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.
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.
"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."They were frightened when he threatened this, and promised to obey him scrupulously if he would but promise not to desert them.
"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."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.
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.
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.
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.