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  • slowly toward the north—he said nothing of the party
  • sward. At first he suspected that it might be one stealthily
  • priest could determine on any suitable line of conduct
  • have seen him unless you tell them yourself for as Jad-ben-Otho
  • mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
  • itself into a number of individual encounters as each warrior
  • of which he had asked Lu-don only to be put off with the
  • Oh, tell me, stranger, implored O-lo-a, are you indeed
  • An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
  • to the top of the temple wall and disappeared below. They
  • But how would he know that you loved Ta-den, parried
  • Crawling well within he removed the uncomfortable headdress
  • and phlox that drew him to the perfumed air of the garden,
  • Pan-at-lee threw herself upon her knees at O-lo-a's feet.
  • Do you know where she is hidden in the temple? asked
  • made upon the Kor-ul-lul in the memory of man, and it marked
  • his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
  • away and Pan-at-lee followed while the ape-man again resumed
  • away before her eyes dropped from the high-growing bloom
  • has but just fled from the wrath of Lu-don, the high priest,
  • that she might honestly give him the answer that he demanded.
  • he could. Then he fitted the headdress over his shoulders
  • he paused and scanned quickly that portion of the beautiful
  • Pan-at-lee came now excitedly forward. O Jad-ben-Otho,
  • church bell by guess. The arrival of our boats was a rare
  • But they need never know, cried Pan-at-lee, that you
  • But Ko-tan, my father, whispered O-lo-a fearfully, if
  • and I know where he is, and if you will promise to let
  • the moving ray. Inhaling sibilantly, Max leaped after her.
  • Tarzan put the question that he had been anxious to put
  • O Princess of Pal-ul-don, cried Pan-at-lee, they would
  • that the priesthood constituted a privileged class that
  • and phlox that drew him to the perfumed air of the garden,
  • you make me this promise; so if I am to be killed the thing
  • Stupid as Buto, the rhinoceros, soliloquized Tarzan,
  • stone stairways that led to the apartments beneath. The
  • or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
  • The head, hood, and front paws of the creature were depicted
  • And so a dozen paces from the temple wall he disappeared
  • They say that there is a strange she hidden in the temple
  • in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
  • those who survived were spent with exhaustion. All but
  • the victims that are offered by the Ho-don to Jad-ben-Otho
  • all about Ta-den and even his whereabouts. Tell me, O Princess,
  • possessed for him. So it came that his was a familiar figure
  • passing glance, a priest being too common a sight about
  • the eastern altars. The headdress itself had been carved
  • held high, for was not she too among her own people already
  • resources were at an end; it must be another's work to
  • with food. I hope that you escape and that Jad-ben-Otho
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