The regular breathing of the
sleeper proclaimed the soundness of his slumber. Gingerly the man
placed one foot upon the floor. The eye glued to the crack at the
edge of the great, gilt frame of the Blentz princess remained
fastened upon him. He let his other foot slip to the floor beside
the first. Carefully he raised himself until he stood erect upon the
floor. Then, on tiptoe he started across the room.
The eye in the dark followed him. The man reached the side of the
sleeper. Bending over he listened intently to the other's breathing.
Satisfied that slumber was profound he stepped quickly to a wardrobe
in which a soldier had hung the clothing of both the king and the
American. He took down the uniform of the former, casting from time
to time apprehensive glances toward the sleeper. The latter did not
stir, and the other passed to the little dressing-room adjoining.
A few minutes later he reentered the apartment fully clothed and
wearing the accouterments of Leopold of Lutha. In his hand was a
drawn sword. Silently and swiftly he crossed to the side of the
sleeping man. The eye at the crack beside the gilded frame pressed
closer to the aperture. The sword was raised above the body of the
slumberer--its point hovered above his heart. The face of the man
who wielded it was hard with firm resolve.
His muscles tensed to drive home the blade, but something held his
hand. His face paled. His shoulders contracted with a little
shudder, and he turned toward the door of the apartment, almost
running across the floor in his anxiety to escape. The eye in the
dark maintained its unblinking vigilance.
With his hand upon the knob a sudden thought stayed the fugitive's
flight. He glanced quickly back at the sleeper--he had not moved.
Then the man who wore the uniform of the king of Lutha recrossed the
apartment to the bed, reached beneath one of the pillows and
withdrew two neatly folded official-looking documents. These he
placed in the breastpocket of his uniform. A moment later he was
walking down the spiral stairway to the main floor of the castle.
In the guardroom the troopers of the Royal Horse who were not on
guard were stretched in slumber. Only a corporal remained awake. As
the man entered the guardroom the corporal glanced up, and as his
eyes fell upon the newcomer, he sprang to his feet, saluting.
"Turn out the guard!" he cried. "Turn out the guard for his
majesty, the king!"
The sleeping soldiers, but half awake, scrambled to their
They halted a few paces apart, first one and then the other speaking rapidly but without apparent excitement, each occasionally glancing or nodding toward Tarzan, indicating that he was to some extent the subject of their conversation.Page 20
Where the water ran the wall was eroded to a depth of from a few inches to as much as a foot, suggesting that some of the tiny streams had been trickling downward to the green carpet of vegetation below for ages.Page 24
But this was no slight shock.Page 31
"All here are hers," said Om-at, "except the war club lying on the floor--that was Es-sat's.Page 37
For a moment he stood swaying and then like a great pine beneath the woodsman's ax he crashed to earth.Page 47
It had a tail, though, and in other respects it did not seem a true ape.Page 53
Again Tarzan looked down at Kor-ul-GRYF.Page 58
" "Then come, and do exactly as I bid.Page 66
For whatever it may have been for which he was preserving his precious ammunition he evidently held it more sacred even than his life, for as yet he had not used a single round and now the decision was not required of him, since it would have been impossible for him to have unslung his Enfield, loaded and fired with the necessary celerity while swimming.Page 73
He saw the sudden surprise in the latter's eyes, followed instantly by one of suspicion, but before the fellow could speak Tarzan addressed him.Page 95
And now Ko-tan turned toward Lu-don.Page 115
" "Do you know where she is hidden in the temple?" asked Tarzan.Page 129
There has been an uprising in the palace and Ko-tan, the king, has been slain.Page 143
Find me pistols and a rifle and ammunition and we will pretend that we go into the jungle to hunt.Page 154
"They came upon an errand similar to yours," replied Mo-sar; "to demand the return of the woman whom Lu-don thought I had stolen from him, thus wronging me as deeply, O Dor-ul-Otho, as have you.Page 169
It was slow work but Tarzan had the patience of absolute health.Page 171
All but a single bar was gone and to this was tied one end of a braided rope fashioned from strips cut from the leather window hangings.Page 179
"God has been good to us, Tarzan of the Apes," she said.Page 190
"Have them brought at once.Page 216
The terrible man.