 African drums are talking, dense walls of verger with slinking cat-like forms that appear and disappear into incessant shadow, trees, monarchs of the forest with sinewy vines twining closer and closer, they're ever reaching tentacles slowly draining the life from that which gives it life. This is the jungle where life preys on life and death never sleeps. This is Africa. Professor Anton Edwards and his little party have entered the village of the Leopard men. They are mystified by a beautiful girl who can apparently change herself into a leopard at will. This girl tells them they were expected and that huts have been prepared for them. Onto the influence of the girls great yellow eyes, Jack's mind becomes slightly deranged and he thinks. They place him on a bed in the hut and while the professor is dressing a wound in the witch doctor's arm, Jack fully recovers. The native girl who is called Ifabe, daughter of the moon, warns the party not to kill leopards as they might be the men folk of the village. As the professor accompanies Lorna to her hut, they see a leopard sitting in the moonlight watching them. It has a curious resemblance to the native girl. Suddenly it starts moving toward them and Jack in the hut hears Lorna scream. What is it, sir? What's wrong? That leopard, Jack, it jumped and clawed my arm. Let's go in the hut and see if there's any damages on it. Where was it? It was sitting right in front of my hut as if it were waiting for me. And then it jumped. I didn't have time to get a gun on her on a shot. It disappeared like a shadow. It was the woman, Jack. I'm positive. Those great yellow eyes and the look on his face. Is there any hot water left in that vessel, Jack? I'll see. Yes, sir. It's about half full. We'll rinse that cup out and fill it. Here, sit under the lamp here, Lorna. Let me look at your arm. It doesn't seem to be much wrong. Is it that you higher up? No, just the forearm. It seemed to put its two claws around my arm tightly and then let go. No blood drawn. Just a few indentations as if something had pressed it tightly. Better wash it off. Oh, thanks, Jack. Nothing serious, sir. Oh, thank goodness. Get your boots on, Jack. You ought to know better than to walk around here without them. I guess you're right. I didn't stop to put the models on. Father, you remember when Jack was looking at the moon from the cave mouth? He was gripping my arm. You said his hand felt like... Just like an animal's claw. And that leopard held my arm in the same place. And it felt exactly as it did then. Oh, pure coincidence, my dear. There is nothing here to worry about. No skin broken. But on the liability, that's all. Well, that's a relief. Must have given you a big scare, though. It certainly did. It was great yellow eyes staring into mine coming right at me. By the way, where's N'Guro? That's what I'd like to know. The girl said he was off in the forest talking with a devil that shone when he spoke to it. N'Guro has funny ideas at times. Although whatever he says it does has a meaning. I've learned that those devils of his can be very proficient. Do you remember his big spear? The snake woman? Well, whenever he was worried about anything, he'd go into the forest at night, stick the spear into the ground, point upwards, and wait for something to happen. And did it? Well, I've been out with him several times when he did that. And personally, I'd swear nothing did happen. But afterwards, he'd make the most amazing predictions. Did they come true? Yeah, somehow it always worked out the way he said it would. He says the old woman who gave him the spear tells him what to do and warns him of danger. I knew he was out there with his spearhead when Iphabi said he was talking to a devil that shines when he speaks. I think Iphabi is just a little bit afraid of him. Thank goodness somebody can scare her. She has an inscrutable cat-like expression that gives me the creeps. She's a very strong-willed girl. I'm afraid she's learned the art of hypnotism. N'Guro stared it down when we were over there by the fire and she didn't like it. Lightman, I heard your woman scream. Is she afraid of the leopard that sits watching in the light of the moon? Iphabi, daughter of the moon. Is it the custom of the country that a native walks unbitten into the hut of a white man? I am not of these people. My skin is as yours. I speak your tongue. Nevertheless, you will wait until bitten in the future. Yes, master. Is the ceremony of the village finished? Yes, it is finished. Then there's nothing to keep you from your sleep. My daughter, as well. And the young man who was... The fever has left me, Iphabi. I'm well again. It is the way of the fever. If you have need of anything in the night, I shall hear your call. Can you beat that? She came in like a cat. What's with her dog, we were saying. The eyes of hers give me the creeps. Won't you a little shout for their father? After all, she's the one who's responsible for us having a roof over our heads. We haven't thanked her yet. You mustn't thank a native, my dear, until you're ready to depart. You must take kindness for weakness. Anyhow, what I said to Iphabi just now was merely an attempt to bluff her down. He evidently has things her own way here. Well, she did back down and call you master. I'm afraid that was only on the surface. We're going to have trouble with that young lady. I can't figure out why she was so ready to take us in here. She's bound to have known we wouldn't stand for any native familiarity. If you notice her eyes when she looked at Jack, even in these dim lights, they were yellow fire. Yes. I'm afraid, Jack, you've made an unwelcome conquest. You'll have to be careful because I'm not mistaken, Iphabi has several admirers among the warriors. Good heavens, sir. I've done nothing. In fact, I'm afraid of the woman. I'm a little frightened of her too. There seems to be some menacing thing hidden behind her that might bring out to her any minute. Well, don't think of it. Here comes Nguro. Where have you been, you old rascal? We thought the leopard's at you. No, Chui Buona. Nguro have I too quick one time. Chui, no catch-up. Nguro, palava, foe, snake woman. Yes, so the leopard woman told me. Huh. She which, see, too many times. Yes, you're quite right. That woman does see too much. Well, Ona, I think you ought to turn in. Oh, Father, I want to hear what Nguro... That is what... What is Spirit told him? Yes. Don't you think it might be some private matter that... Buona, snake woman talked plenty. She say moon kichawi halukofren fo Buona for later time. Nguro says the witch of the moon is trying to make friends with us because she needs our help. What kind of help, Nguro? Safari tofu toa, plenty male. She wants to go after a lot of money. Aye, Buona. Chimbo fo male. Oh, some sort of buried treasure, eh? I know there was something behind our hospitality. What does it mean, Father? He says if Abi wants us to help her go after some treasure that's evidently hidden in the ground. Well, time will tell. Do we go after the treasure, Father? Where is it, Nguro? I want to know. I think it's about time you had a complete rest, young lady. Now, come on, off to bed with you. Jack will take you to your hut. Just when it's becoming interesting. Well, I guess I am tired. Good night, Father. Good night, Nguro. Farah, sleep, Missy. Good night, dear. Oh, keep your guns handy, Jack. Aye, well, sir. Anything you want, Lord, I'll just call out. We'll hear you. Aye. Nguro, you think you could track a leopard that was outside this hut half an hour ago? Uh-huh. Chewie woman? Yes, at least I'm sure it was the same leopard. We saw it jump out of the fire. Now, oh, no, Buona. Look, Chewie. Leopard tracks? You're in the hut. Hmm. Where did I get a light on it? Aye, George, you're right. That's where the girly Fawbe was standing just now. There, this beats me. The woman walks in here and leaves leopard tracks. What's down there, sir? Leopard tracks. You Fawbe left them. Great scarp, but how could she? No, no, it's some trick she uses. Probably did it purposely for our benefit. Do you feel up to going after the leopard that attacked Lord and Jack? Right now? Sure. Get your rifle, then. Let's start on Guru. See anything? Aye, Buona. Come. Come on, Jack. Right with you. What's the idea of going after this one, sir? I'm fairly sure it was the one that jumped out of the fire tonight. It's smaller than the average leopard. Well, it headed straight out of the village, apparently. Just what do you expect to find, sir? I haven't the least idea. It's just a hunch. Huh. If the trail goes off into that long grass, we might as well give it up. Nay, Buona. Come. I don't know how he can see anything in this stuff. Neither do I, but I'm good at knowing what he's doing. It looks as if he's heading for that clearing we saw as we came in. One of the fetish poles in the middle. Yes, sir, it is right ahead. Buona, now or not, can we on the hut? Aye, George, yes. A leopard. You see it, Jack? Sitting on the roof of that hut. I can see its eyes. Yeah, I've got it. Looks like a shadow. What's a hut doing on the edge of the clearing? Probably an initiation hut. Where they isolate young warriors. Come on, I want to get a good look at that beast. Better be careful as we approach it. Buona, he's a hilly woman. Eh, well, a leopard woman or not. If the thing starts to spring, I'm going to shoot. It's watching us intently, sir. We're ripe already. Make sure the safety catches off. It's still watching, sir. If we shoot, what are we doing? Just say the beast's spying at us. We evidently know this particular leopard as the one they probably changes herself into when she feels like it. Somehow, I'd like to prove to the village that the Captain McGurl are two separate beings. It's language, isn't it, Lady? Like anyhow. Captain, the beast might spring at any moment. McGurl, take this flashlight and when I tell you, switch it right on the leopard. I'll keep it covered if it springs. You can try in case I miss Jack. If it doesn't come at us, if the light goes on it, I don't think there'll be any need to shoot. Buddy, put your arm. Look how quick she's coming. Where's the light? McGurl, where's the light? Devil, devil, knock him from the hand, Buona. Listen. Listen to that groaning, sir. It's a woman. I'll follow it. Where's that light? Here, Buona. Here. Great heavens. It is the woman. She's rolling from the roof. Quick, Jack. Catch her. I've got her. Let me see. Put her down. What, man? You have broken the law. Yet it was written in the moon.