He swung, then, head downward through the opening, catching the edge of the trap in the hollow of his knees. At the gallery door the knocking was becoming insistent and now at that leading into the quarters of Hamadalban a man's voice had supplanted that of the woman. The fellow was demanding entrance, angrily. "Open!" he shouted. "In the name of the king, open!" "Open yourself!" shouted the fellow who had been hammering at the opposite door, thinking that the demand to open came from the interior of the chamber to which he sought admission. "How can I open?" screamed back the other. "The door is locked upon your side!" "It is not locked upon my side. It is locked upon yours," cried the other, angrily. "You lie!" shouted he who sought entrance from Hamadalban's quarters, "and you will pay well when this is reported to the king." Tarzan swung, head downward, into the chamber, his hands extended toward his companions. "Lift Talaskar to me," he directed Komodoflorensal, and as the other did so he grasped the girl's wrists and raised her as far as he could until she could seize upon a part of his leather harness and support herself alone without falling. Then he took another hold upon her, lower down, and lifted still higher, and in this way she managed to clamber into the chamber above. The angry warriors at the two doors were now evidently engaged in an attempt to batter their way into the chamber. Heavy blows were falling upon the substantial panels that threatened to splinter them at any moment. "Fill your pouch with candles, Komodoflorensal," said Tarzan, "and then jump for my hands." "I took all the candles I could carry while we were in the storeroom," replied the other. "Brace yourself! I am going to jump." A panel splintered and bits of wood flew to the center of the floor from the door at the gallery just as Tarzan seized the outstretched hands of Komodoflorensal, and an instant later, as both men kneeled in the darkness of the loft and looked down into the chamber below the opposite door flew open and the ten warriors who composed the ental burst in at the heels of their Vental. For an instant they looked about in blank surprise and then their attention was attracted by the pounding upon the other door. A smile crossed the face of the Vental as he stepped quickly to the gallery door and unlocked it. Angry warriors rushed in upon him, but when he had explained the misapprehension under which both parties had been striving for entrance to the chamber they all joined in the laughter, albeit a trifle shamefacedly. "But who was in here?" demanded the Vental who had brought the soldiers from the quarry. "Kalfastoban and the green slave Caraftap," proffered a woman belonging to Hamadalban. "They must be hiding," said a warrior. "Search the quarters!" commanded the Vental. "It will not take long to find one," said another warrior, pointing at the floor just inside the storeroom doorway.