"
The very boldness of Tarzan's entry into this hostile city had had
the effect of giving him a great moral advantage over Mo-sar and
the savage warriors who stood upon either side of the chief. Truly
it seemed to them that no other than the son of Jad-ben-Otho would
dare so heroic an act. Would any mortal warrior act thus boldly,
and alone enter the presence of a powerful chief and, in the midst
of a score of warriors, arrogantly demand an accounting? No, it
was beyond reason. Mo-sar was faltering in his decision to betray
the stranger by seeming friendliness. He even paled to a sudden
thought--Jad-ben-Otho knew everything, even our inmost thoughts.
Was it not therefore possible that this creature, if after all it
should prove true that he was the Dor-ul-Otho, might even now be
reading the wicked design that the priests had implanted in the
brain of Mo-sar and which he had entertained so favorably? The
chief squirmed and fidgeted upon the bench of hewn rock that was
his throne.
"Quick," snapped the ape-man, "Where is she?"
"She is not here," cried Mo-sar.
"You lie," replied Tarzan.
"As Jad-ben-Otho is my witness, she is not in Tu-lur," insisted
the chief. "You may search the palace and the temple and the entire
city but you will not find her, for she is not here."
"Where is she, then?" demanded the ape-man.
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