There were people moving about within the city and upon the narrow
ledges and terraces that broke the lines of the buildings and which
seemed to be a peculiarity of Ho-don architecture, a concession,
no doubt, to some inherent instinct that might be traced back to
their early cliff-dwelling progenitors.
Tarzan was not surprised that at a short distance he aroused no
suspicion or curiosity in the minds of those who saw him, since,
until closer scrutiny was possible, there was little to distinguish
him from a native either in his general conformation or his color.
He had, of course, formulated a plan of action and, having decided,
he did not hesitate in the carrying out his plan.
With the same assurance that you might venture upon the main street
of a neighboring city Tarzan strode into the Ho-don city of A-lur.
The first person to detect his spuriousness was a little child
playing in the arched gateway of one of the walled buildings. "No
tail! no tail!" it shouted, throwing a stone at him, and then it
suddenly grew dumb and its eyes wide as it sensed that this creature
was something other than a mere Ho-don warrior who had lost his
tail. With a gasp the child turned and fled screaming into the
courtyard of its home.
Tarzan continued on his way, fully realizing that the moment was
imminent when the fate of his plan would be decided.
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