How did this strange creature know her name?
How did it know that she had descended the pegs by a certain cave?
It must, then, have been here when she came. Pan-at-lee was puzzled.
"Who are you?" she asked, "and from whence do you come?"
"I am Tarzan," he replied, "and just now I came from Om-at, of
Kor-ul-ja, in search of you."
Om-at, gund of Kor-ul-ja! What wild talk was this? She would have
questioned him further, but now he was approaching the Tor-o-don
and the latter was screaming and growling so loudly as to drown
the sound of her voice. And then it did what the strange creature
had said that it would do--it released its hold upon her hair as
it prepared to charge. Charge it did and in those close quarters
there was no room to fence for openings. Instantly the two beasts
locked in deadly embrace, each seeking the other's throat. Pan-at-lee
watched, taking no advantage of the opportunity to escape which
their preoccupation gave her. She watched and waited, for into
her savage little brain had come the resolve to pin her faith to
this strange creature who had unlocked her heart with those four
words--"I am Om-at's friend!" And so she waited, with drawn knife,
the opportunity to do her bit in the vanquishing of the Tor-o-don.
That the newcomer could do it unaided she well knew to be beyond
the realms of possibility, for she knew well the prowess of the
beastlike man with whom it fought.
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