And now he heard voices within--the voice of Lu-don he could have
sworn, demanding. And haughty and disdainful came the answering
words though utter hopelessness spoke in the tones of this other
voice which brought Tarzan to the pinnacle of frenzy.
The dome with its possible apertures was forgotten. Every consideration
of stealth and quiet was cast aside as the ape-man drew back his
mighty fist and struck a single terrific blow upon the bars of the
small window before him, a blow that sent the bars and the casing
that held them clattering to the floor of the apartment within.
Instantly Tarzan dove headforemost through the aperture carrying
the hangings of antelope hide with him to the floor below. Leaping
to his feet he tore the entangling pelt from about his head only
to find himself in utter darkness and in silence. He called aloud
a name that had not passed his lips for many weary months. "Jane,
Jane," he cried, "where are you?" But there was only silence in
reply.
Again and again he called, groping with outstretched hands through
the Stygian blackness of the room, his nostrils assailed and his
brain tantalized by the delicate effluvia that had first assured
him that his mate had been within this very room. And he had heard
her dear voice combatting the base demands of the vile priest.
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