They had almost completed their journey and were making their final rest before forging

ahead to gain the clearing in which lay their village. A few more minutes would have taken them
out of the forest, and then, doubtless, the thing would not have happened which did happen.

A silent figure moved through the trees above them. Keen eyes inspected the cage and
counted the number of warriors. An alert and daring brain figured upon the chances of success
when a certain plan should be put to the test.

Tarzan watched the blacks lolling in 1 the shade. They were exhausted. Already several
of them slept. He crept closer, pausing just above them. Not a leaf rustled before his stealthy
advance. He waited in the infinite patience of the beast of prey. Presently but two of the
warriors remained awake, and one of these was dozing.

Tarzan of the Apes gathered himself, and as he did so the black who did not sleep arose
and passed around to the rear of the cage. The ape-boy followed just above his head. Taug was
eyeing the warrior and emitting low growls. Tarzan feared that the anthropoid would awaken
the sleepers.