In the course of his life he had been
confronted by many obstacles only to learn that he who will may
always pass. In his mind lurked an easy solution of the passage
but it was one which depended wholly upon chance.
It was the morning of the last day that, as they were breaking camp
to take up the march, a deep bellow thundered from a nearby grove.
The ape-man smiled. The chance had come. Fittingly then would
the Dor-ul-Otho and his mate and their son depart from unmapped
Pal-ul-don.
He still carried the spear that Jane had made, which he had prized
so highly because it was her handiwork that he had caused a search
to be made for it through the temple in A-lur after his release,
and it had been found and brought to him. He had told her laughingly
that it should have the place of honor above their hearth as the
ancient flintlock of her Puritan grandsire had held a similar place
of honor above the fireplace of Professor Porter, her father.
At the sound of the bellowing the Ho-don warriors, some of whom had
accompanied Tarzan from Ja-don's camp to Ja-lur, looked questioningly
at the ape-man while Om-at's Waz-don looked for trees, since the
gryf was the one creature of Pal-ul-don which might not be safely
encountered even by a great multitude of warriors. Its tough,
armored hide was impregnable to their knife thrusts while their
thrown clubs rattled from it as futilely as if hurled at the rocky
shoulder of Pastar-ul-ved.
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