In charge of Lieutenant Obergatz and a detachment of native German troops she had been sent across the border into the Congo Free State.

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"The Kor-ul-JA shouted aloud, 'Tarzan-jad-guru!' and we thought that they might be calling this one," said a warrior. "Shall we kill it now?"

"I am Tarzan," he replied, "and just now I came from Om-at, of Kor-ul-JA, in search of you."

The creature had warned its master of their presence.

Tarzan saw that Ko-tan was not entirely convinced of his duplicity as was evidenced by his palpable design to play safe.

"Let us go with him," said Om-at, "for as yet we have not punished the Kor-ul-lul for killing our friend and ally."

"Have no fear, Princess," he assured her. "It is the friend of Ta-den who salutes you," raising her fingers to his lips.

There was but a single question: would they be large enough to admit the broad shoulders of the ape-man.

"Ko-tan is dead!" he cried. "Mo-sar is king! Let the loyal warriors of Pal-ul-don protect their ruler!"

"I go to find her," he said to Pan-at-lee, "she is my mate. And if I survive I shall find means to liberate you too and return you to Om-at."

"Already they are quarreling as to which one shall possess you," she told Jane.

"There is the lion pit," whispered the high priest. "It is now vacant and what will hold JA and JATO will hold this stranger if he is not the Dor-ul-Otho."

"I do not need your protection," she insisted. "You have already seen that I can use a spear."

She tried to drive the horrid thought from her mind, for this way, she knew, lay madness.

A mile or two from the city he entered a forest and here at last he felt such a measure of safety as he never knew in open spaces or in cities.

"Yes, but I did not picture so huge a creature. Why, John, he is as big as a battleship."

For a moment he rushed aimlessly and madly about the room, while the priest and the slave remained upon hands and knees with their foreheads against the floor.

Tarzan smiled. "I have been struck thus before, Jane," he said, "and always has the striker died."