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The Secret Way
It was a baffled gryf that bellowed in angry rage as Tarzan's sleek
brown body cutting the moonlit waters shot through the aperture in
the wall of the gryf pool and out into the lake beyond. The ape-man
smiled as he thought of the comparative ease with which he had
defeated the purpose of the high priest but his face clouded again
at the ensuing remembrance of the grave danger that threatened his
mate. His sole object now must be to return as quickly as he might
to the chamber where he had last seen her on the third floor of
the Temple of the Gryf, but how he was to find his way again into
the temple grounds was a question not easy of solution.
In the moonlight he could see the sheer cliff rising from the water
for a great distance along the shore--far beyond the precincts of
the temple and the palace--towering high above him, a seemingly
impregnable barrier against his return. Swimming close in, he
skirted the wall searching diligently for some foothold, however
slight, upon its smooth, forbidding surface. Above him and quite
out of reach were numerous apertures, but there were no means at
hand by which he could reach them. Presently, however, his hopes
were raised by the sight of an opening level with the surface of the
water. It lay just ahead and a few strokes brought him to it--cautious
strokes that brought forth no sound from the yielding waters.
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