"I do not know, majesty," replied Tomos. "I have not seen him."
She looked at him sharply. "Don't lie to me!" she snapped. "You do know where he is; and if any harm has befallen him, you go to the lion pit."
"But, majesty," cried Tomos, "I know nothing about him. I have not seen him since we left the temple yesterday."
"Produce him," commanded Nemone sullenly. "It grows late, and Nemone is not accustomed to wait upon any."
"But, majesty—" began Tomos again.
"Produce him!" interrupted Nemone.
"But—"
"Here he comes now!" exclaimed Nemone as Tarzan strode up the avenue toward her.
Tomos breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. He did not like Tarzan, but in all his life he had never before been so glad to see anyone alive and well.
"You are late," said Nemone as Tarzan stopped beside her chariot.