being represented. It was Tarzan’s first oppor­tunity, also, to see the women of the warrior class outside their own homes. He had seen the Prin­cess Janzara in the palace quarters and, through the doorways in various portions of the dome, he had seen other women of varying stations in life; but these were the first that he had seen abroad at close hand. Their faces were painted deep vermilion, their ears blue, and their apparel soarranged that the left leg and left arm were bare, though if even so much as the right ankle or wrist became uncovered they hastily readjusted their garments to hide them, giving every evidence of confusion and embarrassment. As the ape-man watched them he was reminded of fat dowagers he had seen at home whose evening gowns left them naked to their kidneys, yet who would rather have died than to have exposed a knee.

The front of the shops were covered with brilliant paintings, usually depicting the goods that were on sale, together with hieroglyphics describing the wares and advertising the name of the proprietor. One of these finally held the at­tention of the Trohanadalmakusian, and he touched Tarzan’s arm and pointed toward it.

"A place where food is served," he said. "Let us eat."

"Nothing would suit me better. I am fam­ished," Tarzan assured him, and so the two entered the little shop where several customers