"It is the terrible man who called himself the Dor-ul-Otho,"
whispered one of the priests. "I would know that figure among a
great multitude as far as I could see it."
"You are right, priest," cried one of the warriors who had seen
Tarzan the day that he had first entered Ko-tan's palace. "It is
indeed he who has been rightly called Tarzan-jad-guru."
"Hasten priests," cried the leader of the party. "You are two paddles
in a light canoe. Easily can you reach Tu-lur ahead of him and warn
Mo-sar of his coming, for he has but only entered the lake."
For a moment the priests demurred for they had no stomach for an
encounter with this terrible man, but the warrior insisted and even
went so far as to threaten them. Their canoe was taken from them
and pushed into the lake and they were all but lifted bodily from
their feet and put aboard it. Still protesting they were shoved
out upon the water where they were immediately in full view of the
lone paddler above them. Now there was no alternative. The city
of Tu-lur offered the only safety and bending to their paddles the
two priests sent their craft swiftly in the direction of the city.
The warriors withdrew again to the concealment of the foliage. If
Tarzan had seen them and should come hither to investigate there
were thirty of them against one and naturally they had no fear
of the outcome, but they did not consider it necessary to go out
upon the lake to meet him since they had been sent to look for the
escaped prisoner and not to intercept the strange warrior, the
stories of whose ferocity and prowess doubtless helped them to
arrive at their decision to provoke no uncalled-for quarrel with
him.
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