ERBzine 0490/0491: J. ALLEN ST. JOHN :: Art For Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar

...La with high-raised dagger, stood above him...And if you have lied to me, said Achmet Zek, I can kill you at any time.The shaggy, knotted, hideous little men seized him - 52With a scream of terror, Werper turned to flee, but the frightful men, priests of the Flaming God of Opar, anticipated his intentions.Mugambi launched his spear at the nearest of the enemy with a force that drove the shaft completely through the Arab's body.Tarzan, after driving his spear into the lion's chest, eluded the first swinging clutch of the lion's paw and leaped upon the tawney back.La will have you, she screamedClutched tightly in his hand was the sacrificial knifeWhy not he mused, he mused. Then I would be safe.Again and again it rose and fell, and each time the long blade of the knife hurled itself in the thing beneath the blankets.The knob-stick swung upward and downward.The glittering gems transformed the squalid room to the splendor of a palace....Little did he imagine he was being watched.Tarzan leaped straight into the airLa approached with upraised knifeTantor seized one in the coils of his trunkThe lion dragged the Arab from his saddleThe arrow, aimed with care, lodged in the lion's spineBehind him crept Chulk and TaglatThe ape, fretting under the restraints of the unaccustomed garments, tore the burnoose from him...Pausing beside the man, the ape bent over and examined his belongingsThere was a sharp report, and Mohammed Beyd rolled over and over upon the floor.Strong fingers were at his throat, fingers of steel.His yellow eyes fastened themselves balefully upon the figure of the girl.

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