profound slumber, he felt carefully of the sack with the fingers of his left hand.
"They feel like pebbles," he muttered to himself, "and doubtless that is what they are, for the barbaric ornamentation of this savage barbarian who is a peer of England. It does not seem possible that this wild beast has sat in the House of Lords."
Noiselessly Kraski undid the knot which held the mouth of the sack closed, and a moment later he let a portion of the contents trickle forth into his open palm.
"My God!" he cried, "diamonds!"
Greedily he poured them all out and gloated over them—great scintillating stones of the first water—five pounds of pure, white diamonds, representing so fabulous a fortune that the very contemplation of it staggered the Russian.
"My God!" he repeated, "the wealth of Crœsus in my own hand."
Quickly he gathered up the stones and replaced them in the sack, always with one eye upon Tarzan and Jad-bal-ja; but neither stirred, and presently he had returned them all to the pouch and slipped the package inside his shirt.
"Tomorrow," he muttered, "tomorrow—would to God that I had the nerve to attempt it tonight."
In the middle of the following morning Tarzan, with the four Londoners, approached a good sized, stockaded village, containing many huts. He was
