in an open game by slaves and criminals, and you
will belong to the side that wins--not to a single warrior, but to all
who survive the game."
The eyes of Tara of Helium flashed, but she made no comment.
"Those who direct the play do not necessarily take part in it,"
continued the slave girl, "but sit in those two great thrones which you
see at either end of the board and direct their pieces from square to
"But where lies the danger?" asked Tara of Helium. "If a piece be taken
it is merely removed from the board--this is a rule of jetan as old
almost as the civilization of Barsoom."
"But here in Manator, when they play in the great arena with living
men, that rule is altered," explained Lan-O. "When a warrior is moved
to a square occupied by an opposing piece, the two battle to the death
for possession of the square and the one that is successful advantages
by the move. Each is caparisoned to simulate the piece he represents
and in addition he wears that which indicates whether he be slave, a
warrior serving a sentence, or a volunteer. If serving a sentence the
number of games he must play is also indicated, and thus the one
directing the moves knows which pieces to risk and which to conserve,
and further than this, a man's chances are affected by the position
that is assigned him for the game. Those whom they wish to die are
always Panthans in the game, for the Panthan has the least chance of
"Do those who direct the play ever actually take part in it?" asked
"Oh, yes," said Lan-O. "Often when two warriors, even of the highest
class, hold a grievance against one another O-Tar compels them to
settle it upon the arena. Then it is that they take active part and
with drawn swords direct their own players from the position of Chief.
They pick their own players, usually the best of their own warriors and
slaves, if they be powerful men who possess such, or their friends may
volunteer, or they may obtain prisoners from the pits. These are games
indeed--the very best that are seen. Often the great chiefs themselves
"It is within this amphitheater that the justice of Manator is meted,
then?" asked Tara.
"Very largely," replied Lan-O.
"How, then, through such justice, could a prisoner win his liberty?"
continued the girl from Helium.
"If a man, and he survived ten games his liberty would be his," replied
"But none ever survives?" queried Tara. "And if a woman?"
His face was partly averted, but his keen gray eyes never left those of Taug, and as he came, his growls increased in depth and volume.Page 12
"Teeka," he said, "it is Tarzan.Page 33
with an angry growl of protest, Tarzan leaped to the branch at the attacking ape's side, and with a single mighty cuff, swept him from his perch.Page 40
Tell me, Goro, are you God?" Of course he did not pronounce God as you or I would pronounce His name, for Tarzan knew naught of the spoken language of his English forbears; but he had a name of his own invention for each of the little bugs which constituted the alphabet.Page 43
A lion roared, suddenly and loud, close without the palisade.Page 47
Mbonga, wily stalker of keen-eared jungle creatures, moved now in utter silence.Page 49
It was as though someone greater than he had commanded him to spare the life of the old man.Page 66
She believed in devils, in black magic, and in witchcraft.Page 71
There are some things too horrible, too hideous, too repulsive for description--Bukawai's face was of these.Page 75
Tarzan saw and sighed again.Page 84
a haunting premonition of the future, and the fear of the hyenas combined to almost paralyze the child.Page 112
It was quite dark when Tarzan returned to the village of Mbonga and took his now polished perch in the tree which overhangs the palisade upon one side of the walled enclosure.Page 119
Another moment and he could reach up with one great paw and drag the ape-man downward to those awful jaws.Page 120
With all his old.Page 131
So sure was she of the safety of her balu and her own ability to take care of herself that she did not voice the cry for help which would soon have brought the other members of the tribe flocking to her side.Page 132
He did not need them, for there was no meat left upon them, and they were not in his way, for he knew no necessity for a bed, and the skeleton upon the floor he easily could step over.Page 135
beast there beat a heart which was moved, however slightly, by the same emotions of paternal love which affect us.Page 142
On they came across the grove, and as they entered the path leading into the dense jungle beyond, a sudden "Kreeg-ah!" shrilled out close before them--a "Kreeg-ah" in the familiar voice of Teeka.Page 144
mate and the other bull of her tribe--they would not need the help of a she in their battle with these two strangers.Page 164
Seizing a blazing branch the man cast it straight into the face of the lion.