CHAPTER XIV
THE CHAMBER OF HORRORS
A BLACK-MANED lion moved through the jungle night. With majestic unconcern fo r all other created things he took his lordly way through the primeval forest. H e was not hunting, for he made no efforts toward stealth, nor, on the other hand, did he utter any vocal sound. He moved swifty, though sometimes stopping with uplifted nose to scent the air and to listen. And thus at last he came to a high wall, along the face of which he sniffed, until the wall was broken by a half-opened gateway, through which he passed into the enclosure.
Before him loomed a great building, and presently as he stood watching it and listening, there broke from the interior the thunderous roar of an angry lion.
He of the black mane cocked his head upon one side and moved stealthily forward.
At the very instant that La was about to be thrust into the clutches of Numa, Tarzan of the Apes leaped into the apartment with a loud cry that brought to momentary pause the Gomangani that were dragging her to her doom, and in that
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