the door, swinging it open.
Komodoflorensal dropped upon his hands and knees and crawled through the low aperture, but Tarzan stood where he was.
"Go in!" said the guard to him.
"I will remain where I am," replied the apeman. "It will not require two of us to find a single slave girl and fetch her to the corridor."
For an instant the warrior hesitated, then he closed the door hurriedly and shot the heavy bolts. When he turned toward Tarzan again, who was now alone with him in the corridor, he turned with a naked sword in his hands; but he found Zuanthrol facing him with drawn rapier.
"Surrender!" cried the warrior. "I recognized you both instantly."
"I thought as much," said Zuanthrol. "You are clever, with the exception of your eyes—they are fools, for they betray you."
"But my sword is no fool," snapped the fellow, as he thrust viciously at the ape-man’s breast.
Lieutenant Paul D’Arnot of the French navy had been recognized as one of the cleverest swordsmen in the service and to his friend Greystoke he had imparted a great measure of his skill during the many hours that the two had whiled away with the foils, and today Tarzan of the Apes breathed a prayer of gratitude to the far-distant friend whose careful training was, after many long years, to serve the ape-man in such good
