their apparel, and so
important a part do they consider it that it is cause for the deepest
disgrace were a thern to appear in public without it."
In another moment I stood garbed in the habiliments of a Holy Thern.
At Thuvia's suggestion two of the released prisoners bore the body of
the dead thern upon their shoulders with us as we continued our journey
toward the storeroom, which we reached without further mishap.
Here the keys which Thuvia bore from the dead thern of the prison vault
were the means of giving us immediate entrance to the chamber, and very
quickly we were thoroughly outfitted with arms and ammunition.
By this time I was so thoroughly fagged out that I could go no further,
so I threw myself upon the floor, bidding Tars Tarkas to do likewise,
and cautioning two of the released prisoners to keep careful watch.
In an instant I was asleep.
CORRIDORS OF PERIL
How long I slept upon the floor of the storeroom I do not know, but it
must have been many hours.
I was awakened with a start by cries of alarm, and scarce were my eyes
opened, nor had I yet sufficiently collected my wits to quite realize
where I was, when a fusillade of shots rang out, reverberating through
the subterranean corridors in a series of deafening echoes.
In an instant I was upon my feet. A dozen lesser therns confronted us
from a large doorway at the opposite end of the storeroom from which we
had entered. About me lay the bodies of my companions, with the
exception of Thuvia and Tars Tarkas, who, like myself, had been asleep
upon the floor and thus escaped the first raking fire.
As I gained my feet the therns lowered their wicked rifles, their faces
distorted in mingled chagrin, consternation, and alarm.
Instantly I rose to the occasion.
"What means this?" I cried in tones of fierce anger. "Is Sator Throg
to be murdered by his own vassals?"
"Have mercy, O Master of the Tenth Cycle!" cried one of the fellows,
while the others edged toward the doorway as though to attempt a
surreptitious escape from the presence of the mighty one.
"Ask them their mission here," whispered Thuvia at my elbow.
"What do you here, fellows?" I cried.
"Two from the outer world are at large within the dominions of the
therns. We sought them at the command of the Father of Therns. One
was white with black hair, the other a huge green warrior," and here
the fellow cast a suspicious glance toward
And thus it was that Achmet Zek, the Arab, found him.Page 3
And so the agreement was reached and Lieutenant Albert Werper became a member of the ivory and slave raiding band of the notorious Achmet Zek.Page 15
Behind him that morning another white man pondered something he had heard during the night and very nearly did he give up his project and turn back upon his trail.Page 17
Fifty-two more ingots passed out of the vaults, making the total of one hundred which Tarzan intended taking away with him.Page 21
Presently, hoping against hope that it had fallen upon the floor of the passageway, rather than back into the depths of the well, he rose upon all fours and commenced a diligent search for the little tallow cylinder, which now seemed infinitely more precious to him than all the fabulous wealth of the hoarded ingots of Opar.Page 28
In his hands was a jeweled musket.Page 32
A figure darted past Werper.Page 44
A moment later he resumed the regular breathing.Page 68
No elephant in all the jungle would harm the Tarmangani--the white-ape; but with the madness of MUST upon him the great bull sought to destroy his long-time play-fellow.Page 69
Behind them the uprooted tree crashed heavily to the ground, carrying with it the lesser trees in its path and then Tantor, realizing that his prey had escaped him, set up once more his hideous trumpeting and followed at a rapid charge upon their trail.Page 72
" "La will be there to greet thee," exclaimed the High Priestess, "and La will wait, longing, always longing, until you come again.Page 76
Within the hut his nostrils were assailed by many odors; but clear and distinct among them was one that half aroused a latent memory of the past--it was the faint and delicate odor of a woman.Page 78
Werper, with better success, traveled slowly onward until dawn, when, to his chagrin, he discovered a mounted Arab upon his trail.Page 86
But this.Page 94
" But Werper persisted.Page 102
Beside a charred pile of timbers the Abyssinians halted, and Tarzan, sneaking close and concealing himself in nearby shrubbery, watched them in wonderment.Page 136
And, besides, the ape-man was tired and would sleep.Page 138
"The pretty pebbles?" cried the man upon his breast.Page 139
Then for a moment he was silent.Page 142
Frecoult the girl well knew, since he had been garbed as an Arab, and he alone might be expected to seek her hiding place.