 Returning from the jewel pits and angered at Tarzan's indifference to her repeated advances, Atea, White Queen of Torr, tells Jeanette Burton that when Mungo has killed the ape-man in the public arena, she, Jeanette, will become the Yellow Chief's mate. Wontae and Mungo have selected from the pits slaves those to be sacrificed in the Feast of Pantu games. From Wontae, Tarzan and O'Rourke learn of Jeanette's impending fate and also of Darno and Oucar's final escape from the Torrion patrol. In the jungle, the elephant upon which Darno and Oucar are mounted, joins a stampede of wild elephants. Oucar eventually succeeds in working their frightened mount out of the herd and bringing it to a stop beside a water hole. As they lie stretched on the ground resting, the elephant runs off, leaving them once more afoot and still far from Rattor. In the distance, coming swiftly toward them, they discover a mounted patrol. Quickly, they make for a vine-draped photo-carpistry as the patrol nears the water hole. Quick, Darno! To the broad limb just above your head. The leaves will screen us. Oh, thank you, Le Bon Dieu. It is still too dark for them to see clearly. Eh, voila! This limb will hold us both. They will remain at the water hole until daybreak, then probably try to pick up our trail. It is already growing light over there in the east. But how could they have followed this to this spot and so quickly? It may be that they came down the river by accident, heard the stampede or saw signs of it and believing that we followed the elephants to cover our own track. But here they come. Listen, wait. Run for it! Gods of Rattor! Rattori! Oucar ninger shan! Winder mani! Moon Jew guy, have you gone mad? Those men will kill us. Come, Darno. It is my father, the shan of Rattor. Oh, bravo, Le Bon Dieu. Que le bon shan. Ah, que ca! A longa ninga! A longa! Aftar! I, the gods of Rattor, my father, we mistook you for Torians. Make haste, Darno. May moon view, I am coming as fast as I can. Ah, you caro mani. Ah, yora tako nangrok. A longa ningo. I am glad to see you, my father. This is Paul Darno, my good friend. Extend to him the hand of friendship and speak in the tongue of the Anglos. Welcome, Paul Darno. Christ, welcome is the friend of the son I have long since counted among the dead. Oh, vous êtes bienvenue, monsieur. You and your patrol are the welcome ones, sir. We heard you coming and thought it was the Torian patrol from which we escaped last night. It is fortunate that we came this way, my son, in our hunt for elephants. We crossed the spore of a stampeding herd but a short distance from here and came to this place to await daybreak before taking up the chase. And that was probably the same herd we were with, Oka? Yes, Darno. After escaping from the Torians' father, our elephant joined a stampede and ran with them to this spot. When we dismounted to rest, he ran off. But how did you manage to escape from Tor with an elephant? Through a friend. The elephant we found in the Torian jungle stockade last night. The patrol followed us to the Nuniki River where they lost us. And you, my son, have been prisoner of the Torians these months, they thought you were dead? Yes, as a slave in the Torian jewel fits. Two attacks on Tor have I led and twice have our warriors been repulsed at the very gates. The city of Tor is impregnable. Yet another attack must be made at once, my father. Before the Torians celebrate the Feast of Pantu. The Feast of Pantu? Impossible. Only five days in which to gather our armies and return to the attack, it cannot be done, my son. I have given my word, father. Then you must keep it. To whom have you given the word? To him who made it possible for us to escape from that evil city. To Tarzan of the Apes. A mighty warrior and killer of beasts who has twice saved my life. He with two worthy companions will die during the Feast of Pantu unless we save them. Then there is no time to be lost. We ride at once for Rator. Toon Ratori. Andaka Rator. Uka, my son. And this time we will enter the city of Tor somehow. But, Uka has forgotten to tell you, Monsieur Lechon, that if we arrive in time, Tarzan will see to it that the main gates are open for us. Then, Paudano, may their vile gods protect them. The patrol is ready, my father. Come then. Uka Ratori. Andaka. In the early morning sunlight, the city of Tor lies glittering in the jungle. The first burning rays spill long blue shadows across the toiling sweat-covered backs of the jewel pit slaves. Tarzanador Ork, the latter wearing around his neck the golden collar of a chosen lion slave, discussed the escape of Darno and Uka and the unhappy fate of waiting Jeanette. Yes, Tarzan. If our plan with the slaves fail, you'll have to bait that big yellow hulk to death. You're thinking about Jeanette, my friend. And why shouldn't I? If we fail here and you have to fight Mungo, and he kills you, her lot will be worse than death. And yours, O'Rourke, the lion pit. Oh, I'm not thinking about myself. Tis Jeanette I'm worrying about. Why not wait until it's time to worry? If our plans work out, I doubt if it will ever come to a fight between Mungo and me, at least not in the arena. But without the Lieutenant and Uka and the Ratorians, we can't hope to capture the city even with all the slaves at our backs. I, them, too, only makes it. There are still four or five days before the games, my friend. Anything can happen in that time. Why do you suppose Wong came back to tell us... What about Jeanette, he mean? Rubbing it in, he was. A slant-eyed head and knew that telling me what her tears fixed up for Jeanette would hurt. And me, helpless to do nothing but steal here in me own juice. Ah, bad ses to the chink, says I. But why did he tell us about Dono and Uka escaping? Why did he do that? If I never was good at riddles. But whatever his object, he can gamble there's dirty me in the back of it. I won't. Yes, will you look at them, too, they're bringing in. Don't we know the big fellow? Lutang, chief of elephant men. In chains they are. And be gory, both were in the golden collar. Now, what the devil can that mean, do you think? No, no, no, no, no, Lutang. Te oro calda toro. What is a pit slave, Mr. Lutang, becomes. Well, if there's any consolation to him, he won't be here long with that golden collar around his neck. They're in our group, O'Rourke. What do you make of them? Sure, and I don't know. But by the looks he's given us, he's none too friendly he'll be. Holy Saint Patrick, Tarzan, do ye men at tear may have put him here as a spy? Perhaps. But I doubt a bear could attest to Lutang now, since Don Juanuka escaped while they were in his charge. Escape from the elephant paddock ye men. Ah, I see. For letting them to run out from under his nose, a tear slaps him in chains and fades him to her lions. He's chained next to you. Talk to him when you get the chance. Find out if you can why he's here. Here. Lutang. At the low-voiced call, the erstwhile chief of elephant men turns smoldering, hate-filled eyes upon O'Rourke. He moves close. Suddenly, without warning, he leaps straight at the Irishman. His great hands encircle O'Rourke's neck and bear him gasping, choking to the ground. In the palace, Artea has returned to her chamber from an early conference in the Great Audience Hall, where, with her chiefs and nobles, she has completed the final arrangement for the feast upon two games. She calls for Tanya, her favorite mute slave, and Jeanette Burton. While they remove her ceremonial robes, she talks eagerly of the coming celebration. The games will be entertaining. There will be racing, wrestling, and many death combats. Mungo is very anxious to meet the mighty Tarzan. And there will be many slaves for the lion pit. It should be interesting. It should be very interesting. To watch the man you profess to love being killed by a savage brute. But my dear, your Tarzan is very strong. He's a mighty warrior who kills savage beasts with his bare hands. Remember how easily he vanquished Tongo, chief of the clawmen? But Mungo is much stronger than Tarzan, and so very much bigger. Yet he claimed the ancient right of Thor on Mungo and challenged him to combat. No, that was because it was Mungo's spear that killed my uncle. Oh, listen, Artea, it isn't Tarzan that I love. I swear it isn't. Then why does he wish to leave Thor and me to go with you? It isn't that he wants to leave Thor, not with me. It's because he has given his word to see us to safety. Oh, believe me, Artea, that's the truth. Perhaps I do believe you, Jeanette Burton, now. But if it is not Tarzan, who? Paul Dano? No. No, it's Terence O'Rourke. O'Rourke? The red-haired one? Then, my dear, you shall see your lover fight in the arena with... Terri? In the arena? With whom? That you will see for yourself. I shall not spoil your surprise by telling you now. But by the word of Artea, Queen of Thor, the High Priestess of Pantu, if the red-haired won't be victorious in his combat, you shall have him. But Artea, tell me. No. Later you shall see for yourself. And now I wish to decide on the jewels I am the wealthy gains. We shall visit my jewel, Cavern. Oh, what is it you say, Jeanette Burton? Did you not hear me? Why, I... Yes, I heard. You shall go at once before my noon day rest. The key is here in this little castle. Now I... Pantu, the key to the jewel cave. It is gone. Gone? Why, how could it? Perhaps you must place it. Have you opened this casket, Jeanette Burton? After my telling you never to touch it? I haven't been in this room since you called Tanya and me this morning before the audience. Then someone has stolen it. Tanya, calling the women. All of them. They shall be searched. And you, Jeanette Burton...