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among them. But as he
got deeper into the story she was remembering certain things Ebid Ela
had told her, so long ago that she had forgotten them until this moment.
And once Ekoti, his eyes big with wonderment, broke in: "True, true I
have heard the old ones speak of such days. It is said--"
Sheena silenced him with a quick gesture and Rick went on: "See, the
carvings tell the story of Yamo Galagi's visit to the Portuguese king. It
may be that the man who dropped it got it in trade," he concluded. "But
I do not think so. No, the drum calls the Abama warriors to Massumba,
I think."
Sheena was silent for a moment, turning it all over in her mind. Her
keen brain was quick to grasp the significance of what Rick had told
her.
"If this be so," she summed up. "the drum speaks of much evil that is
brewing at Massumba. It must be silenced, Ekoti," she added, turning
to the chief.
Ekoti looked down at his feet; then: "The Abamas will not help you,
Sheena. The witchdoctors have frightened them, and I fear--"
"Have I asked for their help, Ekoti? If you are not afraid of ghosts, we

two will go to Massumba--"
"We three," Rick put in quietly. And she turned to look him up and
down with an amused smile.
"It will be a hard trek for you," she told him. "There will be no servants
to carry Bwana's tent, to fetch his water and to cook his food." She saw
a muscle tighten in his jaw; but in a moment his slow smile had relaxed
the tension, and he said:
"Anywhere you go, I can follow."
Now, it flashed into her mind that, with the Abamas worked up, excited
by the fetish-call of the big drum, she would not be able to get porters
to take him to the coast. And there was a meaner thought--it might be
well for him to learn that to trek with a safari was one thing, and to trek
with Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, quite another thing. Truly, such a
trek would put an end, once and for all, to any notion he might have of
living in the jungle with her. She laughed softly and said:
"So be it, Bwana. Follow me, then!" She picked up her bow and quiver,
gave him a dazzling smile, and then sped across the clearing without a
backward glance.
Rick's lips rounded to an oath, and he would have started to run after
her had not Ekoti caught his arm.
"You could not catch her, Bwana," the chief told him. "No man could.
Always she will be in the trees ahead of. us. You and I, we will follow
on the ground, as real people must."
Rick looked up the game trail, into the misty green of which Sheena
had already vanished, rubbing the nape of his neck with his hand. He
muttered something under his breath which would have made the
Jungle Queen's ears burn had she heard it, then he turned to Ekoti and
said gravely:
"It will be good to trek with the chief of the Abamas."

"It will be good to trek with the slayer of the Bearded One," Ekoti
returned with a flash of white teeth. Then he looked down at Rick's
empty holster and asked: "But where is the Father-of-Six?"
"Must be around somewhere," said Rick and started. to look around the
clearing for his Colt. Ekoti soon spotted it, gleaming in the the grass
where it had been knocked from Rick's hand. He picked it up and gave
it to Rick.
"If I had such a gun, and could shoot as quickly and as straight as you
do, I would fear no man," he said.
"There is such another in my tent," Rick told him. "When I was at the
coast I thought of my friend Ekoti, and I bought the gun for him. I will
teach him to shoot with it."
"Truly?" the young chief's eyes bulged.
"Truly," said Rick, and went to his tent to get the gun. But when he
came back the Abama chief's face was set in stern lines. He said:
"There is a thing in my mind, Bwana. It will be good to speak of it
before I take your gift I know what is in your heart. Sheena's skin is
white, your skin is white. It would be good for you to mate with her,
you think. It may be so. But I tell you now that if you try to take her to
the coast with you this spear will drink your blood!"
For a time black and white, both perfect specimens of their race, looked
deeply each into the other's