Go!" She pointed a slim forefinger imperiously
toward the doorway.
Mo-sar saw that neither trickery nor persuasion would avail now
and every precious minute counted. He looked again at the beautiful
woman who stood beside O-lo-a. He had never before seen her but he
well knew from palace gossip that she could be no other than the
godlike stranger whom Ko-tan had planned to make his queen.
"Bu-lot," he cried to his son, "take you your own woman and I will
take--mine!" and with that he sprang suddenly forward and seizing
Jane about the waist lifted her in his arms, so that before O-lo-a
or Pan-at-lee might even guess his purpose he had disappeared
through the hangings near the foot of the dais and was gone with
the stranger woman struggling and fighting in his grasp.
And then Bu-lot sought to seize O-lo-a, but O-lo-a had her
Pan-at-lee--fierce little tiger-girl of the savage Kor-ul-ja--Pan-at-lee
whose name belied her--and Bu-lot found that with the two of them
his hands were full. When he would have lifted O-lo-a and borne
her away Pan-at-lee seized him around the legs and strove to drag
him down. Viciously he kicked her, but she would not desist, and
finally, realizing that he might not only lose his princess but be
so delayed as to invite capture if he did not rid himself of this
clawing, scratching she-jato, he hurled O-lo-a to the floor and
seizing Pan-at-lee by the hair drew his knife and--
The curtains behind him suddenly parted.
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