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He turned to one of his priests and issued brief instructions.
The ape-man paced the confines of his narrow cell. Bitterly he
reproached himself for the stupidity which had led him into this
trap, and yet was it stupidity? What else might he have done other
than rush to the succor of his mate? He wondered how they had stolen
her from Ja-lur, and then suddenly there flashed to his mind the
features of the warrior whom he had just seen with her. They were
strangely familiar. He racked his brain to recall where he had seen
the man before and then it came to him. He was the strange warrior
who had joined Ja-don's forces outside of Ja-lur the day that
Tarzan had ridden upon the great gryf from the uninhabited gorge
next to the Kor-ul-ja down to the capital city of the chieftain of
the north. But who could the man be? Tarzan knew that never before
that other day had he seen him.
Presently he heard the clanging of a gong from the corridor without
and very faintly the rush of feet, and shouts. He guessed that
his warriors had been discovered and a fight was in progress. He
fretted and chafed at the chance that had denied him participation
in it.
Again and again he tried the doors of his prison and the trap in the
center of the floor, but none would give to his utmost endeavors.
He strained his eyes toward the aperture above but he could see
nothing, and then he continued his futile pacing to and fro like
a caged lion behind its bars.
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