Nor was his madness lacking in method. He knew that the hearts of
the Kor-ul-lul would be filled with rage when they discovered the
thing that he had done and he knew too, that mixed with the rage
would be a leaven of fear and it was fear of him that had made
Tarzan master of many jungles--one does not win the respect of the
killers with bonbons.
Below the village Tarzan returned to the foot of the cliff searching
for a point where he could make the ascent to the ridge and thus
back to the village of Om-at, the Kor-ul-ja. He came at last to a
place where the river ran so close to the rocky wall that he was
forced to swim it in search of a trail upon the opposite side and
here it was that his keen nostrils detected a familiar spoor. It
was the scent of Pan-at-lee at the spot where she had emerged from
the pool and taken to the safety of the jungle.
Immediately the ape-man's plans were changed. Pan-at-lee lived,
or at least she had lived after the leap from the cliff's summit.
He had started in search of her for Om-at, his friend, and for Om-at
he would continue upon the trail he had picked up thus fortuitously
by accident. It led him into the jungle and across the gorge and
then to the point at which Pan-at-lee had commenced the ascent
of the opposite cliffs. Here Tarzan abandoned the head of In-tan,
tying it to the lower branch of a tree, for he knew that it would
handicap him in his ascent of the steep escarpment.
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