Metak, the son of Herog, was no weakling. Powerful by nature and rendered still more so in the throes of one of his maniacal fits of fury he was no mean antagonist, even for the mighty ape-man, and to this a distinct advantage for him was added by the fact that almost at the outset of their battle Tarzan, in stepping backward, struck his heel against the corpse of the man whom Smith-Oldwick had killed, and fell heavily backward to the floor with Metak upon his breast.
With the quickness of a cat the maniac made an attempt to fasten his teeth in Tarzan’s jugular, but a quick movement of the latter resulted in his finding a hold only upon the Tarmangani’s shoulder. Here he clung while his fingers sought Tarzan’s throat, and it was then that the ape-man, realizing the possibility of defeat, called to Smith-Oldwick to take the girl and seek to escape.
The Englishman looked questioningly at Bertha Kircher, who had now risen from the couch, shaking and trembling. She saw the question in his eyes and with an effort she drew herself to her full height. “No,” she cried, “if he dies here I shall die with him. Go if you wish to. You can do nothing here, but I—I cannot go.”
Tarzan had now regained his feet, but the maniac still clung to him tenaciously. The girl turned suddenly to Smith-Oldwick. “Your pistol!” she cried. “Why don’t you shoot him?”
The man drew the weapon from his pocket and approached the two antagonists, but by this time they were moving so rapidly that there was no opportunity for shooting one without the danger of hitting the other. At the same time Bertha Kircher circled about them with the prince’s saber, but neither could she find an opening. Again and again the two men fell to the floor, until presently Tarzan found a hold upon the other’s throat, against which contingency Metak had been constantly battling, and slowly, as the giant fingers closed, the other’s mad eyes protruded from his livid face, his jaws gaped and released their hold upon Tarzan’s shoulder, and then in a sudden excess of disgust and rage the ape-man lifted the body of the prince high above his head and with all the strength of his great arms hurled it across the room and through the window where it fell with a sickening thud into the pit of lions beneath.
As Tarzan turned again toward his companions, the girl was standing with the saber still in her hand and an expression upon her face that he never had seen there before. Her eyes were wide and misty with unshed tears, while her sensitive lips trembled as though she were upon the point of giving way to some pent emotion which her rapidly rising and falling bosom plainly indicated she was fighting to control.
“If we are going to get out of here,” said the ape-man, “we can’t lose any time. We are together at last and nothing can be gained by delay. The question now is the safest way. The couple who escaped us evidently departed through the passageway to the roof and secured the trap against us so that we are cut off in that direction. What chance have we below? You came that way,” and he turned toward the girl.
“At the foot of the stairs,” she said, “is a room full of armed men. I doubt if we could pass that way.”
It was then that Otobu raised himself to a sitting posture. “So you are not dead after all,” exclaimed the ape-man. “Come, how badly are you hurt?”
The Negro rose gingerly to his feet, moved his arms and legs and felt of his head.
“Otobu does not seem to be hurt at all, Bwana,” he replied, “only for a great ache in his head.”
“Good,” said the ape-man. “You want to return to the Wamabo country?”
“Yes, Bwana.”
“Then lead us from the city by the safest way.”
“There is no safe way,” replied the black, “and even if we reach the gates we shall have to fight. I can lead you from this building to a side street with little danger of meeting anyone on the way. Beyond that we must take our chance of discovery. You are all dressed as are the people of this wicked city so perhaps we may pass unnoticed, but at the gate it will be a different matter, for none is permitted to leave the city at night.”
“Very well,” replied the ape-man, “let us be on our way.”
Otobu led them through the broken door of the outer room, and part way down the corridor he turned into another apartment at the right. This they crossed to a passageway beyond, and, finally, traversing several rooms and corridors, he led them down a flight of steps to a door which opened directly upon a side street in rear of the palace.
Two men, a woman, and a black slave were not so extraordinary a sight upon the streets of the city as to arouse comment. When passing beneath the flares the three Europeans were careful to choose a moment when no chance pedestrian might happen to get a view of their features, but in the shadow of the arcades there seemed little danger of detection. They had covered a good portion of the distance to the gate without mishap when there came to their ears from the central portion of the city sounds of a great commotion.
“What does that mean?” Tarzan asked of Otobu, who was now trembling violently.
“Master,” he replied, “they have discovered that which has happened in the palace of Veza, mayor of the city. His son and the
