Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
The outcome of the fight within the camp could not have been other than
it was, for so greatly did the blacks outnumber the Arabs, that
eventually, notwithstanding their poor marksmanship, they succeeded in
shooting down the last of the nomads of the north. Then it was that
Luvini turned his attention to the other whites only to discover that
they had fled the village. The black realized two things instantly. One
was that someone had betrayed him, and the other, that the whites could
not have gone far in the short time since they had left the camp.
Calling his warriors about him he explained to them what had happened,
and impressing upon them that the whites, if permitted to escape, would
eventually return with reinforcements to punish the blacks, he aroused
his followers, who now numbered over two hundred warriors, to the
necessity of setting out immediately upon the trail of the fugitives and
overtaking them before they could carry word even to a neighboring
village, the nearest of which was not more than a day’s march distant.
CHAPTER XVI
THE DIAMOND HOARD
AS the primitive smoke bombs filled the throne room of the Tower of the
Emperors with their suffocating fumes, the Gomangani clustered about
Tarzan begging him to save them, for they, too, had seen the massed
Bolgani before every entrance and the great body of them that awaited in
the gardens and upon the terrace without.
“Wait a minute,” said Tarzan, “until the smoke is thick enough to hide
our movements from the Bolgani, and then we will rush the windows
overlooking the terrace, for they are nearer the east gate than any
other exit, and thus some of us will have a better chance for escape.”
“I have a better plan,” said the old man. “When the smoke conceals us,
follow me. There is one exit that is unguarded, probably because they do
not dream that we would use it. When I passed over the dais behind the
throne I took occasion to note that there were no Bolgani guarding it.”
“Where does it lead?” asked Tarzan.
“Into the basement of the Tower of Diamonds—the tower in which I
discovered you. That portion of the palace is nearest to the east gate,
and if we can reach it before they suspect our purpose there will be
little doubt that we can reach the forest at least.”
“Splendid!” ejaculated the ape-man. “It will not be long now before the
smoke hides us from the Bolgani.”
In fact it was so thick by this time that the occupants of the throne
room were finding difficulty in breathing. Many of them were coughing
and choking and the eyes of all were watering from the effects of the
acrid smoke. And yet they were not entirely hidden from the observation
of the watchers all about them.
“I don’t know how much more of this we can stand,” said Tarzan. “I have
about all I care for, now.”
“It _is_ thickening up a bit,” said the old man. “Just a moment more and
I think we can make it unseen.”
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