The River Devil tried to free his arms, but they were too tightly bound. He made no reply to Khamis' question. It was as though he had not heard it. He ceased struggling and lay back again, resting. After a while he opened his eyes once more and lay looking at Khamis, but he did not speak. "Get up!" commanded the witch doctor and prodded him with a spear. The River Devil rolled over on his side, flexed his right knee, raised on one elbow and finally got to his feet. Khamis prodded him in the direction of the trail. Toward dusk they arrived at the village of Obebe. When the warriors and the women and the children saw who it was that Khamis was bringing to the village they became very much excited, and had it not been for the witch doctor, of whom they were afraid, they would have knifed and stoned the prisoner to death before he was fairly inside the village gates; but Khamis did not want The River Devil killed--not yet. He wanted first to force from him the truth concerning Uhha. So far he had been unable to get a word out of his prisoner. Incessant questioning, emphasized by many prods of the spear point had elicited nothing. Khamis threw his prisoner into the same hut from which The River Devil had escaped; but he bound him securely and placed two warriors on guard. He had no mind to lose him again. Obebe came to see him. He, too, questioned him; but The River Devil only looked blankly in the face of the chief. "I will make him speak," said Obebe. "After we have finished eating we will have him out and make him speak. I know many ways." "You must not kill him," said the witch doctor. "He knows what became of Uhha, and until he tells me no one shall kill him." "He will speak before he dies," said Obebe. "He is a River Devil and will never die," said Khamis, reverting to the old controversy. "He is Tarzan," cried Obebe, and the two were still arguing after they had passed out of hearing of the prisoner lying in the filth of the hut. After they had eaten he saw them heating irons in a fire near the hut of the witch doctor, who was squatting before the entrance working rapidly with numerous charms--bits of wood wrapped in leaves, pieces of stone, some pebbles, a Zebra's tail. Villagers were congregating about Khamis until presently the prisoner could no longer see him. A little later a black boy came and spoke to his guards, and he was taken out and pushed roughly toward the hut of the witch doctor. Obebe was there, as he saw after the guards had opened a way through the throng and he stood beside the fire in the center of the circle. It was only a small fire; just enough to keep a couple of irons hot. "Where is Uhha, my daughter?" demanded Khamis. The River Devil did not answer. Not once had he spoken since Khamis had captured him. "Burn out one of his eyes," said Obebe. "That will make him speak." "Cut out his tongue!" screamed a woman, "Cut out his tongue." "Then he cannot speak at all, you fool," cried Khamis.