meet them. He had heard no sound except the heavy breathing of his
antagonists, and the noise of the battle. He knew not what manner
of creatures had captured him, but that they were human seemed
evident from the fact that they had bound him.

Presently they lifted him from the floor, and half dragging, half
pushing him, they brought him out of the black chamber through
another doorway into an inner courtyard of the temple. Here he
saw his captors. There must have been a hundred of them--short,
stocky men, with great beards that covered their faces and fell
upon their hairy breasts.

The thick, matted hair upon their heads grew low over their receding
brows, and hung about their shoulders and their backs. Their
crooked legs were short and heavy, their arms long and muscular.
About their loins they wore the skins of leopards and lions, and
great necklaces of the claws of these same animals depended upon
their breasts. Massive circlets of virgin gold adorned their arms
and legs. For weapons they carried heavy, knotted bludgeons, and
in the belts that confined their single garments each had a long,
wicked-looking knife.

But the feature of them that made the most startling impression
upon their prisoner was their white skins--neither in color nor
feature was there a trace of the negroid about them. Yet, with
their receding foreheads, wicked little close-set eyes, and yellow
fangs, they were far from prepossessing in appearance.

During the fight within the dark chamber, and while they had been
dragging Tarzan to the inner court, no word had been spoken, but