Within easy reach of his hands were two pegs and
these he seized upon just as Pan-at-lee's fingers slipped from
their hold.
As it was he came near to being precipitated into the gorge--only
his great strength saved him. He was upright now and his feet
found other pegs. His first thought was of his foe. Where was he?
Waiting above there to finish him? Tarzan looked up just as the
frightened face of Pan-at-lee appeared over the threshold of the
recess.
"You live?" she cried.
"Yes," replied Tarzan. "Where is the shaggy one?"
Pan-at-lee pointed downward. "There," she said, "dead."
"Good!" exclaimed the ape-man, clambering to her side. "You are
unharmed?" he asked.
"You came just in time," replied Pan-at-lee; "but who are you and
how did you know that I was here and what do you know of Om-at and
where did you come from and what did you mean by calling Om-at,
gund?"
"Wait, wait," cried Tarzan; "one at a time. My, but you are all
alike--the shes of the tribe of Kerchak, the ladies of England, and
their sisters of Pal-ul-don. Have patience and I will try to tell
you all that you wish to know. Four of us set out with Om-at from
Kor-ul-ja to search for you. We were attacked by the Kor-ul-lul
and separated. I was taken prisoner, but escaped. Again I stumbled
upon your trail and followed it, reaching the summit of this cliff
just as the hairy one was climbing up after you.
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