But would civilized man come? Tarzan hoped not. For countless
generations civilization had ramped about the globe; it had dispatched
its emissaries to the North Pole and the South; it had circled
Pal-ul-don once, perhaps many times, but it had never touched her.
God grant that it never would. Perhaps He was saving this little
spot to be always just as He had made it, for the scratching of
the Ho-don and the Waz-don upon His rocks had not altered the fair
face of Nature.
Through the windows came sufficient light to reveal the whole
interior to Tarzan. The room was fairly large and there was a door
at each end--a large door for men and a smaller one for lions.
Both were closed with heavy masses of stone that had been lowered
in grooves running to the floor. The two windows were small and closely
barred with the first iron that Tarzan had seen in Pal-ul-don. The
bars were let into holes in the casing, and the whole so strongly
and neatly contrived that escape seemed impossible. Yet within a
few minutes of his incarceration Tarzan had commenced to undertake
his escape. The old knife in his pouch was brought into requisition
and slowly the ape-man began to scrape and chip away the stone from
about the bars of one of the windows. It was slow work but Tarzan
had the patience of absolute health.
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