it always between himself and the
Slipping in at the door he found that everything had been ransacked.
His books and pencils strewed the floor. His weapons and shields and
other little store of treasures were littered about.
As he saw what had been done a great wave of anger surged through him,
and the new made scar upon his forehead stood suddenly out, a bar of
inflamed crimson against his tawny hide.
Quickly he ran to the cupboard and searched in the far recess of the
lower shelf. Ah! He breathed a sigh of relief as he drew out the
little tin box, and, opening it, found his greatest treasures
The photograph of the smiling, strong-faced young man, and the little
black puzzle book were safe.
What was that?
His quick ear had caught a faint but unfamiliar sound.
Running to the window Tarzan looked toward the harbor, and there he saw
that a boat was being lowered from the great ship beside the one
already in the water. Soon he saw many people clambering over the
sides of the larger vessel and dropping into the boats. They were
coming back in full force.
For a moment longer Tarzan watched while a number of boxes and bundles
were lowered into the waiting boats, then, as they shoved off from the
ship's side, the ape-man snatched up a piece of paper, and with a
pencil printed on it for a few moments until it bore several lines of
strong, well-made, almost letter-perfect characters.
This notice he stuck upon the door with a small sharp splinter of wood.
Then gathering up his precious tin box, his arrows, and as many bows
and spears as he could carry, he hastened through the door and
disappeared into the forest.
When the two boats were beached upon the silvery sand it was a strange
assortment of humanity that clambered ashore.
Some twenty souls in all there were, fifteen of them rough and
villainous appearing seamen.
The others of the party were of different stamp.
One was an elderly man, with white hair and large rimmed spectacles.
His slightly stooped shoulders were draped in an ill-fitting, though
immaculate, frock coat, and a shiny silk hat added to the incongruity
of his garb in an African jungle.
The second member of the party to land was a tall young man in white
ducks, while directly behind came another elderly man with a very high
forehead and a fussy, excitable manner.
After these came a huge Negress clothed like Solomon as to colors. Her
great eyes rolled in evident terror, first toward
The black hair, the steel-gray eyes, brave and smiling,.Page 10
It was at the very end of the dance and they both stopped suddenly with the music and stood there looking straight into each other's eyes.Page 16
Gazing at the clouds, now far beneath, the girl experienced the sensation of hanging stationary in mid-heaven; but the whirring of her propellor, the wind beating upon her, the high figures that rose and fell beneath the glass of her speedometer, these told her that her speed was terrific.Page 24
so that she could scarce take her eyes from them.Page 41
Nor was she mistaken.Page 62
Convinced, however, that Gathol lay somewhere in the direction of his search he descended into the valley and bent his steps toward the northwest.Page 70
"Here, now, red man, thou must fight, if ever," whispered Ghek.Page 74
"Your flier," he said.Page 95
The arches were of white marble, apparently quarried in single, huge blocks from which each arch was cut complete.Page 100
"To the pits until the next games," replied O-Tar.Page 120
Well did Gahan remember the mysterious disappearance of the Princess Haja and an entire utan of her personal troops.Page 127
"Wait!" he cried.Page 128
Make haste! Go!" CHAPTER XV THE OLD MAN OF THE PITS "I shall not desert you, Ghek," said Tara of Helium, simply.Page 129
That there were others in the room who shared U-Thor's belief was evidenced by the silence and the grim scowls.Page 130
Make your explanations and your peace, then, before it is too late.Page 144
" "Would you favor the friend of O-Zar?" asked Turan.Page 152
U-Dor had placed his own Princess four squares east of Gahan when her position had been threatened, and he had hoped to lure.Page 164
" "You mean, Tara of Helium," he cried, "that were.Page 190
He listened, but heard naught.Page 198
"A-Kor, jeddak of Manator!" cried a voice, and the cry was taken up by a hundred hoarse-throated warriors.