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order that stayed their trigger fingers。
〃Fire not upon the woman！〃 he cried。 〃Who harms her； dies。 Take
the woman alive！〃
The Arabs rushed across the room； the Waziri met them with their
heavy spears。 Swords flashed； long…barreled pistols roared out their
sullen death dooms。 Mugambi launched his spear at the nearest of the
enemy with a force that drove the heavy shaft completely through the
Arab's body； then he seized a pistol from another； and grasping it by the
barrel brained all who forced their way too near his mistress。
Emulating his example the few warriors who remained to him fought
like demons； but one by one they fell； until only Mugambi remained to
defend the life and honor of the ape…man's mate。
From across the room Achmet Zek watched the unequal struggle and
urged on his minions。 In his hands was a jeweled musket。 Slowly he
raised it to his shoulder； waiting until another move should place
Mugambi at his mercy without endangering the lives of the woman or any
of his own followers。
At last the moment came； and Achmet Zek pulled the trigger。
Without a sound the brave Mugambi sank to the floor at the feet of Jane
Clayton。
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An instant later she was surrounded and disarmed。 Without a word
they dragged her from the bungalow。 A giant Negro lifted her to the
pommel of his saddle； and while the raiders searched the bungalow and
outhouses for plunder he rode with her beyond the gates and waited the
coming of his master。
Jane Clayton saw the raiders lead the horses from the corral； and drive
the herds in from the fields。 She saw her home plundered of all that
represented intrinsic worth in the eyes of the Arabs； and then she saw the
torch applied； and the flames lick up what remained。
And at last； when the raiders assembled after glutting their fury and
their avarice； and rode away with her toward the north； she saw the smoke
and the flames rising far into the heavens until the winding of the trail into
the thick forests hid the sad view from her eyes。
As the flames ate their way into the living…room； reaching out forked
tongues to lick up the bodies of the dead； one of that gruesome company
whose bloody welterings had long since been stilled； moved again。 It was
a huge black who rolled over upon his side and opened blood…shot；
suffering eyes。 Mugambi； whom the Arabs had left for dead； still lived。
The hot flames were almost upon him as he raised himself painfully upon
his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the doorway。
Again and again he sank weakly to the floor； but each time he rose
again and continued his pitiful way toward safety。 After what seemed to
him an interminable time； during which the flames had become a veritable
fiery furnace at the far side of the room； the great black managed to reach
the veranda； roll down the steps； and crawl off into the cool safety of some
nearby shrubbery。
All night he lay there； alternately unconscious and painfully sentient；
and in the latter state watching with savage hatred the lurid flames which
still rose from burning crib and hay cock。 A prowling lion roared close at
hand； but the giant black was unafraid。 There was place for but a single
thought in his savage mind revenge！ revenge！ revenge！
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The Jewel…Room of Opar
For some time Tarzan lay where he had fallen upon the floor of the
treasure chamber beneath the ruined walls of Opar。 He lay as one dead；
but he was not dead。 At length he stirred。 His eyes opened upon the utter
darkness of the room。 He raised his hand to his head and brought it away
sticky with clotted blood。 He sniffed at his fingers； as a wild beast might
sniff at the life…blood upon a wounded paw。
Slowly he rose to a sitting posturelistening。 No sound reached to the
buried depths of his sepulcher。 He staggered to his feet； and groped his
way about among the tiers of ingots。 What was he？ Where was he？ His
head ached； but otherwise he felt no ill effects from the blow that had
felled him。 The accident he did not recall； nor did he recall aught of what
had led up to it。
He let his hands grope unfamiliarly over his limbs； his torso； and his
head。 He felt of the quiver at his back； the knife in his loin cloth。
Something struggled for recognition within his brain。 Ah！ he had it。
There was something missing。 He crawled about upon the floor； feeling
with his hands for the thing that instinct warned him was gone。 At last he
found itthe heavy war spear that in past years had formed so important a
feature of his daily life； almost of his very existence； so inseparably had it
been connected with his every action since the long…gone day that he had
wrested his first spear from the body of a black victim of his savage
training。
Tarzan was sure that there was another and more lovely world than
that which was confined to the darkness of the four stone walls
surrounding him。 He continued his search and at last found the doorway
leading inward beneath the city and the temple。 This he followed； most
incautiously。 He came to the stone steps leading upward to the higher
level。 He ascended them and continued onward toward the well。
Nothing spurred his hurt memory to a recollection of past familiarity
with his surroundings。 He blundered on through the darkness as though
he were traversing an open plain under the brilliance of a noonday sun；
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and suddenly there happened that which had to happen under the
circumstances of his rash advance。
He reached the brink of the well； stepped outward into space； lunged
forward； and shot downward into the inky depths be