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Turan dashed hiainst the door of his prison in a vain effort to break through the solid skeel to the side of Tara whoer, but the heavy panels held and he succeeded only in bruising his shoulders and his ar his prison for so in the stone walls, but his search revealed a heterogeneous collection of odds and ends of arnia, and sleeping silks and furs in great quantities There were swords and spears and several large, two-bladed battle-axes, the heads of which bore a striking rese one of these he attacked the door oncefrom I-Gos at this ruthless destruction, but no sound caht, too thick for the huered much that I-Gos heard him Bits of the hard wood splintered at each impact of the heavy axe, but it was sloork and heavy Presently he was co al for a few h he could see nothing of the interior of the roo that I-Gos had drawn across it after he had locked Turan within

At last, however, the panthan had hewn an opening through which his body could pass, and seizing a long-sword that he had brought close to the door for the purpose he crawled through into the next roo aside the arras he stood ready, sword in hand, to fight his way to the side of Tara of Helium-but she was not there In the center of the room lay I-Gos, dead upon the floor; but Tara of Helium was nowhere to be seen

Turan was nonplussed It must have been her hand that had struck down the old man, yet she had made no effort to release Turan froht of those last words of hers: "I do not want your love! I hate you," and the truth dawned upon him-she had seized upon this first opportunity to escape him With downcast heart Turan turned away What should he do? There could be but one answer While he lived and she lived he must still leave no stone unturned to effect her escape and safe return to the land of her people But hoas he even to find his way froain? He walked to the nearest doorway It chanced to be that which led into the roo transportation to balcony or grim room or whatever place was to receive thereat, painted warrior on the thoat and as they ran over the splendid trappings and the serviceable arht came into the pain-dulled eyes of the panthan With a quick step he crossed to the side of the dead warrior and dragged him from his mount With equal celerity he stripped hi off his own, donned the regalia of the dead man Then he hastened back to the room in which he had been trapped, for there he had seen that which he needed to uise complete In a cabinet he found them-pots of paint that the old taxidermist had used to place the war-paint in its wide bands across the cold faces of dead warriors