A few dozing warriors rose from the shadows of the huts where they had been lying and approached the newcomers.
"The chief sleeps," replied one. "Who are you to awaken him? What do you want?"
"I wish to speak to your chief. Go and fetch him!"
The warrior looked at him in wide-eyed amaze, and then broke into a loud laugh.
"The chief must be brought to him," he cried, addressing his fellows, and then, laughing loudly, he slapped his thigh and nudged those nearest him with his elbows.
"Tell him," continued the ape-man, "that Tarzan would speak with him."
Instantly the attitude of his auditors underwent a remarkable transformation—they fell back from him and they ceased laughing—their eyes very wide and round. He who had laughed loudest became suddenly solemn. "Bring mats," he cried, "for Tarzan and his people to sit upon, while I fetch Umanga the chief," and off he ran as fast as he could as though glad of the excuse to escape the presence of the mighty one he feared he had offended.
It made no difference now that they had no safari, no askari, nor any presents. The villagers were vying with one another to do them honor. Even before the chief came many had already brought presents of food and ornaments. Presently Umanga appeared. He was an old man
