into the brute's flesh. Roaring, leaping, rolling and struggling,
the giant cat attempted to dislodge this savage enemy, and all the
while one great, brown fist was driving a long keen blade repeatedly
into the beast's side.

During the battle, La regained consciousness. Spellbound, she stood
above her victim watching the spectacle. It seemed incredible that
a human being could best the king of beasts in personal encounter
and yet before her very eyes there was taking place just such an
improbability.

At last Tarzan's knife found the great heart, and with a final,
spasmodic struggle the lion rolled over upon the marble floor, dead.
Leaping to his feet the conqueror placed a foot upon the carcass
of his kill, raised his face toward the heavens, and gave voice to
so hideous a cry that both La and Werper trembled as it reverberated
through the temple.

Then the ape-man turned, and Werper recognized him as the man he
had left for dead in the treasure room.





8

The Escape from Opar