Her
profile was presented to the ape-man and he saw that by the standards
of any land she would have been accounted more than lovely.
Seated in the grass at her feet, with her back toward him, was a
female Waz-don slave. Seeing that she he sought was not there and
apprehensive that an alarm be raised were he discovered by the two
women, Tarzan moved back to hide himself in the foliage, but before
he had succeeded the Ho-don girl turned quickly toward him as though
apprised of his presence by that unnamed sense, the manifestations
of which are more or less familiar to us all.
At sight of him her eyes registered only her surprise though there
was no expression of terror reflected in them, nor did she scream
or even raise her well-modulated voice as she addressed him.
"Who are you," she asked, "who enters thus boldly the Forbidden
Garden?"
At sound of her mistress' voice the slave maiden turned quickly,
rising to her feet. "Tarzan-jad-guru!" she exclaimed in tones of
mingled astonishment and relief.
"You know him?" cried her mistress turning toward the slave and
affording Tarzan an opportunity to raise a cautioning finger to
his lips lest Pan-at-lee further betray him, for it was Pan-at-lee
indeed who stood before him, no less a source of surprise to him
than had his presence been to her.
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