which might well have staggered two ordinary men, yet his giant
frame showed no evidence of fatigue, as he helped to raise his
ebon warriors to the hill top with the rope that had been brought
for the purpose.

Six times he had returned to the treasure chamber, and six times
Werper, the Belgian, had cowered in the black shadows at the far
end of the long vault. Once again came the ape-man, and this time
there came with him fifty fighting men, turning porters for love
of the only creature in the world who might command of their fierce
and haughty natures such menial service. Fifty-two more ingots
passed out of the vaults, making the total of one hundred which
Tarzan intended taking away with him.

As the last of the Waziri filed from the chamber, Tarzan turned
back for a last glimpse of the fabulous wealth upon which his two
inroads had made no appreciable impression. Before he extinguished
the single candle he had brought with him for the purpose, and the
flickering light of which had cast the first alleviating rays into
the impenetrable darkness of the buried chamber, that it had known
for the countless ages since it had lain forgotten of man, Tarzan's
mind reverted to that first occasion upon which he had entered
the treasure vault, coming upon it by chance as he fled from the
pits beneath the temple, where he had been hidden by La, the High
Priestess of the Sun Worshipers.

He recalled the scene within the temple when he had lain stretched
upon the sacrificial altar, while La, with high-raised dagger,
stood above him, and the rows of priests and priestesses awaited,
in the ecstatic hysteria of fanaticism, the first gush of their