Part 21 (1/2)

”What if they do charge?” asked the girl; ”there is no means of escape.”

”Why, we should have to fight them,” replied Tarzan.

”What chance would we three have against them?” asked the girl.

The ape-man shrugged his shoulders. ”One must die sometime,” he said. ”To you doubtless it may seem terrible-such a death; but Tarzan of the Apes has always expected to go out in some such way. Few of us die of old age in the jungle, nor should I care to die thus. Some day Numa will get me, or Sheeta, or a black warrior. These or some of the others. What difference does it make which it is, or whether it comes tonight or next year or in ten years? After it is over it will be all the same.”

The girl shuddered. ”Yes,” she said in a dull, hopeless voice, ”after it is over it will be all the same.”

Then she went into the cavern and lay down upon the sand. Smith-Oldwick sat in the entrance and leaned against the cliff. Tarzan squatted on the opposite side.

”May I smoke?” questioned the officer of Tarzan. ”I have been h.o.a.rding a few cigarettes and if it won't attract those bouncers out there I would like to have one last smoke before I cash in. Will you join me?” and he proffered the ape-man a cigarette.

”No, thanks,” said Tarzan, ”but it will be all right if you smoke. No wild animal is particularly fond of the fumes of tobacco so it certainly won't entice them any closer.”

Smith-Oldwick lighted his cigarette and sat puffing slowly upon it. He had proffered one to the girl but she had refused, and thus they sat in silence for some time, the silence of the night ruffled occasionally by the faint crunching of padded feet upon the soft sands of the gorge's floor.

It was Smith-Oldwick who broke the silence. ”Aren't they unusually quiet for lions?” he asked.

”No,” replied the ape-man; ”the lion that goes roaring around the jungle does not do it to attract prey. They are very quiet when they are stalking their quarry.”

”I wish they would roar,” said the officer. ”I wish they would do anything, even charge. Just knowing that they are there and occasionally seeing something like a shadow in the darkness and the faint sounds that come to us from them are getting on my nerves. But I hope,” he said, ”that all three don't charge at once.”

”Three?” said Tarzan. ”There are seven of them out there now.”

”Good Lord! exclaimed Smith-Oldwick.

”Couldn't we build a fire,” asked the girl, ”and frighten them away?”

”I don't know that it would do any good,” said Tarzan, ”as I have an idea that these lions are a little different from any that we are familiar with and possibly for the same reason which at first puzzled me a little-I refer to the apparent docility in the presence of a man of the lion who was with us today. A man is out there now with those lions.”

”It is impossible!” exclaimed Smith-Oldwick. ”They would tear him to pieces.”

”What makes you think there is a man there?” asked the girl.

Tarzan smiled and shook his head. ”I am afraid you would not understand,” he replied. ”It is difficult for us to understand anything that is beyond our own powers.”

”What do you mean by that?” asked the officer.

”Well,” said Tarzan, ”if you had been born without eyes you could not understand sense impressions that the eyes of others transmit to their brains, and as you have both been born without any sense of smell I am afraid you cannot understand how I can know that there is a man there.”

”You mean that you scent a man?” asked the girl.

Tarzan nodded affirmatively.

”And in the same way you know the number of lions?” asked the man.

”Yes,” said Tarzan. ”No two lions look alike, no two have the same scent.”

The young Englishman shook his head. ”No,” he said, ”I cannot understand.”