Tell me, my wonderful Pan-sat, tell me quickly. My
breast is bursting with a desire to know."
"I have taken him alive, Lu-don, my master," replied Pan-sat. "He
is in the little chamber that the ancients built to trap those who
were too powerful to take alive in personal encounter."
"You have done well, Pan-sat, I--"
A frightened priest burst into the apartment. "Quick, master, quick,"
he cried, "the corridors are filled with the warriors of Ja-don."
"You are mad," cried the high priest. "My warriors hold the palace
and the temple."
"I speak the truth, master," replied the priest, "there are warriors
in the corridor approaching this very chamber, and they come from
the direction of the secret passage which leads hither from the
city."
"It may be even as he says," exclaimed Pan-sat. "It was from that
direction that Tarzan-jad-guru was coming when I discovered and
trapped him. He was leading his warriors to the very holy of holies."
Lu-don ran quickly to the doorway and looked out into the corridor.
At a glance he saw that the fears of the frightened priest were
well founded. A dozen warriors were moving along the corridor toward
him but they seemed confused and far from sure of themselves. The
high priest guessed that deprived of the leadership of Tarzan they
were little better than lost in the unknown mazes of the subterranean
precincts of the temple.
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