“What has become of him?” whispered Talaskar, anxiously.
“You care very much for him, do you not?” asked Komodoflorensal.
“Why should I not?” asked the girl. “You do, too, do you not?”
“Yes,” replied Komodoflorensal.
“He is very wonderful,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Komodoflorensal.
“I wish he would come back,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Komodoflorensal.
As though in answer to their wish they heard a low whistle from the depths of the tunnel into which Tarzan had crawled. “Come!” whispered the ape-man.
Talaskar first, they followed him, crawling upon hands and knees through a winding tunnel, feeling their way through the darkness, until at last a light flared before them and they saw Zuanthrol lighting a candle in a small chamber, that was only just high enough to permit a tall man to sit erect within it.
“I got this far,” he said to them, “and as it offered a fair hiding place where we might have light without fear of discovery I came back after you. Here we can stop a while in comparative comfort and safety until I can explore the tunnel further. From what I have been able to judge it has never been used during the lifetime of any living Veltopismakusian, so there is little likelihood that anyone will think of looking here for us.”
“Do you think they will follow us?” asked Talasker.
“I think they will,” replied Komodoflorensal, “and as we cannot go back it will be better if we push on at once, as it is reasonable to assume that the opposite end of this tunnel opens into another chamber. Possibly there we shall find an avenue of escape.”
“You are right, Komodoflorensal,” agreed Tarzan. “Nothing can be gained by remaining here. I will go ahead. Let Talaskar follow me, and you bring up the rear. If the place proves a blind alley we shall be no worse off for having investigated it.”
Lighting their way this time with candles the three crawled laboriously and painfully over the uneven, rock floor of the tunnel, which turned often, this way and that, as though passing around chambers, until, to their relief, the passageway abruptly enlarged, both in width and height, so that now they could proceed in an erect position. The tunnel now dropped in a steep declivity to a lower level and a moment later the three emerged into a small chamber, where Talaskar suddenly placed a hand upon Tarzan’s arm, with a little in-taking of her breath in a half gasp.
“What is that, Zuanthrol!” she whispered, pointing into the darkness ahead.
Upon the floor at one side of the room a crouching figure was barely discernible close to the wall.
“And that!” exclaimed the girl, pointing to another portion of the room.
The ape-man shook her hand from his arm and stepped quickly forward, his candle held high in his left hand, his right upon his sword. He came close to the crouching figure and bent to examine it. He laid his hand upon it and it fell into a heap of dust.
“What is it?” demanded the girl.
“It was a man,” replied Tarzan; “but it has been dead many years. It was chained to this wall. Even the chain has rusted away.”
“And the other, too?” asked Talaskar.
“There are several of them,” said Komodoflorensal. “See? There and there.”
“At least they cannot detain us,” said Tarzan, and moved on again across the chamber toward a doorway on the opposite side.
“But they tell us something, possibly,” ventured Komodoflorensal.
“What do they say?” asked the ape-man.
“That this corridor connected with the quarters of a very powerful Veltopismakusian,” replied the prince. “So powerful was he that he might dispose of his enemies thus, without question; and it also tells us that all this happened long years ago.”
“The condition of the bodies told us that,” said Tarzan.
“Not entirely,” replied Komodoflorensal. “The ants would have reduced them to that state in a short time. In past ages the dead were left within the domes, and the ants, who were then our scavengers, soon disposed of them, but the ants sometimes attacked the living. They grew from a nuisance to a menace, and then every precaution had to be taken to keep from attracting them. Also we fought them. There were great battles waged in Trohanadalmakus between the Minunians and the ants and thousands of our warriors were devoured alive, and though we slew billions of ants their queens could propagate faster than we could kill the sexless workers who attacked us with their soldiers. But at last we turned our attention to their nests. Here the carnage was terrific, but we succeeded in slaying their queens and since then no ants have come into our domes. They live about us, but they fear us. However, we do not risk attracting them again by leaving our dead within the domes.”
“Then you believe that this corridor leads to the quarters of some great noble?” inquired Tarzan.
“I believe that it once did. The ages bring change. Its end may now be walled up. The chamber to which it leads may have housed a king’s son when these bones were quick; today it may be a barrack-room for soldiers, or a stable for diadets. About all that we know definitely about it,” concluded Komodoflorensal, “is that it has not been used by man for a long time, and probably, therefore, is unknown to present day Veltopismakusians.”
Beyond the chamber of death the tunnel dropped rapidly to lower levels, entering, at last, a third chamber larger than either of the others. Upon the floor lay the bodies of many men.
“These were not chained to the
