"Very well," he replied to the Arab; "I shall kill him presently.""Not within the precincts of my DOUAR," returned the sheik."When he leaves here he leaves alive.What you do with him in the desert is none of my concern, but I shall not have the blood of a Frenchman on the hands of my tribe on account of another man's quarrel--they would send soldiers here and kill many of my people, and burn our tents and drive away our flocks.""As you say," growled Rokoff."I'll take him out into the desert below the DOUAR, and dispatch him.""You will take him a day's ride from my country," said the sheik, firmly, "and some of my children shall follow you to see that you do not disobey me--otherwise there may be two dead Frenchmen in the desert."Rokoff shrugged."Then I shall have to wait until the morrow--it is already dark.""As you will," said the sheik."But by an hour after dawn you must be gone from my DOUAR.I have little liking for unbelievers, and none at all for a coward."Rokoff would have made some kind of retort, but he checked himself, for he realized that it would require but little excuse for the old man to turn upon him.
Together they left the tent.At the door Rokoff could not resist the temptation to turn and fling a parting taunt at Tarzan.
"Sleep well, monsieur," he said, "and do not forget to pray well, for when you die tomorrow it will be in such agony that you will be unable to pray for blaspheming."No one had bothered to bring Tarzan either food or water since noon, and consequently he suffered considerably from thirst.
He wondered if it would be worth while to ask his guard for water, but after making two or three requests without receiving any response, he decided that it would not.
Far up in the mountains he heard a lion roar.How much safer one was, he soliloquized, in the haunts of wild beasts than in the haunts of men.Never in all his jungle life had he been more relentlessly tracked down than in the past few months of his experience among civilized men.Never had he been any nearer death.
Again the lion roared.It sounded a little nearer.Tarzan felt the old, wild impulse to reply with the challenge of his kind.
His kind? He had almost forgotten that he was a man and not an ape.
He tugged at his bonds.God, if he could but get them near those strong teeth of his.He felt a wild wave of madness sweep over him as his efforts to regain his liberty met with failure.
Numa was roaring almost continually now.It was quite evident that he was coming down into the desert to hunt.
It was the roar of a hungry lion.Tarzan envied him, for he was free.No one would tie him with ropes and slaughter him like a sheep.It was that which galled the ape-man.
He did not fear to die, no--it was the humiliation of defeat before death, without even a chance to battle for his life.
It must be near midnight, thought Tarzan.He had several hours to live.Possibly he would yet find a way to take Rokoff with him on the long journey.He could hear the savage lord of the desert quite close by now.Possibly he sought his meat from among the penned animals within the DOUAR.
For a long time silence reigned, then Tarzan's trained ears caught the sound of a stealthily moving body.It came from the side of the tent nearest the mountains--the back.
Nearer and nearer it came.He waited, listening intently, for it to pass.For a time there was silence without, such a terrible silence that Tarzan was surprised that he did not hear the breathing of the animal he felt sure must be crouching close to the back wall of his tent.
There! It is moving again.Closer it creeps.Tarzan turns his head in the direction of the sound.It is very dark within the tent.
Slowly the back rises from the ground, forced up by the head and shoulders of a body that looks all black in the semi-darkness.
Beyond is a faint glimpse of the dimly starlit desert.
A grim smile plays about Tarzan's lips.At least Rokoff will be cheated.How mad he will be! And death will be more merciful than he could have hoped for at the hands of the Russian.
Now the back of the tent drops into place, and all is darkness again--whatever it is is inside the tent with him.He hears it creeping close to him--now it is beside him.He closes his eyes and waits for the mighty paw.Upon his upturned face falls the gentle touch of a soft hand groping in the dark, and then a girl's voice in a scarcely audible whisper pronounces his name.
"Yes, it is I," he whispers in reply."But in the name of Heaven who are you?""The Ouled-Nail of Sisi Aissa," came the answer.While she spoke Tarzan could feel her working about his bonds.
Occasionally the cold steel of a knife touched his flesh.
A moment later he was free.
"Come!" she whispered.
On hands and knees he followed her out of the tent by the way she had come.She continued crawling thus flat to the ground until she reached a little patch of shrub.There she halted until he gained her side.For a moment he looked at her before he spoke.
"I cannot understand," he said at last."Why are you here?
How did you know that I was a prisoner in that tent?
How does it happen that it is you who have saved me?"She smiled."I have come a long way tonight," she said, "and we have a long way to go before we shall be out of danger.
Come; I shall tell you all about as we go."Together they rose and set off across the desert in the direction of the mountains.
"I was not quite sure that I should ever reach you," she said at last."EL ADREA is abroad tonight, and after I left the horses I think he winded me and was following--Iwas terribly frightened."
