without resistance.In either case the result would be the same--it was inevitable; but she could not repress a thrill of admiration as her eyes rested upon the heroic figure before her.Not a tremor in the whole giant frame--his attitude as menacing and defiant as that of EL ADREA himself.
The lion was quite close to him now--but a few paces intervened--he crouched, and then, with a deafening roar, he sprang.