CHAPTER III

_The Apes of Toyat_

Three days crawled slowly out of the east and followed one another

across the steaming jungle and over the edge of the world beyond. For

three days the 'Aarab moved slowly northward toward el-Habash. For

three days Tarzan of the Apes lay in the little clearing, bound and

helpless, while Tantor the elephant stood guard above him. Once each

day the great bull brought the ape-man food and water.

The camel leather thongs held securely and no outside aid appeared

to release Tarzan from the ever increasing discomfort and danger of

his predicament. He had called to Manu the monkey to come and gnaw

the strands apart, but Manu, ever irresponsible, had only promised

and forgotten. And so the ape-man lay uncomplaining, as is the way of

beasts, patiently waiting for release, knowing that it might come in

the habiliment of death.

Upon the morning of the fourth day Tantor gave evidences of

restlessness. His brief foragings had exhausted the nearby supply of

food for himself and his charge. He wanted to move on and take Tarzan

with him; but the ape-man was now convinced that to be carried farther

into the elephant country would lessen his chances for succor, for he

felt that the only one of the jungle people who could release him was

Mangani the great ape. Tarzan knew that already he was practically at

the outer limits of the Mangani country, yet there was a remote chance

that a band of the great anthropoids might pass this way and discover

him, while, should Tantor carry him farther north even this meager

likelihood of release would be lost forever.

Tantor wanted to be gone. He nudged Tarzan with his trunk and rolled

him over. He raised him from the ground.

"Put me down, Tantor," said the ape-man, and the pachyderm obeyed, but

he turned and walked away. Tarzan watched him cross the clearing to the

trees upon the far side. There Tantor hesitated, stopped, turned. He

looked back at Tarzan and trumpeted. He dug up the earth with a great

tusk and appeared angry.

"Go and feed," said Tarzan, "and then return. Tomorrow the Mangani may

come."

Tantor trumpeted again and, wheeling about, disappeared in the jungle.

For a long time the ape-man lay listening to the retreating footfalls

of his old friend.

"He is gone," he mused. "I cannot blame him. Perhaps it is as well.

What matter whether it be today, tomorrow, or the day after?"

The morning passed. The noonday silence lay upon the jungle. Only the

insects were abroad. They annoyed Tarzan as they did the other jungle

beasts, but to the poison of their stings he was immune through a

lifetime of inoculation.

Suddenly there came a great scampering through the trees. Little Manu

and his brothers, his sisters and his cousins came trooping madly

through the middle terrace, squealing, chattering and scolding.

"Manu!" called Tarzan. "What comes?"

"The Mangani! The Mangani!" shrieked the monkeys.

"Go and fetch them, Manu!" commanded the ape-man.

"We are afraid."

"Go and call to them from the upper terraces," urged Tarzan. "They

cannot reach you there. Tell them that one of their people lies

helpless here. Tell them to come and release me."

"We are afraid."

"They cannot reach you in the upper terraces. Go! They will be your

friends then."

"They cannot climb to the upper terraces," said an old monkey. "I will

go."

The others, halted in their flight, turned and watched the gray-beard

as he scampered quickly off amongst the loftiest branches of the great

trees, and Tarzan waited.

Presently he heard the deep gutturals of his own people, the great

apes, the Mangani. Perhaps there would be those among them who knew

him. Perhaps, again, the band may have come from afar and have no

knowledge of him, though that he doubted. In them, however, was his

only hope. He lay there, listening, waiting. He heard Manu screaming

and chattering as he scampered about high above the Mangani, then, of

a sudden, silence fell upon the jungle. There was only the sound of

insects, buzzing, humming.

The ape-man lay looking in the direction from which had come the sounds

of the approaching anthropoids. He knew what was transpiring behind

that dense wall of foliage. He knew that presently a pair of fierce

eyes would be examining him, surveying the clearing, searching for an

enemy, warily probing for a trick or a trap. He knew that the first

sight of him might arouse distrust, fear, rage; for what reason had

they to love or trust the cruel and merciless Tarmangani?

There lay great danger in the possibility that, seeing him, they might

quietly withdraw without showing themselves. That, then, would be the

end, for there were no others than the Mangani to whom he might look

for rescue. With this in mind he spoke.

"I am a friend," he called to them. "The Tarmangani caught me and bound

my wrists and ankles. I cannot move. I cannot defend myself. I cannot

get food nor water. Come and remove my bonds."

From just behind the screen of foliage a voice replied. "You are a

Tarmangani."

"I am Tarzan of the Apes," replied the ape-man.

"Yes," screamed Manu, "he is Tarzan of the Apes. The Tarmangani and the

Gomangani bound him and Tantor brought him here. Four times has Kudu

hunted across the sky while Tarzan of the Apes lay bound."

"I know Tarzan," said another voice from behind the foliage and

presently the leaves parted and a huge, shaggy ape lumbered into the

clearing. Swinging along with knuckles to the ground the brute came

close to Tarzan.

"M'walat!" exclaimed the ape-man.

"It is Tarzan of the Apes," said the great ape, but the others did not

understand.

"What?" they demanded.

"Whose band is this?" asked Tarzan.

"Toyat is king," replied M'walat.

"Then do not tell them it is really I," whispered Tarzan, "until

you have cut these bonds. Toyat hates me. He will kill me if I am

defenseless."

"Yes," agreed M'walat.

"Here," said Tarzan, raising his bound wrists. "Bite these bonds in

two."

"You are Tarzan of the Apes, the friend of M'walat. M'walat will do as

you ask," replied the ape.

Of course, in the meager language of the apes, their conversation did

not sound at all like a conversation between men, but was rather a

mixture of growls and grunts and gestures which, however, served every

purpose that could have been served by the most formal and correct of

civilized speech since it carried its messages clearly to the minds of

both the Mangani and the Tarmangani, the Great Ape and the Great White

Ape.

As the other members of the band pressed forward into the clearing,

seeing that M'walat was not harmed, the latter stooped and with

powerful teeth severed the camel leather thongs that secured the wrists

of the ape-man, and similarly he freed his ankles.

As Tarzan came to his feet the balance of the fierce and shaggy band

swung into the clearing. In the lead was Toyat, king ape, and at his

heels eight more full grown males with perhaps six or seven females

and a number of young. The young and the shes hung back, but the bulls

pressed forward to where Tarzan stood with M'walat at his side.

The king ape growled menacingly. "Tarmangani!" he cried. Wheeling in

a circle he leaped into the air and came down on all fours; he struck

the ground savagely with his clenched fists; he growled and foamed, and

leaped again and again. Toyat was working himself to a pitch of rage

that would nerve him to attack the Tarmangani, and by these maneuvers

he hoped also to arouse the savage fighting spirit of his fellows.

"It is Tarzan of the Apes, friend of the Mangani," said M'walat.

"It is a Tarmangani, enemy of the Mangani," cried Toyat. "They come

with great thunder sticks and kill us. They make our shes and our balus

dead with a loud noise. Kill the Tarmangani."

"It is Tarzan of the Apes," growled Gayat. "When I was a little balu he

saved me from Numa. Tarzan of the Apes is the friend of the Mangani."

"Kill the Tarmangani!" shrieked Toyat, leaping high into the air.

Several of the other bulls were now circling and leaping into the air

as Gayat placed himself at Tarzan's side. The ape-man knew them well.

He knew that sooner or later one of them would have excited himself to

such a pitch of maniacal frenzy that he would leap suddenly upon him.

M'walat and Gayat would attack in his defense; several more bulls would

launch themselves into the battle and there would ensue a free for all

fight from which not all of them would emerge alive, and none without

more or less serious injuries; but Tarzan of the Apes did not wish to

battle with his friends.

"Stop!" he commanded raising his opened palm to attract attention. "I

am Tarzan of the Apes, mighty hunter, mighty fighter; long did I range

with the tribe of Kerchak; when Kerchak died I became king ape; many of

you know me; all know that I am first a Mangani; that I am friend to

all Mangani. Toyat would have you kill me because Toyat hates Tarzan

of the Apes. He hates him not because he is a Tarmangani but because

Tarzan once kept Toyat from becoming king. That was many rains ago when

some of you were still balus. If Toyat has been a good king Tarzan is

glad, but now he is not acting like a good king for he is trying to

turn you against your best friend.

"You, Zutho!" he exclaimed, suddenly pointing a finger at a huge bull.

"You leap and growl and foam at the mouth. You would sink your fangs

into the flesh of Tarzan. Have you forgotten, Zutho, the time that you

were sick and the other members of the tribe left you to die? Have you

forgotten who brought you food and water? Have you forgotten who it was

that kept Sabor the lioness and Sheeta the panther and Dango the hyena

from you during those long nights?"

As Tarzan spoke, his tone one of quiet authority, the apes gradually

paused to listen to his words. It was a long speech for the jungle

folk. The great apes nor the little monkeys long concentrated upon one

idea. Already, before he had finished, one of the bulls was overturning

a rotted log in search of succulent insects. Zutho was wrinkling his

brows in unaccustomed recollection. Presently he spoke.

"Zutho remembers," he said. "He is the friend of Tarzan," and ranged

himself beside M'walat. With this the other bulls, except Toyat,

appeared to lose interest in the proceedings and either wandered off in

search of food or squatted down in the grass.

Toyat still fumed, but as he saw his cause deserted he prosecuted his

war dance at a safer distance from Tarzan and his defenders, and it was

not long before he, too, was attracted by the more profitable business

of bug hunting.

And so Tarzan ranged again with the great apes. And as he loafed lazily

through the forest with the shaggy brutes he thought of his foster

mother, Kala, the great she-ape, the only mother he had ever known; he

recalled with a thrill of pride her savage defense of him against all

their natural enemies of the jungle and against the hate and jealousy

of old Tublat, her mate, and against the enmity of Kerchak, the

terrible old king ape.

As it had been but yesterday since he had seen him, Tarzan's memory

projected again upon the screen of recollection the huge bulk and

the ferocious features of old Kerchak. What a magnificent beast he

had been! To the childish mind of the ape-boy Kerchak had been the

personification of savage ferocity and authority, and even today he

recalled him with almost a sensation of awe. That he had overthrown

and slain this gigantic ruler still seemed to Tarzan almost incredible.

He fought again his battles with Terkoz and with Bolgani the gorilla.

He thought of Teeka, whom he had loved, and of Thaka and Tana, and

of the little black boy, Tibo, whom he had endeavored to adopt; and

so he dreamed through lazy daylight hours while Ibn Jad crept slowly

northward toward the leopard city of Nimmr and in another part of the

jungle events were transpiring that were to entangle Tarzan in the

meshes of a great adventure.

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