away until he saw that he was hopelessly lost were he to remain.

Alone he could have sprung into the midst of that close-packed
mob, and, laying about him after the fashion of Numa, the lion,
have struck the Arabs with such consternation that escape would
have been easy. Now he must think entirely of these two faithful
friends.

He crossed to the window which overlooked the street. In a minute
there would be enemies below. Already he could hear the mob
clambering the stairway to the next quarters--they would be at the
door beside him in another instant. He put a foot upon the sill
and leaned out, but he did not look down. Above him, within arm's
reach, was the low roof of the building. He called to the girl.
She came and stood beside him. He put a great arm about her and
lifted her across his shoulder.

"Wait here until I reach down for you from above," he said to
Abdul. "In the meantime shove everything in the room against that
door--it may delay them long enough." Then he stepped to the sill
of the narrow window with the girl upon his shoulders. "Hold
tight," he cautioned her. A moment later he had clambered to the
roof above with the ease and dexterity of an ape. Setting the girl
down, he leaned far over the roof's edge, calling softly to Abdul.
The youth ran to the window.

"Your hand," whispered Tarzan. The men in the room beyond were
battering at the door. With a sudden crash it fell splintering in,
and at the same instant Abdul felt himself lifted like a feather
onto the roof above. They were not a moment too soon, for as the