"but how much better off would I
be? In the eyes of the Gatholians I would be, not a Gatholian; but a
stranger and doubtless they would accord me the same treatment that we
of Manator accord strangers."
"Could you convince them that you are the son of the Princess Haja your
welcome would be assured," said Turan; "while on the other hand you
could purchase your freedom and citizenship with a brief period of
labor in the diamond mines."
"How know you all these things?" asked A-Kor. "I thought you were from
"I am a panthan," replied Turan, "and I have served many countries,
among them Gathol."
"It is what the slaves from Gathol have told me," said A-Kor,
thoughtfully, "and my mother, before O-Tar sent her to live at Manatos.
I think he must have feared her power and influence among the slaves
from Gathol and their descendants, who number perhaps a million people
throughout the land of Manator."
"Are these slaves organized?" asked Turan.
A-Kor looked straight into the eyes of the panthan for a long moment
before he replied. "You are a man of honor," he said; "I read it in
your face, and I am seldom mistaken in my estimate of a man; but--" and
he leaned closer to the other--"even the walls have ears," he
whispered, and Turan's question was answered.
It was later in the evening that warriors came and unlocked the fetter
from Turan's ankle and led him away to appear before O-Tar, the jeddak.
They conducted him toward the palace along narrow, winding streets and
broad avenues; but always from the balconies there looked down upon
them in endless ranks the silent people of the city. The palace itself
was filled with life and activity. Mounted warriors galloped through
the corridors and up and down the runways connecting adjacent floors.
It seemed that no one walked within the palace other than a few slaves.
Squealing, fighting thoats were stabled in magnificent halls while
their riders, if not upon some duty of the palace, played at jetan with
small figures carved from wood.
Turan noted the magnificence of the interior architecture of the
palace, the lavish expenditure of precious jewels and metals, the
gorgeous mural decorations which depicted almost exclusively martial
scenes, and principally duels which seemed to be fought upon jetan
boards of heroic size. The capitals of many of the columns supporting
the ceilings of the corridors and chambers through which they passed
were wrought into formal likenesses of jetan pieces--everywhere there
seemed a suggestion of the game. Along the same path that Tara of
Helium had been led Turan was
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There was something in the man's voice as he said it that caused D'Arnot to look up sharply at his friend.Page 52
"Is it he you mean?" "Yes.Page 55
Tarzan was close beside her.Page 57
Abdul translated from time to time to Tarzan.Page 73
Instinctively he wished that he had his arrows and his knife--he would have felt surer with them.Page 84
His further instructions would be awaiting.Page 87
You are the most despicable cur of a coward, Rokoff, I have ever heard of.Page 95
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For three days he continued his quest, until he had come to a part of the jungle in which he never before had been.Page 116
The warrior realized in an instant that he owed his life to this strange white man, and he also saw that only a miracle could save his preserver from those fierce yellow fangs that had been so near to his own flesh.Page 135
His companions rapidly gathered around at his call, and after a moment's excited conversation they did precisely what Tarzan had reasoned they would.Page 137
With loud shouts and curses they aimed their guns full upon the bearers, threatening instant death to any who might lay down his load.Page 154
He had never seen the slightest indication on the girl's part of more than ordinary friendship.Page 196
humanity who inhabit the ruins of Opar.Page 198
It must be almost time for the knife to fall; but even as he thought these things he was running rapidly toward the sound of the high priestess' voice.Page 203
"We have forgotten your husband.Page 211