Casting the encumbering
headdress of the dead priest from his shoulders the ape-man leaped
across the intervening space and seizing the brute from behind
struck him a single terrible blow.
As the man fell forward dead, the two women recognized Tarzan
simultaneously. Pan-at-lee fell upon her knees and would have bowed
her head upon his feet had he not, with an impatient gesture, commanded
her to rise. He had no time to listen to their protestations of
gratitude or answer the numerous questions which he knew would soon
be flowing from those two feminine tongues.
"Tell me," he cried, "where is the woman of my own race whom Ja-don
brought here from the temple?"
"She is but this moment gone," cried O-lo-a. "Mo-sar, the father
of this thing here," and she indicated the body of Bu-lot with a
scornful finger, "seized her and carried her away."
"Which way?" he cried. "Tell me quickly, in what direction he took
her."
"That way," cried Pan-at-lee, pointing to the doorway through
which Mo-sar had passed. "They would have taken the princess and
the stranger woman to Tu-lur, Mo-sar's city by the Dark Lake."
"I go to find her," he said to Pan-at-lee, "she is my mate. And if
I survive I shall find means to liberate you too and return you to
Om-at."
Before the girl could reply he had disappeared behind the hangings
of the door near the foot of the dais.
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