 In the ancient Taurean palace, Atea orders Mungo, her giant chief of warriors, to bring her positive proof of the death of Tarzan, Oruk, and Kailuk, the Rathaurian slave. Accompanied by Jeanette Burton, Wong Tai starts in the dead of night for Atea's subterranean treasure vault. Meanwhile, Tarzan, Oruk, and Kailuk, following their escape from the Taureans, have taken refuge in the Corral of Black Maluk, a huge elephant Tarzan has befriended. Having perfected their plans for the freeing of the dual-pit slaves, the three friends cautiously leave their refuge under cover of darkness. About to climb the paddock wall, they're suddenly surrounded and attacked by Mungo and his huge yellow-skinned warriors. At Mungo's shouted command, torches instantly flare up, lighting the paddock and Black Maluk's Corral with a weird yellow radiance. With the high-pitched death cry of the yellow giants, Mungo, his heavy sword sweeping through a great arc, leaps past Black Maluk directly toward Tarzan. At Tarzan's words, the elephant, trumpeting angrily, lunges forward to thrust his mighty bulk between the Ape Man and Mungo's yellow warriors. With flailing trunk and gleaming tusks, Black Maluk drives the warriors from his Corral. Tarzan meanwhile sidesteps Mungo's savage charge. Before the yellow giant can regain his balance, the Ape Man springs in, close. Quickest thought, he launches himself astride Mungo's broad back. His mighty arms seek and gain a full Nelson on the yellow giant. To the roar of fury, Mungo drops his sword and throws himself to the ground. Tarzan's grip tightens. Tighter and tighter draw the steel bands. Lower and lower upon his breast, Mungo's head is forced. Suddenly, under the flickering torch light, the great muscles of Tarzan's shoulders and biceps leap into quartered ridges of iron. Final supreme effort and the vertebra of Mungo's mighty neck part with a dull snap. Holy Saint Patrick, and did he ever see the likes of that Kailuk Malat? By the great image, with bare hands he has vanquished the mightiest of Atea's warriors. Come on, you two, over the wall. Oh, give me a hand, Kailuk. Peth and them guards are making for the battle gates. Oh, they'll be trying to hit us off. Where are you, Tarzan? Here, drop down. Kailuk, come in. He's right behind me. Oh, them guards are coming. They'll be around here in another minute. All right, Kailuk, stay close to the wall, you two, and follow me. Beware of the haunting lions, Tarzan. If Atea has released them all, don't worry about Numa. He'll warn us before he attacks. Just now, we're getting clear of the paddocks and out of this part of the city. Wait. We're going the wrong way for the slave pits. I know. We'll circle back in a few minutes, and we've left the guards behind. Here, down this side street. They warrior Tarzan. See, they gather at the spot where we left the paddocks. Sure, and it'll take them a long time to decide which way we've gone. We're well rid of the heathen devils. Oh, bigotty, I'd like to see Atea's face when she hears how her fighting man, Mungo, was killed. Here, he light-cast by hundreds of flickering torches. The long columns of foot and elephant thaws of Rathore move swiftly, like regiments of huge yellow phantoms, through the shadowy jungle night. At their head, in an open war how-dough strapped through the broad back of a huge elephant, ride the mighty yellow-skinned Sean of Rathore and Paul Darno. With this subdued rumble of far-off thunder, the rapidly moving columns quickly approach their goal, the walled city of Tor. Sean of Rathore, if only we are in time. Do not allow that thought to worry you, Paul Darno. We shall arrive in time long before the break of day. Just a quick way, Komu. I hope so. It is only because I am so anxious about Tarzan and our friends that I worry. If we should arrive too late to help them... Be easy, friends. The feast of Pantu, the time set for their sacrifice, is still two days hence. Ah, we just say so. I know that. But, if Temur and Paul Darno have succeeded in eluding Uka, and have reached Tor with word of our komi... Listen, there's the voice of Uka. They are beyond us in the darkness. If only he has taken Temur and Paul Darno... We will soon know that, Darno. Here, look! Uka, boy, hey, Bonnie! All the columns, my father! That's the sound of their advanced one, the Torians. You are less than a lot from their gates, brother. Now, we are closer than I had thought. Uka, my son. And what of the traitors, Temur and Paul Darno? They are dead. We overtook them as they were leaving the edge of the jungle, opposite the main gates of Tor. The wound Paul Darno gave Temur held them back. Par exonct. I do not see how he came this far with that wound. Though it was not fatal, it was still a bad one. Very, very bad one. He was exhausted from the loss of blood and only verge of death when we overtook them. And, Paul Tarr? Died as a Ratorian warrior. We soared in hand. Good. Then Artea has received no word of our approach. And you, you will begin the attack? When? Uka will see to the placing of the foot warriors and the Tars which are to draw the Torians from the main gates. You will return and join us here, Uka, after placing your men. We will open the attack upon your return. We do not wait for daylight. What think you, Paul Darno? A surprise attack by night, Monsieur Lechon, would be my suggestion. Under cover of darkness, we may approach to the foot of the walls without being seen or heard. And the sham attack at the rear of the city will draw most of the Torians away from the walls we must scale to gain entrance to the city. Exactly. But you forget that Tarzan is expecting us and will attempt to open the gates to us. If only he is not a prisoner or dead. In that case, Artea herself shall pay the debt with her life. But we waste time. Go, Uka. See that your Tars have their orders. They must not open the attack until the remainder of our forces in position. I will rejoin you at the main gate as soon as I have carried out your orders, my father. And I, Shang Rator? You will remain at my side, Paul Darno. Atari, Antaruk, our Tor, Andrak. Come, friend, we go to the gates of Tor. Meanwhile, ever on the alert for Artea's prowling hunting lions and the many squads of yellow guardsmen patrolling the streets and roadways of the cities in search of them, Tarzan, O'Rourke and Kyloop move swiftly, silently through the darkness to the great heavily barred gates of the jewel pits. Thim gates are not going to be easy to claim, Tarzan, especially with guards outside and in. Getting over the gates will be simple. The guards, we should have little fear from them, Tarzan and the apes. They are never more than five or six in the guard house on the outside here. And at this time of night, they will all be sleeping. Do you think you can climb that gate, O'Rourke? Not without O'Rourke and without making enough noise to raise the dead. Oh, I'm no monkey. How about you, Kyloop? Well, the gate is high friend and all right. Then listen, I'll get over the gate. You two stay here in the shadow of this wall until you see me drop down inside. Then come to the gate. You'll find it open. Sure. And I hope one of them hunting lions don't come prowling around here just when Kyloop and I are alone. If Numa comes, climb the wall. Kyloop will help you up. I'm going now. Don't leave this wall until you see me on top of the gate. Sure. And I wish this part of the job was over. It is a fine chance we stand of getting killed in there, Kyloop Millad. It is the trans-fighting men must take O'Rourke. One can die but wants. Faith and I can think up a lot of things better to do than die, my friend. It is the last thing I expect to do. Yet you are a man of great courage. Oh, don't you believe it? It is only a poor characteristic of the Irish Millad. Sure. And I would... Don't you believe it? I've been so scared I couldn't tell you the name of the game we're playing. The game, my friend? I can't even tell you the score. Look, Tazan's sitting us through the gate. There he goes. Down inside. Come on, Millad. That's old Kyloop. If we can get past the guard house now without waking them fellows. The gates are opening. Come. Faith and they should oil them. That shquaking sound is like the whale of a banshee. Inside, O'Rourke. Kyloop, quick. Here we are, Millad. You're closing it again? Yes. Slide that bar back into place. We'll leave it closed until we're ready to go out with the slaves. And know what? Straight for the nearest slave shed. We'll get the key to the bunk chains and release the slaves as we come to them. Have a care, Tazan. Have a care in passing that open guard shed to O'Rourke. If we're interrupted, Kyloop and I'll hold off the guards. We'll get the key and release the slaves. And I'll send them out to help you as I freed them. Quiet now. Here's the guard shed. If only that. You next, Sonorra. Roofton, bono. Into the shadows quickly, friends. He thinks me a guard. Sonor, Roofton. Roofton. Don't wait, O'Rourke. Go on to the slave sheds. Roofton. Roofton. Lotte. Forward, Tazan. Forward. He has seen us all. Come on, then. Follow O'Rourke. Booker. Booker. Booker. Here we are, Kyloop. The slave shed. O'Rourke. Yes. I'm unlocking the head and as fast as I can. Outside ye yellow divils. Outside. When the slaves come out, Kyloop, tell them to use what they can as weapons. Rocks, chains, anything. Here come the guards. Having rescued Jeanette Burton from the Chamber of Serpents, Wong Tai has forced her against her will to accompany him to the subterranean treasure vault of Atea, the White Queen of Tor. Led by the Shahn of Rathor and Paul Darno, the Rathorian army, moving rapidly through the jungle toward the walled city of Tor, is joined a short distance from their goal by Uka, who reports the death of Temur and Poltar. Meanwhile, following the killing of Mungo by Tarzan, O'Rourke, Kyloop and the Ape Man have stealthily entered the jewel pits under cover of darkness in an attempt to free the pit slaves and lead them in an attack upon the palace. As Tarzan and his two friends creep past the shelter of the sleeping guardsmen toward the nearest slave shed, one of the yellow men awakens sees them and rouses his companions. Tarzan, O'Rourke and Kyloop run for the slave shed followed by the awakened Torian. Get that key and release the slaves. Oh, sure, and I'm doing just that. We'll be with you in a minute. The guards yelling fiendishly rush toward Tarzan and Kyloop brandishing their heavy swords. Kyloop grasping the sword he has taken from the wall of the Torian house, stands with his back to the wall of the slave shed awaiting the charge. The grim savage smile twists his yellow lips into a snarl of hate. A short distance from him, legs spread, feet gripping the rocky ground, stands Tarzan. In his hands, the Ape Man grips the end of a 10-foot length of heavy chain which he swings round his head in a great swift arc. Coolly, he watches the oncoming charge. Slowly as the guards come close, the great muscles of his arms and backs swell into corded ridges of steel. He whorls the heavy chain once, let's go! The impromptu weapon flashes through the air, whorling end for end, flashes into the leading guards, flattening several of them to the ground. Ah, get out there ye Galadibbles! Get out there and fight! Before the remaining guardsmen can gather themselves for a second charge, Tarzan leaps forward. Quickly he snatches up from the ground, the swords dropped by the Torians and crosses the swords all but one behind him at the feet of the liberated slaves. Tell them to pick up those swords and follow us, Kyloop. Undocker a Tori, undock a Tori, hey! Take some of the slaves, Kyloop. Get between the guards and the gate. Don't let them open it. Give no quarter unless they join us. Hey, Tarzan, hey, a Tori, how long does it take? Oh, oh, be good, Tarzan, my lad. You have them on the run now. The rest of the slaves, you haven't released them all. Ah, jibble a bit. I got the one shed full out of the hands of one of the slaves. He's free in the rest of them. I'm here to help you. Well, it's about all over. What's left of them have thrown down their arms. They'll be ready to come over to us. Sure, and it would be all over, just when I'm putting on my fighting clothes. Don't worry, my friend. There'll be enough fighting to suit even you. It is finished, Tarzan, at the apes. We are in control of the pits. Rather than lose their lives, the guards have joined us. What now, friend? Well, whatever they can find. When we open those gates, we're going to meet plenty of opposition. Oh, sure. And the knives we made must have arose the venerable ancestors of all these heathen divils. Let's go, Tarzan. We are ready, Tarzan, of the apes. Right. Open the gates. Come on, O'Rourke. Far beneath the palace of Torre in Artea's treasure cave, Jeanette Burton stands near the closed door of the vaulted, dimly lit cavern. Fearfully, she watches Wong Tai as he moves oblivious to all but the vast treasure surrounding him among the heaps of gold ingots and open caskets of precious and semi-precious stones. The flickering yellow light from two torches throws eerie, mysteriously creeping shadows upon walls and floor, as the Chinese plunges avaricious hands first into one gleaming heap, then another. Oh, Jeanette, my dear. A treasure. A treasure. A treasure such as a chili of a latin himself could not have produced. Oh, hurry, Dr. Wong. Hurry. Let's get out of this place. Kill me to creep. Pleasantly. Pleasantly. Look. These rubies. Ah, like unfalable blood red eyes. Glittering. Inscrutable. Yeah. Yeah, take them. They are yours. No, Dr. Wong. They're Arteas. I don't want them and you should. Arteas. A savage who has no idea of their value. Then I will take them and whatever else I can and sometimes sometimes we will return to this. What was that? Listen. Nothing, my child. You are permitting your imagination to get the better of you. We are alone. Alone with the ransom of a hundred kings at our feet. But what if we were to be caught in this place? Nonsense. Who is there to find us? Arteas? The entire palace sleeps. But I'm sure that someone followed us through those damn corridors. I felt their presence. Arteas thinks you're dead, my dear. Killed by her pet executioner in the chamber of serpents. Come. Select what you like and we will return to my chamber. I have all I can carry. No, I don't want any of it. I only want to get away from here as quickly as possible. Ah. By the shadow of the great image it is an evil play of fate that one must leave such treasure to yellow-skinned savages. Oh, I'd give it all ten times over to be a thousand miles from here. Ah, well, the beacon all has but one gate. The only real roads lead to it. And once we are out of this city it should not be impossible with the assistance of our guiding ancestors to find a road leading back to this treasure. How can you even think of returning? The chances are all against our even leading tour alive. Oh, Arteas hatred of us all accepting will tarzan perhaps. It's so deep, so savage. I sure it may, my dear. But our immediate need is less to describe hatred in terms of classical analogy than to find a means of baffling its vellum. Well, which we certainly can't down here in this creepy dungeon. Very well, my dear. We will return to my chamber where we may lay our problem before the spirits of our distinguished ancestors and with a fitting request for their assistance. Come. Great heavens! Tanya and Arteas! Oh, Kala-donka, Panaluk! Well, my Wong Tai, it seems that the missing key to the treasure cave has been found or perhaps it has never been lost. The acumen of the illustrious daughter of Thor may be computed neither by rule nor by measure. Her perceptions are sharper than the sword of a Tai Ping. Is that all you have to say, my loyal Wong Tai? There are times heaven-born with the classical perfection of my venerable tongue is strangely inadequate to express emotion. And you, Jeanette Burton, how did you escape from the chamber of serpents? Wong Tai followed the guards. When they left, he opened the door. And where, Wong Tai, did you find the key to my treasure cave? He didn't find it, Arteas. I didn't give it to him. At his suggestion, perhaps. My watchful Tanya saw you leave the quarters of Wong Tai together and followed you here. Well, so be it. We'll gather immediately in the fires of Thor. Meanwhile, led by Tarzan, Oruk, and Kailuk, the horde of freed slaves armed with clubs, lengths of chain, and weapons taken from guards and warriors overpowered in the dark streets are moving grimly onward toward the palace. Faith, Tarzan, taking the palace will not be easy. Look, down there in the square, the yellow devils are gathering for an instant main influence and stay away. Until we reach the square. Then a quick rush on the palace. Once inside, we can hold it against the warriors. If only Oukar and the Lieutenant were here with the Ratorians. Ah, well, it will be a fine brawl as it is. What of Arteas Tarzan of the apes? What do you intend doing with her? We'll take her prisoner. Use her as a hostage for Jeanette. Faith, and why not hold the she-devil until we're all slaves included out of the city? A fine traveling companion she'd make. To capture the woman will be impossible, Tarzan. She can easily escape through any one of many secret passageways leading out of the palace. Well, we'll try anyway and hope for the best. Know what? There's an awful lot of yelling and commotion going on up there on the walls beyond the palace. Keep the slaves from rushing the square, Kyloop, till we see what's going on. Antaluk, Atari! Vitorians are forming their towers there before the palace and marching toward the walls. Only some of them. Plenty left to make it interesting for us. I'm not a Atari! I'm not Atari! I'm not Atari! What is it, Kyloop? Oh, fun, too. It is good news, friend. Vishan, Rathor, and Uka have arrived. They are attacking at the distant part of the wall. Oh, big guy, they say hence be praised. Now we'll give these yellow devils a surprise of their lives. We'll take them front and rear. Come on, Tarzan, we'll add. Wait. If it's Darna and Uka, they're expecting us to open the gates for them. Why would they begin their attack at some other part of the wall? Perhaps they shan attack Tarzan to lead the Torians away from the main gate? You're right. That would be Darna's tactics. Listen, Kyloop. You lead the slaves. Get as close to the gates as you can from the south side. Then hit the Torians from the rear. Keep their attention from the gate if you can. And you, Tarzan? Don't worry about us. O'Rourke and I will be there to open them. And you see the gates are open, make straight for the palace with your slaves. Don't let anything stop you. Understand? Hey, Tarri! Take one lead! Power, power! All right, O'Rourke? Come on. We'll risk the gate from the other side. Ah, the heathen devils have seen us. They're trying to head us off. Sure, and it's a fine job we've cut out for ourselves. It'll be a race. I'll take care of the gate. You go back with Kyloop. Ah, just for that, I'd take a fall out of yous myself. If I wasn't so sure you could lick me, I wouldn't be carrying an O'Rourke fish. Stay out of it, indeed. Save your breath. Run. Ah, it's a race you want here. I'm right with yous. And the devil take the hindmost. Look out for them swords!