and Talaskar, who had been standing next him, felt him move away. She could not see him—it was too dark in the gloomy loft.
The two waited, but Zuanthrol did not return. They heard voices in the room below. They wondered if the searchers would soon investigate the loft, but really there was no need for apprehension. The searchers had determined to invest the place—it would be safer than crawling into that dark hole after an unknown thing that could tear the head from a man’s body. When it came down, as come down it would have to, they would be prepared to destroy or capture it; but in the meantime they were content to wait.
"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
