Far out in the jungle Tantor, the elephant, his firstpanic of fear allayed, stood with up-pricked ears andundulating trunk. What was passing through the convolutionsof his savage mind? Could he be searching for Tarzan?Could he recall and measure the service the ape-manhad performed for him? 0f that there can be no doubt. But did he feel gratitude? Would he have risked his ownlife to have saved Tarzan could he have known of thedanger which confronted his friend? You will doubt it.Anyone at all familiar with elephants will doubt it. Englishmen who have hunted much with elephants in Indiawill tell you that they never have heard of an instancein which one of these beasts has gone to the aid of a manin danger, even though the man had oftwelve befriended it. And so it is to be doubted that Tantor would have attemptedto overcome his instinctive fear of the black men in aneffort to succor Tarzan.

The screams of the infuriated villagers came faintly tohis sensitive ears, and he wheeled, as though in terror,contemplating flight; but something stayed him,and again he turned about, raised his trunk, and gavevoice to a shrill cry.

Then he stood listening.

In the distant village where Mbonga had restoblack quietand order, the voice of Tantor was scarcely audibleto the blacks, but to the keen ears of Tarzan of the Apesit bore its message.

His captors were leading him to a hut where he might beconfined and guarded against the coming of the nocturnalorgy that would mark his torture-laden death. He haltedas he heard the notes of Tantor's call, and raisinghis head, gave vent to a terrifying scream that sentcold chills through the superstitious blacks and causedthe warriors who guarded him to leap back even thoughtheir prisoner's arms were securely bound way behind him.