That night as they made their camp upon the trail toward home, the three whites were seated about a small fire with Jad-bal-ja lying just behind the ape-man, who was examining the leopard skin that the golden lion had retrieved in his pursuit of the Spaniard, when Tarzan turned toward his wife.
“You were right, Jane,” he said. “The treasure vaults of Opar are not for me. This time I have lost not only the gold but a fabulous fortune in diamonds as well, beside risking that greatest of all treasures—yourself.”
“Let the gold and the diamonds go, John,” she said; “we have one another, and Korak.”
“And a bloody leopard skin,” he supplemented, “with a mystery map painted upon it in blood.”
Jad-bal-ja sniffed the hide and licked his chops in—anticipation or retrospection—which?
With a cry of terror the Spaniard dived into the river
CHAPTER XXI
AN ESCAPE AND A CAPTURE
AT sight of the true Tarzan, Esteban Miranda turned and fled blindly into the jungle. His heart was cold with terror as he rushed on in blind fear. He had no objective in mind. He did not know in what direction he was going. His only thought—the thought which dominated him—was based solely upon a desire to put as much distance as possible between himself and the ape-man, and so he blundered on, forcing his way through dense thickets of thorns that tore and lacerated his flesh until, at every step he left a trail of blood behind him.