Close beside the
struggling forms during the brief moments of the terrific climax
she had realized every detail of the danger to Tarzan with which
the emergency was fraught and as she saw the two rolling over the
outer edge of the niche she seized the ape-man by an ankle at the
same time throwing herself prone upon the rocky floor. The muscles
of the Tor-o-don relaxed in death with the last thrust of Tarzan's
knife and with its hold upon the ape-man released it shot from
sight into the gorge below.
It was with infinite difficulty that Pan-at-lee retained her hold
upon the ankle of her protector, but she did so and then, slowly,
she sought to drag the dead weight back to the safety of the niche.
This, however, was beyond her strength and she could but hold on
tightly, hoping that some plan would suggest itself before her powers
of endurance failed. She wondered if, after all, the creature was
already dead, but that she could not bring herself to believe--and
if not dead how long it would be before he regained consciousness.
If he did not regain it soon he never would regain it, that she
knew, for she felt her fingers numbing to the strain upon them and
slipping, slowly, slowly, from their hold. It was then that Tarzan
regained consciousness. He could not know what power upheld him,
but he felt that whatever it was it was slowly releasing its hold
upon his ankle.
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