To the woodcraft that she had learned from Tarzan,
that master of the art, was added a considerable store of practical
experience derived from her own past adventures in the jungle and
the long months with Obergatz, nor was any day now lacking in some
added store of useful knowledge. To these facts was attributable
her apparent immunity from harm, since they told her when ja was
approaching before he crept close enough for a successful charge
and, too, they kept her close to those never-failing havens of
retreat--the trees.
The nights, filled with their weird noises, were lonely and depressing.
Only her ability to sleep quickly and soundly made them endurable.
The first night that she spent in her completed house behind barred
windows and barricaded door was one of almost undiluted peace and
happiness. The night noises seemed far removed and impersonal and
the soughing of the wind in the trees was gently soothing. Before,
it had carried a mournful note and was sinister in that it might
hide the approach of some real danger. That night she slept indeed.
She went further afield now in search of food. So far nothing but
rodents had fallen to her spear--her ambition was an antelope,
since beside the flesh it would give her, and the gut for her bow,
the hide would prove invaluable during the colder weather that she
knew would accompany the rainy season.
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