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In
a
few
minutes
more
Tarzan
swung
into
the
trees
above
Mbonga
's
village
.
Ah
,
he
was
not
quite
too
late
!
Or
,
was
he
?
He
could
not
tell
.
The
figure
at
the
stake
was
very
still
,
yet
the
black
warriors
were
but
pricking
it
.
Tarzan
knew
their
customs
.
The
death
blow
had
not
been
struck
.
He
could
tell
almost
to
a
minute
how
far
the
dance
had
gone
.
In
another
instant
Mbonga
's
knife
would
sever
one
of
the
victim
's
ears
--
that
would
mark
the
beginning
of
the
end
,
for
very
shortly
after
only
a
writhing
mass
of
mutilated
flesh
would
remain
.
There
would
still
be
life
in
it
,
but
death
then
would
be
the
only
charity
it
craved
.
The
stake
stood
forty
feet
from
the
nearest
tree
.
Tarzan
coiled
his
rope
.
Then
there
rose
suddenly
above
the
fiendish
cries
of
the
dancing
demons
the
awful
challenge
of
the
ape-man
.
The
dancers
halted
as
though
turned
to
stone
.
The
rope
sped
with
singing
whir
high
above
the
heads
of
the
blacks
.
It
was
quite
invisible
in
the
flaring
lights
of
the
camp
fires
.
D'Arnot
opened
his
eyes
.
A
huge
black
,
standing
directly
before
him
,
lunged
backward
as
though
felled
by
an
invisible
hand
.
Struggling
and
shrieking
,
his
body
,
rolling
from
side
to
side
,
moved
quickly
toward
the
shadows
beneath
the
trees
.
The
blacks
,
their
eyes
protruding
in
horror
,
watched
spellbound
.
