Tarzan shook his head. "Not regularly," he replied. "I must fight in my own way; but I can help you. Whenever I wish I can enter the German lines."

The lioness was young and sleek, and the four males were in their prime—as handsome lions as he ever had seen.

"They may have killed him," assented Colonel Capell; "but I fancy they never captured the beggar alive."

For a moment the latter stood his ground with arched back and snarling face, for all the world like a great, spotted tabby.

Ska fought, but he was no match for even a dying Tarzan, and a moment later the ape-man's teeth closed upon the carrion-eater.

Darkness had fallen and still no one came.

"She is a German and a spy," replied Tarzan.

Usanga grinned. "You know where they are, white woman," he replied. "They are dead, and if this white man does not do as I tell him, he, too, will be dead."

"Tarzan of the Apes is a fool and a weak, old woman,"

As Tarzan tore the flesh from that portion of the kill he had retained for himself his eyes were taking in each detail of the scene below.

The Englishman shook his head. "It is the end of the first leg, anyway," he replied.

The officer laughed nervously. "I couldn't help it, you know, old man," he said; "instinct of self-preservation and all that."

Never before, perhaps, was staged a more thrilling race, and yet it was run with only the moon and stars to see.

"Might be an everyday occurrence from all the effect it has on them," remarked Smith-Oldwick to the girl.

"Who are they—" asked Bertha Kircher, "what kind of people? They differ from any that I ever have seen. And tell me, too, how you came here."

Tarzan's curiosity was aroused.

Smith-Oldwick drew the pistol from his shirt. "If he has made up his mind to kill me,"

"No, not dead," replied Tarzan, "and I see that you are not either. But how about the girl?"

Metak, the son of Herog, was no weakling.

"It is all the same," replied Tarzan; "the lions would have found us here. We could not hope to hide from them."