But he had loved the bungalow and the broad,
free acres best and so she had come to love them best, too.
At last she slept, the sleep of utter exhaustion. How long it
lasted she did not know; but suddenly she was wide awake and once
again she heard the scuffing of a body against the bark of her
tree and again the limb bent to a heavy weight. He had returned!
She went cold, trembling as with ague. Was it he, or, O God! had
she killed him then and was this--? She tried to drive the horrid
thought from her mind, for this way, she knew, lay madness.
And once again she crept to the door, for the thing was outside
just as it had been last night. Her hands trembled as she placed
the point of her weapon to the opening. She wondered if it would
scream as it fell.
21
The Maniac
The last bar that would make the opening large enough to permit
his body to pass had been removed as Tarzan heard the warriors
whispering beyond the stone door of his prison. Long since had the
rope of hide been braided. To secure one end to the remaining bar
that he had left for this purpose was the work of but a moment,
and while the warriors whispered without, the brown body of the
ape-man slipped through the small aperture and disappeared below
the sill.
Tarzan's escape from the cell left him still within the walled
area that comprised the palace and temple grounds and buildings.
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