Evidently the swift feet
of Id-an had saved the day for the warriors of Om-at. The ape-man
smiled, then he partially opened an eye and cast it upon In-tan.
The warrior stood at the entrance to the cave looking out--his back
was toward his prisoner. Tarzan tested the bonds that secured his
wrists. They seemed none too stout and they had tied his hands in
front of him! Evidence indeed that the Waz-don took few prisoners--if
any.
Cautiously he raised his wrists until he could examine the thongs
that confined them. A grim smile lighted his features. Instantly he
was at work upon the bonds with his strong teeth, but ever a wary
eye was upon In-tan, the warrior of Kor-ul-lul. The last knot had
been loosened and Tarzan's hands were free when In-tan turned to
cast an appraising eye upon his ward. He saw that the prisoner's
position was changed--he no longer lay upon his back as they had
left him, but upon his side and his hands were drawn up against
his face. In-tan came closer and bent down. The bonds seemed very
loose upon the prisoner's wrists. He extended his hand to examine
them with his fingers and instantly the two hands leaped from
their bonds--one to seize his own wrist, the other his throat.
So unexpected the catlike attack that In-tan had not even time to
cry out before steel fingers silenced him.
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