and through it come
upon the treasure chamber. It was in his mind to return again to Opar
and bear away a still greater fortune than he had already buried in the
amphitheater of the apes.
On through the passageways he trotted, past the first door and through
the treasure vault; past the second door and into the long, straight
tunnel that led to the lofty hidden exit beyond the city. Jane Porter
was still unconscious.
At the crest of the great bowlder he halted to cast a backward glance
toward the city. Coming across the plain he saw a band of the hideous
men of Opar. For a moment he hesitated. Should he descend and make a
race for the distant cliffs, or should he hide here until night? And
then a glance at the girl's white face determined him. He could not
keep her here and permit her enemies to get between them and liberty.
For aught he knew they might have been followed through the tunnels,
and to have foes before and behind would result in almost certain
capture, since he could not fight his way through the enemy burdened as
he was with the unconscious girl.
To descend the steep face of the bowlder with Jane Porter was no easy
task, but by binding her across his shoulders with the grass rope he
succeeded in reaching the ground in safety before the Oparians arrived
at the great rock. As the descent had been made upon the side away
from the city, the searching party saw nothing of it, nor did they
dream that their prey was so close before them.
By keeping the KOPJE between them and their pursuers, Tarzan of the
Apes managed to cover nearly a mile before the men of Opar rounded the
granite sentinel and saw the fugitive before them. With loud cries of
savage delight, they broke into a mad run, thinking doubtless that they
would soon overhaul the burdened runner; but they both underestimated
the powers of the ape-man and overestimated the possibilities of their
own short, crooked legs.
By maintaining an easy trot, Tarzan kept the distance between them
always the same. Occasionally he would glance at the face so near his
own. Had it not been for the faint beating of the heart pressed so
close against his own, he would not have known that she was alive, so
white and drawn was the poor, tired face.
And thus they came to the flat-topped mountain and the barrier cliffs.
During the last mile Tarzan
BRAY CHAPTER I Here is a story that has lain dormant for seven hundred years.Page 4
But what all England did not know, De Vac had gleaned from scraps of conversation dropped in the armory: that Henry was even now negotiating with the leaders of foreign mercenaries, and with Louis IX of France, for a sufficient.Page 8
Hiding the skiff as best he could in some tangled bushes which grew to the water's edge, set there by order of the King to add to the beauty of the aspect from the river side, De Vac crept warily to the postern and, unchallenged, entered and sought his apartments in the palace.Page 26
I was in attendance on his majesty some weeks since when he was going down the Thames upon the royal barge.Page 50
CHAPTER VIII As Norman of Torn rode out from the castle of De Stutevill, Father Claude dismounted from his sleek donkey within the ballium of Torn.Page 68
The only requisites for admission to the troop were willingness and ability to fight, and an oath to obey the laws made by Norman of Torn.Page 71
"Are you safe and unhurt, my Lady Bertrade?" asked a grave English voice out of the darkness.Page 76
so I will grant you at least one favor.Page 100
Her figure was racked with choking sobs of horror-stricken grief.Page 101
A peasant in a nearby hut had told them of the encounter, and had set them upon the road taken by the Earl and his prisoners.Page 103
Slipping the spring lock, Norman of Torn entered the apartment followed closely by his henchmen.Page 106
Then one of the ladies turned to a knight at her side with a word of command and an imperious gesture toward the fast disappearing company.Page 109
Remember me only to think that in the hills of Derby, a sword is at your service, without reward and without price.Page 112
him, too, and felt that outlaw though he be, he is still more a gentleman than nine-tenths the nobles of England.Page 134
No, he would see Bertrade de Montfort that night and before dawn his rough band would be far on the road toward Torn.Page 135
"I am to wait, My Lord," replied the awestruck fellow, to whom the service had been much the same had his mistress ordered him to Hell to bear a message to the Devil.Page 137
"It is because I love you, Bertrade, that I have come this night.Page 139
They must not find thee here, Norman of Torn, for the King has only this night wrung a promise from my father to take thee in the morning and hang thee.Page 141
"Her kisses be yet wet upon his lips.