There was no time to lose. Tarzan held a club in either hand and,
swinging one he hurled it at a warrior before him and as the man
dodged he rushed in and seized him, at the same time casting his
second club at another of his opponents. The Ho-don with whom he
grappled reached instantly for his knife but the ape-man grasped
his wrist. There was a sudden twist, the snapping of a bone and an
agonized scream, then the warrior was lifted bodily from his feet
and held as a shield between his fellows and the fugitive as the
latter backed through the gateway. Beside Tarzan stood the single
torch that lighted the entrance to the palace grounds. The warriors
were advancing to the succor of their fellow when the ape-man raised
his captive high above his head and flung him full in the face of
the foremost attacker. The fellow went down and two directly behind
him sprawled headlong over their companion as the ape-man seized the
torch and cast it back into the palace grounds to be extinguished
as it struck the bodies of those who led the charging reinforcements.
In the ensuing darkness Tarzan disappeared in the streets of Tu-lur
beyond the palace gate. For a time he was aware of sounds of pursuit
but the fact that they trailed away and died in the direction
of Jad-in-lul informed him that they were searching in the wrong
direction, for he had turned south out of Tu-lur purposely to throw
them off his track.
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