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Do not touch me!" she cried. "I will tell Usanga if you do not leave me alone, and

you know what he will do to you."

The man only laughed drunkenly, and, reaching out his hand, grabbed her arm

and dragged her toward him. She fought and cried aloud for Usanga and at the

same instant the entrance to the hut was darkened by the form of a man.

What is the matter?" shouted the newcomer in the deep tones that the girl

recognized as belonging to the black sergeant. He had come, but would she be

any better off? She knew that she would not unless she could play upon Usanga's

fear of his woman.

When Usanga found what had happened he kicked the warrior out of the hut and

bade him begone, and when the fellow had disappeared, muttering and

grumbling, the sergeant approached the white girl. He was very drunk, so drunk

that several times she succeeded in eluding him and twice she pushed him so

violently away that he stumbled and fell.

Finally he became enraged and rushing upon her, seized her in his long, apelike

arms. Striking at his face with clenched fists she tried to protect herself and drive

him away. She threatened him with the wrath of Naratu, and at that he changed

his tactics and began to plead, and as he argued with her, promising her safety

and eventual freedom, the warrior he had kicked out of the hut made his

staggering way to the hut occupied by Naratu.

Usanga finding that pleas and promises were as unavailing as threats, at last lost

both his patience and his head, seizing the girl roughly, and simultaneously there

burst into the hut a raging demon of jealousy. Naratu had come. Kicking,

scratching, striking, biting, she routed the terrified Usanga in short order, and so

obsessed was she by her desire to inflict punishment upon her unfaithful lord

and master that she quite forgot the object of his infatuation.

Bertha Kircher heard her screaming down the village street at Usanga's heels and

trembled at the thought of what lay in store for her at the hands of these two, for

she knew that tomorrow at the latest Naratu would take out upon her the full

measure of her jealous hatred after she had spent her first wrath upon Usanga.

The two had departed but a few minutes when the warrior guard returned. He

looked into the hut and then entered. "No one will stop me now, white woman,"

he growled as he stepped quickly across the hut toward her.

Tarzan of the Apes, feasting well upon a juicy haunch from Bara, the deer, was

vaguely conscious of a troubled mind. He should have been at peace with himself

and all the world, for was he not in his native element surrounded by game in

Tarzan the Untamed