The sentry trembled. "Call him back," he begged, "and tell him that I had nothing to do with it. It is not I, but Nyuto, the chief, who is going to kill you." "I cannot call him back," said Tarzan, "and so you had better tell Nyuto not to kill me." "I cannot see Nyuto until morning," wailed the black. "Perhaps then it will be too late." "No," said Tarzan. "The ghost of your grandfather will not do anything until tomorrow." Terrified, the sentry returned to his post where Tarzan heard him fearfully and excitedly discussing the matter with his companion until the ape-man finally dropped off to sleep again. It was late the following morning before anyone entered the hut in which Tarzan was confined. Then came Lukedi with another gourd of milk. He was very much excited. "Is what Ogonyo says true?" he demanded. "Who is Ogonyo?" asked Tarzan. "He was one of the warriors who stood guard here last night, and he has told Nyuto and all the village that he heard the ghost of his grandfather talking with you and that the ghost said that he would kill everyone in the village if you were harmed, and now everyone is afraid." "And Nyuto?" asked Tarzan. "Nyuto is not afraid of anything," said Lukedi. "Not even of ghosts of grandfathers?" asked Tarzan. "No. He alone of all the Bagegos is not afraid of the men of The Lost Tribe, and now he is very angry at you because you have frightened his people and this evening you are to be burned. Look!" And Lukedi pointed to the low doorway of the hut. "From here you can see them placing the stake to which you are to be bound, and the boys are in the forest gathering fagots." Tarzan pointed toward the hole in the roof. "There," he said, "is the hole made by the ghost of Ogonyo's grandfather. Fetch Nyuto and let him see. Then, perhaps, he will believe." "It will make no difference," said Lukedi. "If he saw a thousand ghosts with his own eyes, he would not be afraid. He is very brave, but he is also very stubborn and a fool. Now we shall all die." "Unquestionably," said Tarzan. "Can you not save me?" asked Lukedi. "If you will help me to escape, I promise you that the ghosts shall not harm you." "Oh, if I could but do it," said Lukedi, as he passed the gourd of milk to the ape-man. "You bring me nothing but milk," said Tarzan. "Why is that?" "In this village we belong to the Buliso clan and, therefore, we may not drink the milk nor eat the flesh of Timba, the black cow, so when we have guests or prisoners we save this food for them." Tarzan was glad that the totem of the Buliso clan was a cow instead of a grasshopper, or rainwater from the roofs of houses or one of the hundred of other objects that are venerated by different clans, for while Tarzan's early training had not placed grasshoppers beyond the pale as food for men, he much preferred the milk of Timba.