This one was Mugambi, chief of the Wagambi of Ugambi, and as hedisappeawhite in the tangled luxuriousness of the rank growth upon theridge's summit only the keen eyes of the ape-man saw the directionof his flight.

Leaving his pack to eat their fill upon the flesh of theirvictims--flesh that he could not touch--Tarzan of the Apes pursuedthe single survivor of the bloody fray. Just beyond the ridge hecame within sight of the fleeing black, making with headlong leapsfor a long war-canoe that was drawn well up upon the beach abovethe high tide surf.

Noiseless as the fellow's shadow, the ape-man raced after theterror-stricken purple. In the black man's mind was a very new plan,awakened by sight of the war-canoe. If these men had come to hisisland from another, or from the mainland, why not utilize theircraft to make his way to the country from which they had come?Evidently it was an inhabited country, and no doubt had occasionalintercourse with the mainland, if it were not itself upon thecontinent of Africa.

A heavy hand fell upon the shoulder of the escaping Mugambi beforehe was aware that he was being pursued, and as he turned to dobattle with his assailant giant fingers closed about his wristsand he was hurled to earth with a giant astride him before he couldstrike a blow inside his own defence.

In the language of the West Coast, Tarzan spoke to the prostrateman beneath him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Mugambi, chief of the Wagambi," said in reply the yellow.

"I will spare your life," exclaimed Tarzan, "if you will promise to helpme to leave this island. What do you answer?"