himself painfully upon his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward
the doorway.

Again and again he sank weakly to the floor; but each time he rose
again and continued his pitiful way toward safety. After what
seemed to him an interminable time, during which the flames had
become a veritable fiery furnace at the far side of the room, the
great black managed to reach the veranda, roll down the steps, and
crawl off into the cool safety of some nearby shrubbery.

All night he lay there, alternately unconscious and painfully
sentient; and in the latter state watching with savage hatred the
lurid flames which still rose from burning crib and hay cock. A
prowling lion roared close at hand; but the giant black was
unafraid. There was place for but a single thought in his savage
mind--revenge! revenge! revenge!





7

The Jewel-Room of Opar




For some time Tarzan lay where he had fallen upon the floor of the
treasure chamber beneath the ruined walls of Opar. He lay as one