Pan-at-lee hovered about, breathless, her dagger ready, but there was no opening that did not also endanger Tarzan, so constantly were the two duelists changing their positions.Tarzan felt the tail slowly but surely insinuating itself about his neck though he had drawn his head down between the muscles of his shoulders in an effort to protect this vulnerable part.The battle seemed to be going against him for the giant beast against which he strove would have been a fair match in weight and strength for Bolgani, the gorilla.And knowing this he suddenly exerted a single super-human effort, thrust far apart the giant hands and with the swiftness of a striking snake buried his fangs in the jugular of the Tor-o-don.At the same instant the creature's tail coiled about his own throat and then commenced a battle royal of turning and twisting bodies as each sought to dislodge the fatal hold of the other, but the acts of the ape-man were guided by a human brain and thus it was that the rolling bodies rolled in the direction that Tarzan wished--toward the edge of the recess.
The choking tail had shut the air from his lungs, he knew that his gasping lips were parted and his tongue protruding; and now his brain reeled and his sight grew dim; but not before he reached his goal and a quick hand shot out to seize the knife that now lay within reach as the two bodies tottered perilously upon the brink of the chasm.
With all his remaining strength the ape-man drove home the blade--once, twice, thrice, and then all went black before him as he felt himself, still in the clutches of the Tor-o-don, topple from the recess.
Fortunate it was for Tarzan that Pan-at-lee had not obeyed his injunction to make good her escape while he engaged the Tor-o-don, for it was to this fact that he owed his life.Close beside the struggling forms during the brief moments of the terrific climax she had realized every detail of the danger to Tarzan with which the emergency was fraught and as she saw the two rolling over the outer edge of the niche she seized the ape-man by an ankle at the same time throwing herself prone upon the rocky floor.The muscles of the Tor-o-don relaxed in death with the last thrust of Tarzan's knife and with its hold upon the ape-man released it shot from sight into the gorge below.
It was with infinite difficulty that Pan-at-lee retained her hold upon the ankle of her protector, but she did so and then, slowly, she sought to drag the dead weight back to the safety of the niche.This, however, was beyond her strength and she could but hold on tightly, hoping that some plan would suggest itself before her powers of endurance failed.She wondered if, after all, the creature was already dead, but that she could not bring herself to believe--and if not dead how long it would be before he regained consciousness.If he did not regain it soon he never would regain it, that she knew, for she felt her fingers numbing to the strain upon them and slipping, slowly, slowly, from their hold.It was then that Tarzan regained consciousness.He could not know what power upheld him, but he felt that whatever it was it was slowly releasing its hold upon his ankle.Within easy reach of his hands were two pegs and these he seized upon just as Pan-at-lee's fingers slipped from their hold.
As it was he came near to being precipitated into the gorge --only his great strength saved him.He was upright now and his feet found other pegs.His first thought was of his foe.Where was he? Waiting above there to finish him? Tarzan looked up just as the frightened face of Pan-at-lee appeared over the threshold of the recess.
"You live?" she cried.
"Yes," replied Tarzan."Where is the shaggy one?"
Pan-at-lee pointed downward."There," she said, "dead."
"Good!" exclaimed the ape-man, clambering to her side."You are unharmed?" he asked.
"You came just in time," replied Pan-at-lee; "but who are you and how did you know that I was here and what do you know of Om-at and where did you come from and what did you mean by calling Om-at, gund?"
"Wait, wait," cried Tarzan; "one at a time.My, but you are all alike--the shes of the tribe of Kerchak, the ladies of England, and their sisters of Pal-ul-don.Have patience and I will try to tell you all that you wish to know.Four of us set out with Om-at from Kor-ul-ja to search for you.We were attacked by the Kor-ul-lul and separated.I was taken prisoner, but escaped.
Again I stumbled upon your trail and followed it, reaching the summit of this cliff just as the hairy one was climbing up after you.I was coming to investigate when I heard your scream--the rest you know."
"But you called Om-at, gund of Kor-ul-ja," she insisted."Es-sat is gund."
"Es-sat is dead," explained the ape-man."Om-at slew him and now Om-at is gund.Om-at came back seeking you.He found Es-sat in your cave and killed him."
"Yes," said the girl, "Es-sat came to my cave and I struck him down with my golden breastplates and escaped."
"And a lion pursued you," continued Tarzan, "and you leaped from the cliff into Kor-ul-lul, but why you were not killed is beyond me."
"Is there anything beyond you?" exclaimed Pan-at-lee."How could you know that a lion pursued me and that I leaped from the cliff and not know that it was the pool of deep water below that saved me?"
"I would have known that, too, had not the Kor-ul-lul come then and prevented me continuing upon your trail.But now I would ask you a question--by what name do you call the thing with which I
just fought?"
"It was a Tor-o-don," she replied."I have seen but one before.
They are terrible creatures with the cunning of man and the ferocity of a beast.Great indeed must be the warrior who slays one single-handed." She gazed at him in open admiration.
"And now," said Tarzan, "you must sleep, for tomorrow we shall return to Kor-ul-ja and Om-at, and I doubt that you have had much rest these two nights."
