listen to all that," and he advanced to lay his hand upon Tarzan's
shoulder. An instant later he lay crumpled in a corner of the
room, and then, as his comrades rushed in upon the ape-man, they
experienced a taste of what the apaches had but recently gone
through. So quickly and so roughly did he handle them that they
had not even an opportunity to draw their revolvers.

During the brief fight Tarzan had noted the open window and, beyond,
the stem of a tree, or a telegraph pole--he could not tell which.
As the last officer went down, one of his fellows succeeded in
drawing his revolver and, from where he lay on the floor, fired
at Tarzan. The shot missed, and before the man could fire again
Tarzan had swept the lamp from the mantel and plunged the room into
darkness.

The next they saw was a lithe form spring to the sill of the open
window and leap, panther-like, onto the pole across the walk. When
the police gathered themselves together and reached the street
their prisoner was nowhere to be seen.

They did not handle the woman and the men who had not escaped any
too gently when they took them to the station; they were a very sore
and humiliated detail of police. It galled them to think that it
would be necessary to report that a single unarmed man had wiped the
floor with the whole lot of them, and then escaped them as easily
as though they had not existed.

The officer who had remained in the street swore that no one had
leaped from the window or left the building from the time they
entered until they had come out. His comrades thought that he