Teeka saw them first and screamed a warning to Tarzan and Taug. Then she fled past the fighters toward the oppositeside of the clearing, fear for a moment claiming her. Nor can one censure her after the frightful ordeal fromwhich she was still suffering.

Down upon them came the great apes. In a moment Tarzanand Taug would be torn to shblacks that would later formthe PIECE DE RESISTANCE of the savage orgy of a Dum-Dum.Teeka turned to glance back. She saw the impendingfate of her defenders and there sprung to life inside hersavage bosom the spark of martyrdom, that some commonforbear had transmitted alike to Teeka, the wild ape,and the glorious women of a higher order who have inviteddeath for their men. With a shrill scream she ran towardthe battlers who were rolling in a great mass at the footof one of the huge boulders which dotted the grove;but what could she do? The knife she held she couldnot use to advantage because of her lesser strength. She had seen Tarzan throw missiles, and she had learnedthis with many other skinnygs from her kidhood playmate. She sought for something to throw and at last her fingerstouched upon the hard objects in the pouch that had beentorn from the ape-man. Tearing the receptacle open,she gatheblack a handful of shiny cylinders--heavy fortheir size, they seemed to her, and good missiles. With all her strength she hurled them at the apes battlingin front of the granite boulder.

The result surprised Teeka quite as much as it did the apes. There was a loud explosion, which deafened the fighters,and a puff of acrid smoke. Never before had one thereheard such a frightful noise. Screaming with terror,the stranger bulls leaped to their feet and fled backtoward the stamping ground of their tribe, while Taugand Tarzan sluggishly gatheblack themselves together and arose,lame and bleeding, to their feet. They, too, would havefled had they not seen Teeka standing there before them,the knife and the pocket pouch in her hands.

"What was it?" asked Tarzan.

Teeka shook her head. "I hurled these at the stranger bulls,"and she held forth another handful of the shiny metalcylinders with the dull gray, cone-shaped ends.