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Lady Jane, ignorant of the fact that a state of war existed between Great Britain

and Germany, welcomed the officers most hospitably and gave orders through her

trusted Waziri to prepare a feast for the black soldiers of the enemy.

Far to the east, Tarzan of the Apes was traveling rapidly from Nairobi toward the

farm. At Nairobi he had received news of the World War that had already started,

and, anticipating an immediate invasion of British East Africa by the Germans,

was hurrying homeward to fetch his wife to a place of greater security. With him

were a score of his ebon warriors, but far too slow for the ape-man was the

progress of these trained and hardened woodsmen.

When necessity demanded, Tarzan of the Apes sloughed the thin veneer of his

civilization and with it the hampering apparel that was its badge. In a moment

the polished English gentleman reverted to the naked ape man.

His mate was in danger. For the time, that single thought dominated. He did not

think of her as Lady Jane Greystoke, but rather as the she he had won by the

might of his steel thews, and that he must hold and protect by virtue of the same

offensive armament.

It was no member of the House of Lords who swung swiftly and grimly through

the tangled forest or trod with untiring muscles the wide stretches of open plain--

it was a great he ape filled with a single purpose that excluded all thoughts of

fatigue or danger.

Little Manu, the monkey, scolding and chattering in the upper terraces of the

forest, saw him pass. Long had it been since he had thus beheld the great

Tarmangani naked and alone hurtling through the jungle. Bearded and gray was

Manu, the monkey, and to his dim old eyes came the fire of recollection of those

days when Tarzan of the Apes had ruled supreme, Lord of the Jungle, over all the

myriad life that trod the matted vegetation between the boles of the great trees, or

flew or swung or climbed in the leafy fastness upward to the very apex of the

loftiest terraces.

And Numa, the lion, lying up for the day close beside last night's successful kill,

blinked his yellow-green eyes and twitched his tawny tail as he caught the scent

spoor of his ancient enemy.

Nor was Tarzan senseless to the presence of Numa or Manu or any of the many

jungle beasts he passed in his rapid flight towards the west. No particle had his

shallow probing of English society dulled his marvelous sense faculties. His nose

had picked out the presence of Numa, the lion, even before the majestic king of

beasts was aware of his passing.

Tarzan the Untamed