"Would you favor the friend of O-Zar?" asked Turan.
"Gladly!" exclaimed the other. "What may I do for him?"
"Make me chief of the Black and give me for my pieces all slaves from
Gathol, for I understand that those be excellent warriors," replied the
"It is a strange request," said the keeper, "but for my friend O-Zar I
would do even more, though of course--" he hesitated--"it is customary
for one who would be chief to make some slight payment."
"Certainly," Turan hastened to assure him; "I had not forgotten that. I
was about to ask you what the customary amount is."
"For the friend of my friend it shall be nominal," replied the keeper,
naming a figure that Gahan, accustomed to the high price of wealthy
Gathol, thought ridiculously low.
"Tell me," he said, handing the money to the keeper, "when the game for
the Heliumite is to be played."
"It is the second in order of the day's games; and now if you will come
with me you may select your pieces."
Turan followed the keeper to a large court which lay between the towers
and the jetan field, where hundreds of warriors were assembled. Already
chiefs for the games of the day were selecting their pieces and
assigning them to positions, though for the principal games these
matters had been arranged for weeks before. The keeper led Turan to a
part of the courtyard where the majority of the slaves were assembled.
"Take your choice of those not assigned," said the keeper, "and when
you have your quota conduct them to the field. Your place will be
assigned you by an officer there, and there you will remain with your
pieces until the second game is called. I wish you luck, U-Kal, though
from what I have heard you will be more lucky to lose than to win the
slave from Helium."
After the fellow had departed Turan approached the slaves. "I seek the
best swordsmen for the second game," he announced. "Men from Gathol I
wish, for I have heard that these be noble fighters."
A slave rose and approached him. "It is all the same in which game we
die," he said. "I would fight for you as a panthan in the second game."
Another came. "I am not from Gathol," he said. "I am from Helium, and I
would fight for the honor of a princess of Helium."
"Good!" exclaimed Turan. "Art a swordsman of repute in Helium?"
"I was a dwar under the great Warlord, and I have fought at his side in
a score of battles from The
I should be well paid, Achmet Zek.Page 10
Numa eyed him with growing resentment and rage as, between mouthfuls, the ape-man growled out his savage warnings.Page 23
He listened; but he heard no sound other than the soughing of the wind through leafy branches, the hoarse cries of birds, and the chattering of monkeys.Page 33
And now you have come back! Tell me, O Tarzan, that it is for me you have returned.Page 34
The woman was about to plunge her knife into my heart when the lion interrupted the fiendish ritual.Page 38
The ape-man replied that they were gay-colored stones, with which he purposed fashioning a necklace, and that he had found them far beneath the sacrificial court of the temple of the Flaming God.Page 43
They measured Tarzan's giant frame, and rested upon the rounded muscles of his arms.Page 49
When ready for his blankets, the man crossed to the little table and extinguished the light.Page 59
And, too, these legends always held forth the hope that some day that nameless continent from which their race had sprung, would rise once more out of the sea and with slaves at the long sweeps would send her carven, gold-picked galleys forth to succor the long-exiled colonists.Page 61
He fought nobly but the odds against him were too great.Page 78
The knife which she had used to cut her way through the brush wall of the hut to freedom she had found sticking in the wall of her prison, doubtless left there by accident when a former tenant had vacated the premises.Page 89
He spoke to his fellow-apes upon the matter, in an attempt to persuade them to accompany him; but all except Taglat and Chulk refused.Page 99
Tarzan uttered a low, ominous growl.Page 121
Tell me why you have come back here.Page 125
He has told me that you think him your protector, and he has played upon this to win your confidence that it might be easier to carry you north and sell you into some black sultan's harem.Page 127
his feet.Page 129
Her innocent arraignment of his true purposes was unanswerable.Page 131
He would laugh at this preposterous story; of that she was sure.Page 135
At the outskirts of the forest he met the Arabs returning in search of Achmet Zek.Page 144
Attracted by the horses, lions roared about the boma, and to their hideous din was added the shrill neighs of the terror-stricken beasts they hunted.