loud voice, and then: "Ah, ha! I see. It is The Giant. He would show the other slaves how strong he is, would he?" He glanced at Caraftap, struggling to rise from the floor, and his face grew very dark—Caraftap was a favorite of his. "Such things are not permitted here, fel­low!" he cried, shaking his fist in the ape-man’s face, and forgetting in his anger that the new slave neither spoke nor understood. But presently

he recollected and motioned Tarzan to follow him. "A hundred lashes will explain to him that he must not quarrel," he said aloud to no one in particular, but he was looking at Talaskar.

"Do not punish him," cried the girl, still for­getful of herself. "It was all Caraftap’s fault, Zuanthrol but acted in self-defense."

Kalfastoban could not take his eyes from the girl’s face and presently she sensed her danger and flushed, but still she stood her ground, interceding for the ape-man. A crooked smile twisted Kalfastoban’s mouth as he laid a familiar hand upon her shoulder.

"How old are you?" he asked.

She told him, shuddering.

“I shall see your master and purchase you,” he announced. “Take no mate.”

Tarzan was looking at Talaskar and it seemed that he could see her wilt, as a flower wilts in nox­ious air, and then Kalfastoban turned upon him.

“You cannot understand me, you stupid beast,”