om 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 dead;
but he was not dead. At length he stirred. His eyes opened upon the
utter darkness of the room. He raised his hand to his head and brought
it away sticky with clotted blood. He sniffed at his fingers, as a
wild beast might sniff at the life-blood upon a wounded paw.

Slowly he rose to a sitting posture--listening. No sound reached to
the buried depths of his sepulcher. He staggered to his feet, and
groped his way about among the tiers of ingots. What was he? Where
was he? His head ached; but otherwise he felt no ill effects from the
blow that had felled him. The accident he did not recall, nor did he
recall aught of what had led up to it.

He let his hands grope unfamiliarly over his limbs, his torso, and his
head. He felt of the quiver at his back, the knife in his loin cloth.
Something struggled for recognition within his brain. Ah! he had it.
There was something missing. He crawled about upon the floor, feeling
with his hands for the thing that instinct warned him was gone. At
last he found it--the heavy war spear that in past years had formed so
important a feature of his daily life, almost of his very existence, so
inseparably had it been connected with his every action since the
long-gone day that he had wrested his first spear from the body of a
black victim of his savage training.

Tarzan was sure that there was another and more lovely world than that
which was confined to the darkness of the four stone walls surrounding
him. He continued his search and at last found the doorway leading
inward beneath the city and the temple. This he followed, most
incautiously. He came to the stone steps leading upward to the higher
level. He ascended them and continued onward toward the well.

Nothing spurred his hurt memory to a recollection of past familiarity
with his surroundings. He blundered on through the darkness as though
he were traversing an open plain under the brilliance of a noonday sun,
and suddenly there happened that which had to happen under the
circumstances of his rash advance.

He reached the brink of the well, step