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would not have to live above his grave。
She thought some of following the bloody spoor on the chance that he might have crawled away to die later； but she gave up the idea for fear that she might find him dead nearby； or； worse yet badly wounded。 What then could she do？ She could not finish him with her spearno； she knew that she could not do that； nor could she bring him back and nurse him； nor could she leave him there to die of hunger or of thirst； or to become the prey of some prowling beast。 It were better then not to search for him for fear that she might find him。
That day was one of nervous starting to every sudden sound。 The day before she would have said that her nerves were of iron； but not today。 She knew now the shock that she had suffered and that this was the reaction。 Tomorrow it might be different； but something told her that never again would her little shelter and the patch of forest and jungle that she called her own be the same。 There would hang over them always the menace of this man。 No longer would she pass restful nights of deep slumber。 The peace of her little world was shattered forever。
That night she made her door doubly secure with additional thongs of rawhide cut from the pelt of the buck she had slain the day that she met Obergatz。 She was very tired for she had lost much sleep the night before； but for a long time she lay with wide…open eyes staring into the darkness。 What saw she there？ Visions that brought tears to those brave and beautiful eyesvisions of a rambling bungalow that had been home to her and that was no more； destroyed by the same cruel force that haunted her even now in this remote； uncharted corner of the earth； visions of a strong man whose protecting arm would never press her close again； visions of a tall； straight son who looked at her adoringly out of brave； smiling eyes that were like his father's。 Always the vision of the crude simple bungalow rather than of the stately halls that had been as much a part of her life as the other。 But he had loved the bungalow and the broad； free acres best and so she had come to love them best； too。
At last she slept； the sleep of utter exhaustion。 How long it lasted she did not know； but suddenly she was wide awake and once again she heard the scuffing of a body against the bark of her tree and again the limb bent to a heavy weight。 He had returned！ She went cold； trembling as with ague。 Was it he； or； O God！ had she killed him then and was this？ She tried to drive the horrid thought from her mind； for this way； she knew； lay madness。
And once again she crept to the door； for the thing was outside just as it had been last night。 Her hands trembled as she placed the point of her weapon to the opening。 She wondered if it would scream as it fell。
21
The Maniac
THE last bar that would make the opening large enough to permit his body to pass had been removed as Tarzan heard the warriors whispering beyond the stone door of his prison。 Long since had the rope of hide been braided。 To secure one end to the remaining bar that he had left for this purpose was the work of but a moment； and while the warriors whispered without； the brown body of the ape…man slipped through the small aperture and disappeared below the sill。
Tarzan's escape from the cell left him still within the walled area that comprised the palace and temple grounds and buildings。 He had reconnoitered as best he might from the window after he had removed enough bars to permit him to pass his head through the opening； so that he knew what lay immediately before hima winding and usually deserted alleyway leading in the direction of the outer gate that opened from the palace grounds into the city。
The darkness would facilitate his escape。 He might even pass out of the palace and the city without detection。 If he could elude the guard at the palace gate the rest would be easy。 He strode along confidently； exhibiting no fear of detection； for he reasoned that thus would he disarm suspicion。 In the darkness he easily could pass for a Ho…don and in truth； though he passed several after leaving the deserted alley； no one accosted or detained him； and thus he came at last to the guard of a half…dozen warriors before the palace gate。 These he attempted to pass in the same unconcerned fashion and he might have succeeded had it not been for one who came running rapidly from the direction of the temple shouting： 〃Let no one pass the gates！ The prisoner has escaped from the pal…ul…ja！〃
Instantly a warrior barred his way and simultaneously the fellow recognized him。 〃Xot tor！〃 he exclaimed： 〃Here he is now。 Fall upon him！ Fall upon him！ Back！ Back before I kill you。〃
The others came forward。 It cannot be said that they rushed forward。 If it was their wish to fall upon him there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm other than that which directed their efforts to persuade someone else to fall upon him。 His fame as a fighter had been too long a topic of conversation for the good of the morale of Mo…sar's warriors。 It were safer to stand at a distance and hurl their clubs and this they did； but the ape…man had learned something of the use of this weapon since he had arrived in Pal…ul…don。 And as he learned great had grown his respect for this most primitive of arms。 He had come to realize that the black savages he had known had never appreciated the possibilities of their knob sticks； nor had he； and he had discovered； too； why the Pal…ul…donians had turned their ancient spears into plowshares and pinned their faith to the heavy…ended club alone。 In deadly execution it was far more effective than a spear and it answered； too； every purpose of a shield； combining the two in one and thus reducing the burden of the warrior。 Thrown as they throw it； after the manner of the hammer…throwers of the Olympian games； an ordinary shield would prove more a weakness than a strength while one that would be strong enough to prove a protection would be too heavy to carry。 Only another club； deftly wielded to deflect the course of an enemy missile； is in any way effective against these formidable weapons and； too； the war club of Pal…ul…don can be thrown with accuracy a far greater distance than any spear。
And now was put to the test that which Tarzan had learned from Om…at and Ta…den。 His eyes and his muscles trained by a lifetime of necessity moved with the rapidity of light and his brain functioned with an uncanny celerity that suggested nothing less than prescience； and these things more than compensated for his lack of experience with the war club he handled so dexterously。 Weapon after weapon he warded off and always he moved with a single idea in mindto place himself within reach of one of his antagonists。 But they were wary for they feared this strange creature to whom the superstitious fears of many of them attributed the miraculous powers of deity。 They managed to keep between Tarzan and the gateway and all the time they bawled lustily for reinforcements。 Should these come before he had made his escape the ape…man realized that the odds against him would be unsurmountable； and so he redoubled his efforts to carry out his design。
Following their usual tactics two or