Since the doors had fallen he had heard no sound though his keen
ears were constantly strained in an effort to discover a clue
to the direction taken by the abductor of his mate. Presently he
could discern the outlines of his prison cell. It was a small room,
not over fifteen feet across. On hands and knees, with the utmost
caution, he examined the entire area of the floor. In the exact
center, directly beneath the opening in the roof, was a trap, but
otherwise the floor was solid. With this knowledge it was only
necessary to avoid this spot in so far as the floor was concerned.
The walls next received his attention. There were only two openings.
One the doorway through which he had entered, and upon the opposite
side that through which the warrior had borne Jane Clayton. These
were both closed by the slabs of stone which the fleeing warrior
had released as he departed.
Lu-don, the high priest, licked his thin lips and rubbed his bony
white hands together in gratification as Pan-sat bore Jane Clayton
into his presence and laid her on the floor of the chamber before
him.
"Good, Pan-sat!" he exclaimed. "You shall be well rewarded for this
service. Now, if we but had the false Dor-ul-Otho in our power all
Pal-ul-don would be at our feet."
"Master, I have him!" cried Pan-sat.
"What!" exclaimed Lu-don, "you have Tarzan-jad-guru? You have slain
him perhaps.
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