AT sight of the true Tarzan, Esteban Miranda turned and fled blindly into the jungle. His heart was cold with terror as he rushed on in blind fear. He had no objective in mind. He did not know in what direction he was going. His only thought—the thought which dominated him—was based upon a desire to put as much distance as possible between himself and the ape-man, and so he blundered on, forcing his way through of thorns that tore and lacerated his flesh until, at every step he left a trail of blood behind him.  
At the river’s edge the thorns reached out and seized again, as they had several times before, the precious skin to which he clung with almost the same as he clung to life itself. But this time the thorns would not leave go their hold, and as he struggled to tear it away from them his eyes turned back in the direction from which he had come. He heard the sound of a great body moving rapidly through the toward him, and an instant later saw the baleful glare of two gleaming, yellow-green spots of flame. With a cry of terror the Spaniard his hold upon the leopard skin and, wheeling, dived into the river.
 
As the black waters closed above his head Jad-bal-ja came to the edge of the bank and looked down upon the widening circles which marked the spot of his quarry’s , for Esteban, who was a strong swimmer, struck boldly for the opposite side of the stream, keeping himself well submerged.
 
For a moment the golden lion scanned the surface of the river, and then he turned and at the hide the Spaniard had been forced to leave behind, and grasping it in his tore it from the thorns that held it and carried it back to lay it at the feet of his master.
 
Forced at last to come to the surface for air the Spaniard arose amid a mass of and branches. For a moment he thought that he was lost, so tightly held was he by the , but presently he forced his way upward, and as his head appeared above the surface of the water amidst the foliage he discovered that he had arisen directly beneath a fallen tree that was floating down the center of the stream. After considerable effort he managed to draw himself up to the boughs and find a place astride the great bole, and thus he floated down stream in comparative safety.
 
He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he realized with what comparative ease he had escaped the just of the ape-man. It is true that he the loss of the hide which carried the map to the location of the hidden gold, but he still retained in his possession a far greater treasure, and as he thought of it his hands gloatingly fondled the bag of diamonds fastened to his loin cloth. Yet, even though he this great fortune in diamonds, his mind constantly returned to the golden ingots by the waterfall.
 
“Owaza will get it,” he muttered to himself. “I never trusted the black dog, and when he me I knew well enough what his plans were.”
 
All night long Esteban Miranda floated down stream upon the fallen tree, seeing no sign of life, until shortly after daybreak, he passed a native village upon the shore.
 
It was the village of Obebe, the cannibal, and at sight of the strange figure of the white giant floating down the stream upon the bole of a tree, the young woman who him raised a great and cry until the population of the village lined the shore watching him pass.
 
“It is a strange god,” cried one.
 
“It is the river devil,” said the witch doctor. “He is a friend of mine. Now, indeed, shall we catch many fish if for each ten that you catch you give one to me.”
 
“It is not the river devil,” the deep voice of Obebe, the cannibal. “You are getting old,” he said to the witch doctor, “and of late your medicine has been poor medicine, and now you tell me that Obebe’s greatest enemy is the river devil. That is Tarzan of the Apes. Obebe knows him well.” And in truth every cannibal chief in the vicinity knew Tarzan of the Apes well and feared and hated him, for had been the ape-man’s war against them.
 
“It is Tarzan of the Apes,” repeated Obebe, “and he is in trouble. Perhaps it is our chance to capture him.”
 
He called his about him, and presently half a hundred young started at a jog down the trail that paralleled the river. For miles they followed the slowly moving tree which carried Esteban Miranda until at last at a bend in the river the tree was caught in the outer circle of a slow-moving , which carried it beneath the overhanging limbs of trees growing close to the river’s edge.
 
and chilled and hungry as he was, Esteban was glad of the opportunity to desert his craft and gain the shore. And so, , he drew himself up among the branches of the tree that momentarily offered him a of retreat from the river, and crawling to its stem lowered himself to the ground beneath, unconscious of the fact that in the grasses around him half a hundred cannibal warriors.
 
Leaning against the bole of the tree the Spaniard rested for a moment. He felt for the diamonds and found that they were safe.
 
“I am a lucky devil, after all,” he said aloud, and almost the fifty blacks arose about him and leaped upon him. So sudden was the attack, so overwhelming the force, that the Spaniard had no opportunity to defend himself against them, with the result that he was down and securely bound almost before he could realize what was happening to him.
 
“Ah, Tarzan of the Apes, I have you at last,” gloated Obebe, the cannibal, but Esteban did not understand a word the man said, and so he could make no reply. He talked to Obebe in English, but that language the latter did not understand.
 
Of only one thing was Esteban certain; that he was a prisoner and that he was being taken back toward the interior. When they reached Obebe’s village there was great rejoicing on the part of the women and the children and the warriors who had remained behind. But the witch doctor shook his head and made faces and prophecies.
 
“You have seized the river devil,” he said. “We shall catch no more fish, and presently a great sickness will fall upon Obebe’s people and they will all die like flies.” But Obebe only laughed at the witch doctor for, being an old man and a great king, he had accumulated much wisdom and, with the acquisition of wisdom man is more inclined to be in matters of religion.
 
“You may laugh now, Obebe,” said the witch doctor, “but later you will not laugh. Wait and see.”
 
“When, with my own hands, I kill Tarzan of the Apes, then indeed shall I laugh,” replied the chief, “and when I and my warriors have eaten his heart and his flesh, then, indeed, shall we no longer fear any of your devils.”
 
“Wait,” cried the witch doctor angrily, “and you shall see.”
 
They took the Spaniard, securely bound, and threw him into a hut, through the of which he could see the women of the village preparing cooking fires and pots for the feast of the coming night. A cold sweat stood out upon the brow of Esteban Miranda as he watched these gruesome preparations, the significance of which he could not misinterpret, when coupled with the gestures and the glances that were directed toward the hut where he lay, by the inhabitants of the village.
 
The afternoon was almost spent and the Spaniard felt that he could count the hours of life remaining to him upon possibly two fingers of one hand, when there came from the direction of the river a series of piercing screams which shattered the quiet of the jungle, and brought the inhabitants of the village to startled attention, and an instant later sent them in a mad rush in the direction of the fear-laden . But they were too late and reached the river only just in time to see a woman dragged beneath the surface by a huge crocodile.
 
“Ah, Obebe, what did I tell you?” demanded the witch doctor, . “Already has the devil god commenced his revenge upon your people.”
 
The ignorant villagers, steeped in , looked fearfully from their witch doctor to t............