The Past basing its claims upon brute strength sought to reach the
other and drag him down; but the loosed arrow sank deep into the
savage heart and the Past sank back into the oblivion that had
claimed his kind.
"Tarzan-jad-guru!" murmured Pan-at-lee, unknowingly giving him out
of the fullness of her admiration the same title that the warriors
of her tribe had bestowed upon him.
The ape-man turned to her. "Pan-at-lee," he said, "these beasts may
keep us treed here indefinitely. I doubt if we can escape together,
but I have a plan. You remain here, hiding yourself in the foliage,
while I start back across the gorge in sight of them and yelling
to attract their attention. Unless they have more brains than I
suspect they will follow me. When they are gone you make for the
cliff. Wait for me in the cave not longer than today. If I do not
come by tomorrow's sun you will have to start back for Kor-ul-ja
alone. Here is a joint of deer meat for you." He had severed one
of the deer's hind legs and this he passed up to her.
"I cannot desert you," she said simply; "it is not the way of my
people to desert a friend and ally. Om-at would never forgive me."
"Tell Om-at that I commanded you to go," replied Tarzan.
"It is a command?" she asked.
"It is! Good-bye, Pan-at-lee. Hasten back to Om-at--you are a fitting
mate for the chief of Kor-ul-ja.
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