found a candle
and lighted it. Walking a few steps he came to a figure sleeping
upon a pile of clothing. He stooped and shook the sleeper by the
"Wake up!" he cried in a subdued voice. "Wake up, Prince Peter; I
have good news for you."
The other opened his eyes, stretched, and at last sat up.
"What is it, Maenck?" he asked querulously.
"Great news, my prince," replied the other.
"While you have been sleeping many things have transpired within the
walls of your castle. The king's troopers have departed; but that is
a small matter compared with the other. Here, behind the portrait of
your great-grandmother, I have listened and watched all night. I
opened the secret door a fraction of an inch--just enough to permit
me to look into the apartment where the king and the American lay
wounded. They had been talking as I opened the door, but after that
they ceased--the king falling asleep at once--the American feigning
slumber. For a long time I watched, but nothing happened until near
midnight. Then the American arose and donned the king's clothes.
"He approached Leopold with drawn sword, but when he would have
thrust it through the heart of the sleeping man his nerve failed
him. Then he stole some papers from the room and left. Just now he
has ridden out toward Lustadt with the men of the Royal Horse who
captured the castle yesterday."
Before Maenck was half-way through his narrative, Peter of Blentz
was wide awake and all attention. His eyes glowed with suddenly
"Somewhere in this, prince," concluded Maenck, "there must lie the
seed of fortune for you and me."
Peter nodded. "Yes," he mused, "there must."
For a time both men were buried in thought. Suddenly Maenck snapped
his fingers. "I have it!" he cried. He bent toward Prince Peter's
ear and whispered his plan. When he was done the Blentz prince
grasped his hand.
"Just the thing, Maenck!" he cried. "Just the thing. Leopold will
never again listen to idle gossip directed against our loyalty. If I
know him--and who should know him better--he will heap honors upon
you, my Maenck; and as for me, he will at least forgive me and take
me back into his confidence. Lose no time now, my friend. We are
free now to go and come, since the king's soldiers have been
In the garden back of the castle an old man was busy digging a hole.
It was a long, narrow hole, and, when it was completed, nearly four
feet deep. It looked like a grave. When
Through counter currents of the heavy stench of meat eaters he traced the trail of Bara; the sweet and cloying stink of Horta, the boar, could not drown his quarry's scent--the permeating, mellow musk of the deer's foot.Page 14
" The witch-doctor shook convulsively and closed his eyes.Page 29
What was he? Where was he? His head ached; but otherwise he felt no ill effects from the blow that had felled him.Page 39
Too, Werper had his covetous soul set upon the pouch of gems, and so he was torn between the various emotions of avarice and fear.Page 41
A mile or more ahead of them, the line of warriors was creeping like a giant caterpillar through the tall grasses of the plain.Page 43
With the blade he loosened up the earth, and with his hands he scooped it out until he had excavated a little cavity a few inches in diameter, and five or six inches in depth.Page 61
Nor had they long to wait before they saw him emerge from a leafy thicket and approach them.Page 76
Here he took up the spoor of the Belgian, followed it across the clearing, over the palisade, and out into the dark jungle beyond.Page 87
The apes told Tarzan that they had been traveling toward the east when the scent spoor of the she had attracted them and they.Page 91
Chulk and Taglat fingered the fabrics, smelled of them, and, placing them to their ears, tried to listen to them.Page 98
A hasty examination revealed the fact that it was empty,.Page 100
18 The Fight For the Treasure It was morning before Tarzan could bring himself to a realization of the possibility of failure of his quest, and even then he would only admit that success was but delayed.Page 101
that his back was toward the approaching animal.Page 109
His eyes narrowed, a curse broke from his lips, and he hurled the small objects upon the ground, disdainfully.Page 110
The burnoose, though, had obstructed his movements and proven such a nuisance that the ape had long since torn it from him and thrown it away.Page 111
Watching from above, Chulk saw the black warrior stretched thus in the unconsciousness of sleep one sultry afternoon.Page 120
As these thoughts passed.Page 121
"Never was he safer from the sins and dangers of mortality," replied the Belgian.Page 129
Werper heard the men approaching.Page 136
To the jungle bred, time is usually a matter of small moment, and haste, except when engendered by terror, by rage, or by hunger, is distasteful.