The Vental reached the door of the room just behind the girl and reaching out caught her by the arm.
“Not so fast, my pretty!” he cried. “A kiss before you leave me; but fret not! The moment we are sure that those villainous slaves are not within these rooms I shall join you, so do not pine for your Kalfastoban.”
Talaskar wheeled and struck the Vental in the face. “Lay not your filthy hands upon me, beast!” she cried, and struggled to free herself from his grasp.
“So-ho! a cat, indeed!” exclaimed the man, but he did not release her, and so they struggled until they disappeared from sight within the cell, and at the same moment Caraftap, the slave, laid his hand upon the latch of the storeroom door, and opening it stepped within.
As he did so steel fingers reached forth out of the darkness and closed upon his throat. He would have screamed in terror, but no sound could he force through his tight closed throat. He struggled and struck at the thing that held him—a thing so powerful that he knew it could not be human, and then a low voice, cold and terrifying, whispered in his ear.
“Die, Caraftap!” it said. “Meet the fate that you deserve and that you well knew you deserved when you said that you dared not return to the quarters of the slaves of Zoanthrohago after betraying two of your number. Die, Caraftap! and know before you die that he whom you would have betrayed is your slayer. You searched for Zuanthrol and—you have found him!” With the last word the terrible fingers closed upon the man’s neck. Spasmodically the slave struggled, fighting for air. Then the two hands that gripped him turned slowly in opposite directions and the head of the traitor was twisted from his body.
Throwing the corpse aside Tarzan sprang into the main chamber of the Vental’s quarters and ran quickly toward the door of Talaskar’s cell, Komodoflorensal but half a pace behind him. The door of the little room had been pushed to by the struggles of the couple within, and as Tarzan pushed it open he saw the girl in the clutches of the huge Vental, who, evidently maddened by her resistance, had lost his temper completely and was attempting to rain blows upon her face, which she sought to ward off, clutching at his arms and hands.
A heavy hand fell upon the shoulder of the Vental. “You seek us!” a low voice whispered in his ear. “Here we are!”
Kalfastoban released the girl and swung around, at the same time reaching for his sword. Facing him were the two slaves and both were armed, though only Aoponato had drawn his weapon. Zuanthrol, who held him, had not yet drawn.
“ ‘A dozen such could Kalfastoban overcome alone,’ ” quoted Tarzan. “Here we are, braggart, and we are only two; but we cannot wait while you show us how mighty you be. We are sorry. Had you not molested this girl I should merely have locked you in your quarters, from which you would soon have been released; but your brutality deserves but one punishment—death.”
“Caraftap!” screamed Kalfastoban. No longer was he a blusterer, deep toned and swaggering. His voice was shrill with terror and he shook in the hands of the ape-man. “Caraftap! Help!” he cried.
“Caraftap is dead,” said Tarzan. “He died because he betrayed his fellows. You shall die because you were brutal to a defenseless slave girl. Run him through, Komodoflorensal! We have no time to waste here.”
As the Trohandalmakusian withdrew his sword from the heart of Kalfastoban Vental and the corpse slid to the floor of the cell Talaskar ran forward and fell at the feet of the ape-man.
“Zuanthrol and Aoponato!” she cried. “Never did I think to see you again. What has happened? Why are you here? You have saved me, but now you will be lost. Fly—I know not where to you may fly—but go from here! Do not let them find you here. I cannot understand why you are here, anyway.”
“We are trying to escape,” explained Komodoflorensal, “and Zuanthrol would not go without you. He searched the quarry for you and now the Royal Dome. He has performed the impossible, but he has found you.”
“Why did you do this for me?” asked Talaskar, looking wonderingly at Tarzan.
“Because you were kind to me when I was brought to the chamber of Zoanthrohago’s slaves,” replied the ape-man, “and because I promised that when the time for escape came we three should go together.”
He had lifted her to her feet and led her into the main chamber. Komodoflorensal stood a little aside, his eyes upon the floor. Tarzan glanced at him and an expression of puzzlement came into the eyes of the ape-man, but whatever thought had caused it he must have put quickly aside for the consideration of more pressing matters.
“Komodoflorensal, you know best what avenues of escape should be the least beset by the dangers of discovery. Whether to go by way of Hamadalban’s quarters or through the gallery they mentioned? These are questions I cannot answer to my own satisfaction; and look!” his eyes had been roving about the chamber, “there is an opening in the ceiling. Where might that lead?”
“It might lead almost anywhere, or nowhere at all,” replied the Trohanadalmakusian. “Many chambers have such openings. Sometimes they lead into small lofts that are not connected with any other chamber; again they lead into secret chambers, or even into corridors upon another level.”
There came a pounding upon the door leading into Hamadalban’s quarters and a woman’s voice called aloud: “Kalfastoban, open!” she cried. “There has come an ental from the quarry guard in search of Caraftap. The sentry at the entrance to the quarters of the slaves of Zoanthrohago has been found slain and they wish to question Caraftap, believing that there is a conspiracy among the slaves.”
“We must go by the gallery,” whispered Komodoflorensal, stepping quickly
