then he saw her brush past the great savage beast and come and bend over him where he lay helpless in the trail. She touched him, and then he knew that she was real.
'Who are you?' she asked, in limping English that was beautiful with a strange accent. 'What has happened to you?'
'I have been lost,' he said, 'and I am about done up. I have not eaten for a long while,' and then he fainted.
Jad-bal-ja, the golden lion, had conceived a strange affection for La of Opar. Perhaps it was the call of one kindred savage spirit to another. Perhaps it was merely the recollection that she was Tarzan's friend. But be that as it may, he seemed to find the same pleasure in her company that a faithful dog finds in the company of his master. He had protected her with fierce loyalty, and when he made his kill he shared the flesh with her. She, however, after cutting off a portion that she wanted, had always gone away a little distance to build her primitive fire and cook the flesh; nor ever had she ventured back to the kill after Jad-bal-ja had commenced to feed, for a lion is yet a lion, and the grim and ferocious growls that accompanied his feeding warned the girl against presuming too far upon the new found generosity of the carnivore.
They had been feeding, when the approach of Colt had attracted Numa's attention and brought him into the trail from his kill. For a moment La had feared that she might not be able to keep the lion from the man, and she had wanted to do so; for something in the stranger's appearance reminded her of Tarzan, whom he more nearly resembled than he did the grotesque priests of Opar. Because of this fact she thought that possibly the stranger might be from Tarzan's country. Perhaps he was one of Tarzan's friends and if so, she must protect him. To her relief, the lion had obeyed her when she had called upon him to halt, and now he evinced no further desire to attack the man.
When Colt regained consciousness, La tried to raise him to his feet; and, with considerable difficulty and some slight assistance from the man, she succeeded in doing so. She put one of his arms across her shoulders and, supporting him thus, guided him back along the trail, while Jad-bal-ja followed at their heels. She had difficulty in getting him through the brush to the hidden glen where Jad-bal-ja's kill lay and her little fire was burning a short distance away. But at last she succeeded and when they had come close to her fire, she lowered the man to the ground, while Jad-bal-ja turned once more to his feeding and his growling.
La fed the man tiny pieces of the meat that she had cooked, and he ate ravenously all that she would give him. A short distance away ran the river, where La and the lion would have gone to drink after they had fed; but doubting whether she could get the man so great a distance through the jungle, she left him there with the lion and went down to the river; but first she told Jad-bal-ja to guard him, speaking in the language of the first men, the language of the Mangani, that all creatures of the jungle understand to a greater or lesser extent. Near the river La found what she sought-a fruit with a hard rind. With her knife she cut an end from one of these fruits and scooped out the pulpy interior, producing a primitive but entirely practical cup, which she filled with water from the river.
The water, as much as the food, refreshed and strengthened Colt; and though he lay but a few yards from a feeding lion, it seemed an eternity since he had experienced such a feeling of contentment and security, clouded only by his anxiety concerning Zora.
'You feel stronger now?' asked La, her voice tinged with concern.
'Very much,' he replied.
'Then tell me who you are and if this is your country.'
'This is not my country,' replied Colt. 'I am an American. My name is Wayne Colt.'
'You are perhaps a friend of Tarzan of the Apes?' she asked.
He shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'I have heard of him, but I do not know him.'
La frowned. 'You are his enemy, then?' she demanded.
'Of course not,' replied Colt. 'I do not even know him.'
A sudden light flashed in La's eyes. 'Do you know Zora?' she asked.
Colt came to his elbow with a sudden start. 'Zora Drinov?' he demanded. 'What do you know of her?'
'She is my friend,' said La.
'She is my friend also,' said Colt.
'She is in trouble,' said La.
'Yes, I know it; but how did you know?'
'I was with her when she was taken prisoner by the men of the desert. They took me also, but I escaped.'
'How long ago was that?'
'The Flaming God has gone to rest many times since I saw Zora,' replied the girl.
'Then I have seen her since.'
'Where is she?'
'I do not know. She was with the Aarabs when I found her. We escaped from them; and then, while I was hunting in the jungle something came and carried her away. I do not know whether it was a man or a gorilla; for though I saw its footprints, I could not be sure. I have been searching for her for a long time; but I could not find food, and it has been some time since I have had water; so I lost my strength, and you found me as I am.'
'You shall not want for food nor water now,' said La, 'for Numa, the lion, will hunt for us; and if we can find the camp of Zora's friends, perhaps they will go out and search for her.'
'You know where the camp is?' he asked. 'Is it near?'
'I do not know where it is. I have been searching for it to lead her friends after the men of the desert.'
Colt had been studying the girl as they talked. He had noted her strange, barbaric apparel and the staggering beauty of her face and figure. He knew almost intuitively that she was not of the world that be knew, and his mind was filled with curiosity concerning her.
'You have not told me who you are,' he said.
'I am La of Opar,' she replied, 'high priestess of the Flaming God.'
Opar! Now indeed he knew that she was not of his world. Opar, the city of mystery, the city of fabulous treasures. Could it be that the same city that housed the grotesque warriors with whom he and Romero had fought produced also such beautiful creatures as Nao and La, and only these? He wondered why he had not connected her with Opar at once, for now he saw that her stomacher was similar to that of Nao and of the priestess that he had seen upon the throne in the great chamber of the ruined temple. Recalling his attempt to enter Opar and loot it of its treasures, he deemed it expedient to make no mention of any familiarity with the city of the girl's birth, for he guessed that Opar's women might be as primitively fierce in their vengeance as he had found Nao in her love.
The lion, and the girl, and the man lay up that night beside Jad-bal-ja's kill, and in the morning Colt found that his strength had partially returned. During the night Numa had finished his kill; and after the sun had risen, La found fruits which she and Colt ate, while the lion strolled to the river to drink, pausing once to roar, that the world might know the king was there.
'Numa will not kill again until tomorrow,' she said, 'so we shall have no meat until then, unless we are fortunate enough to kill something ourselves.'
Colt had long since abandoned the heavy rifle of the Aarabs, to the burden of which his growing weakness hart left his muscles inadequate; so he had nothing but his bare hands and La only a knife with which they might make a kill.
'Then I guess we shall eat fruit until the lion kills again,' he said. 'In the meantime we might as well be trying to find the camp.'
She shook her head. 'No,' she said, 'you must rest. You were very weak when I found you, and it is not well that you should exert yourself until you are strong again. Numa will sleep all day. You and I will cut some sticks and lie beside a little trail, where the small things go. Perhaps we shall have luck; but if we do not, Numa will kill again tomorrow, and this time I shall take a whole hind quarter.'
'I cannot believe that a lion would let you do that,' said the man.
'At first I did not understand it myself,' said La, 'but after a while I remembered. It is because I am Tarzan's friend that he does not harm me.'
When Zora Drinov saw her lion-man lying lifeless on the ground, she ran quickly to him and knelt at his side. She had heard the shot, and now seeing the blood running from the wound upon his head, she thought that someone had killed him intentionally and when Ivitch came running out, his rifle in his hand, she turned upon him
