shuffling, and the stertorous breathing of the Russian.

It seemed that he must have lain thus an hour waiting for the thing
to crawl out of the dark and end his misery. It was quite close
now, but there were longer and longer pauses between its efforts to
advance, and each forward movement seemed to the waiting Englishman
to be almost imperceptible.

Finally he knew that Thuran was quite close beside him. He heard
a cackling laugh, something touched his face, and he lost consciousness.





Chapter 19

The City of Gold




The very night that Tarzan of the Apes became chief of the Waziri
the woman he loved lay dying in a tiny boat two hundred miles west
of him upon the Atlantic. As he danced among his naked fellow
savages, the firelight gleaming against his great, rolling muscles,
the personification of physical perfection and strength, the woman
who loved him lay thin and emaciated in the last coma that precedes
death by thirst and starvation.