" He moved off slowly through the
trees.
"Good-bye, Tarzan-jad-guru!" she called after him. "Fortunate are
my Om-at and his Pan-at-lee in owning such a friend."
Tarzan, shouting aloud, continued upon his way and the great gryfs,
lured by his voice, followed beneath. His ruse was evidently proving
successful and he was filled with elation as he led the bellowing
beasts farther and farther from Pan-at-lee. He hoped that she would
take advantage of the opportunity afforded her for escape, yet at
the same time he was filled with concern as to her ability to survive
the dangers which lay between Kor-ul-gryf and Kor-ul-ja. There
were lions and Tor-o-dons and the unfriendly tribe of Kor-ul-lul
to hinder her progress, though the distance in itself to the cliffs
of her people was not great.
He realized her bravery and understood the resourcefulness that
she must share in common with all primitive people who, day by day,
must contend face to face with nature's law of the survival of the
fittest, unaided by any of the numerous artificial protections that
civilization has thrown around its brood of weaklings.
Several times during this crossing of the gorge Tarzan endeavored
to outwit his keen pursuers, but all to no avail. Double as he
would he could not throw them off his track and ever as he changed
his course they changed theirs to conform.
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