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The black trembled, his knees giving beneath him. "He ordered us to do it," he plead. "Who ordered it done?" demanded Tarzan. "Underlieutenant von Goss," replied the soldier. "He, too, is here." "I shall find him," returned Tarzan, grimly. "You helped to crucify Wasimbu, the Waziri, and, while he suffered, you laughed." The fellow reeled.
Fifty-two more ingots passed out of the vaults, making the total of one hundred which Tarzan intended taking away with him. As the last of the Waziri filed from the chamber, Tarzan turned back for a last glimpse of the fabulous wealth upon which his two inroads had made no appreciable impression.
"I shall tell them," he said, "that I apprehended you after you escaped from the camp, that I took you to Achmet Zek, and that as he was engaged in a stubborn battle with the Waziri, he directed me to return to camp with you, to obtain here a sufficient guard, and to ride north with you as rapidly as possible and dispose of you at the most advantageous terms to a certain slave broker whose name he gave me."
"First we will await the coming of the rash Waziri, and after we have slain them we may take our time to the treasure none will disturb it where it lies, for we shall leave none alive who knows of its existence. "And the woman?" asked Werper. "I shall sell her in the north," replied the raider. "It is the only way, now. She should bring a good price." The Belgian nodded. He was thinking rapidly.
"We do not want you here. There can be no peace between Arab and Waziri." Mugambi, although not born in Waziri, had been adopted into the tribe, which now contained no member more jealous of its traditions and its prowess than he. Achmet Zek drew to one side of his horde, speaking to his men in a low voice. A moment later, without warning, a ragged volley was poured into the ranks of the Waziri.
"Why, Mugambi!" she exclaimed. "What has happened? Why are you lowering the shutters?" Mugambi pointed out across the plain to where a white-robed force of mounted men was now distinctly visible. "Arabs," he explained. "They come for no good purpose in the absence of the Great Bwana." Beyond the neat lawn and the flowering shrubs, Jane Clayton saw the glistening bodies of her Waziri.
The girl was a prey to the nervous reaction from the frightful ordeal through which she had so recently passed, and in her overwrought state it seemed that never again should she dare descend to the ground among the fearsome dangers which infested the broad stretch of jungle that she knew must lie between herself and the nearest village of her faithful Waziri.
Here, instead of continuing on toward the northwest and their village, Tarzan guided them almost directly west, until on the morning of the thirty-third day he bade them break camp and return to their own village, leaving the gold where they had stacked it the previous night. "And you, Waziri?" they asked. "I shall remain here for a few days, my children," he replied.
It is true that he had slain Hauptmann Fritz Schneider, that Underlieutenant von Goss had died at his hands, and that he had otherwise wreaked vengeance upon the men of the German company who had murdered, pillaged, and raped at Tarzan's bungalow in the Waziri country. There was still another officer to be accounted for, but him he could not find.
The next morning they set out upon the short journey to Tarzan's cabin. Four Waziri bore the body of the dead Englishman. It had been the ape-man's suggestion that Clayton be buried beside the former Lord Greystoke near the edge of the jungle against the cabin that the older man had built.
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