No matter
which way fortune jumped they wished to be upon the right side
of the fence. For a moment all eyes were centered upon Tarzan and
then gradually they drifted to Ko-tan, for from his attitude would
they receive the cue that would determine theirs. But Ko-tan was
evidently in the same quandary as they--the very attitude of his
body indicated it--it was one of indecision and of doubt.
The ape-man stood erect, his arms folded upon his broad breast,
an expression of haughty disdain upon his handsome face; but to
Dak-lot there seemed to be indications also of growing anger. The
situation was becoming strained. Dak-lot fidgeted, casting apprehensive
glances at Tarzan and appealing ones at Ko-tan. The silence of the
tomb wrapped the great chamber of the throneroom of Pal-ul-don.
At last Ko-tan spoke. "Who says that he is Dor-ul-Otho?" he asked,
casting a terrible look at Dak-lot.
"He does!" almost shouted that terrified noble.
"And so it must be true?" queried Ko-tan.
Could it be that there was a trace of irony in the chief's tone?
Otho forbid! Dak-lot cast a side glance at Tarzan--a glance that
he intended should carry the assurance of his own faith; but that
succeeded only in impressing the ape-man with the other's pitiable
terror.
"O Ko-tan!" pleaded Dak-lot, "your own eyes must convince you that
indeed he is the son of Otho.
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