As Tarzan and Janette stepped from the jungle and approached the camp, they were greeted by a disheartened and hopeless company, only one of whom found anything to be thankful for. It was Penelope Leigh. When she saw them, she said to Algy, “At least Patricia was not with that creature.”
“Oh, come now, Aunt Pen,” said Algy impatiently; “I suppose you will say now that Tarzan and Janette arranged all this so that they could meet in the jungle.”
“I should not have been at all surprised,” replied Mrs. Leigh. ” A man who would carry on with an Indian girl might do anything.”
Tarzan was disgusted with all that had been happening during his absence, largely because his orders had been disobeyed, but he only said, “They should never have been permitted within pistol shot of this camp.”
“It was my fault,” said Colonel Leigh; “I did it against my better judgment, because it did seem inhuman to send them back there unarmed, with a man-eater hanging around their camp.”
“It was not the Colonel’s fault,” said Janette, furiously; “he was nagged into it. That hateful old woman is most to blame. She insisted; and now, because of her, Hans may be killed.” Even as she ceased speaking, they heard the distant reports of firearms, coming faintly from the direction of Schmidt’s camp. “There!” cried Janette; then she turned on Mrs. Leigh: “If anything happens to Hans, his blood is on your head!” she cried.
“What has been done has been done,” said Tarzan; “the important thing now, is to find Patricia. Are you positive that she was captured by the Maya?”
“We heard two shots,” explained the Colonel, “and when we went to investigate, we were met by fully a hundred Maya warriors. We dispersed them, but were unable to follow their trail; and although we saw nothing of Patricia, it seems most probable that she had been captured by them before we met them.”
“And now, William, I hope you are satisfied,” said Mrs. Leigh; “it is all your fault, for coming on that silly expedition in the first place.”
“Yes, Penelope,” said the Colonel resignedly, “I suppose that it is all my fault, but telling me that over and over again doesn’t help matters any.”
Tarzan took Itzl Cha aside to talk to her away from the interruptions of the others. “Tell me, Itzl Cha,” he said, “what your people would probably do with Patricia.”
“Nothing, two, three days, maybe month,” replied the girl; “then they offer her to a god.”
“Look at that creature now,” said Penelope Leigh, “taking that little Indian girl off and whispering to her. I can well imagine what he is saying.”
“Would they put Patricia in the cage where they had me?” Tarzan asked.
“I think in The Temple of the Virgins at the top of the sacred pyramid; Temple of the Virgins very sacred place and well guarded.”
“I can reach it,” said Tarzan.
“You are not going there?” demanded Itzl Cha.
“Tonight,” said Tarzan.
The girl threw her arms about him. “Please don’t go,” she begged; “you cannot save her, and they will kill you.”
“Look!” exclaimed Penelope Leigh; “of all the brazen things I’ve ever seen in my life! William, you must put a stop to it. I cannot stand it; I have never before had to associate with loose people,” and she cast a venomous glance at Janette.
Tarzan disengaged the girl’s arms. “Come, come, Itzl Cha,” he said; “I shall not be killed.”
“Don’t go,” she pleaded. “Oh, Che, Lord Forest , I love you. Take Me away into the forest with you. I do not like these people.”
“They have been very kind to you,” Tarzan reminded her. “I know,” said Itzl Cha sullenly, “but I do not want their kindness; I want only you, and you must not go to Chichen Itza tonight nor ever.”
Tarzan smiled and patted her shoulder. “I go tonight,” he said.
“You love her,” cried Itzl Cha; “that is the reason you are going. You are leaving me for her.”
“That will be all,” said Tarzan firmly; “say no more”; then he left her and joined the others, and Cha, furious with jealously, went into her hut and threw herself upon the ground, kicking it with her sandaled feet and beating it with her little fists. Presently she arose and looked out through the doorway, just in time to see de Groote and his party returning, and while the attention of all the others was centered upon them, little Itzl Cha crept from her hut and ran into the jungle.
Janette ran forward and threw her arms about de Groote, tears of joy running down her cheeks. “I thought that you had been killed, Hans,” she sobbed; “I thought that you had been killed.”
“I am very much alive,” he said, “and you have nothing more to fear from Schmidt and his gang; they are all dead.”
“I am glad,” said Tarzan; “they were bad men.”
Little Itzl Cha ran through the jungle. She was terrified, for it was growing dark, and there are demons and the spirits of the dead in the forest at night; but she ran on, spurred by jealousy and hate and desire for revenge.
She reached Chichen Itza after dark, and the guard at the gate was not going to admit her until she told him who she was, and that she had important word for Chal Yip Xiu, the high priest. She was taken to him then, and she fell on her knees before him.
“Who are you?” he demanded, and then he recognized her. “So you have come back,” he said. “Why?”
“I came to tell you that the man who stole me from the sacrificial altar is coming tonight to take the white girl from the temple.”
“For this you deserve much from the gods,” said Chal Yip Xiu, “and again you shall be honored by being offered to them,” and little Itzl Cha was placed in a wooden cage to await sacrifice.
Tarzan came slowly through the forest on his way to Chichen Itza . He did not wish to arrive before midnight, when he thought that the city would have quieted down and most of its inmates would be asleep. A gentle wind was blowing in his face, and it brought to his nostrils a familiar scent spoor—Tantor, the elephant, was abroad. He had found an easier trail to the plateau than the shorter one which Tarzan used, and he had also found on the plateau a plenteous supply of the tender shoots he loved best.
Tarzan did not call him until he had come quite close, and then he spoke in a low voice; and Tantor, recognizing his voice, came and verified his judgment by passing his trunk over the ape man’s body.
At a word of command, he lifted Tarzan to his withers, and the Lord of the Jungle rode to the edge of the forest just outside of the city of Chichen Itza .
Slipping from Tantor’s head, Tarzan crossed the fields to the city wall. Before he reached it, he broke into a run, and when it loomed before him, he scaled it much as a cat would have done. The city was quiet and the streets were deserted; so that Tarzan reached the foot of the pyramid without encountering anyone.
Just inside the entrance to The Temple of the Virgins, a dozen warriors hid in the shadows as Tarzan climbed the steps to the summit. Outside the temple he stopped and listened; then he walked around to the lee side, so that the breeze that was blowing would carry to his sensitive nostrils the information that he wished.
He stood there for a moment; and then, satisfied, he crept stealthily around to the entrance. At the threshold he stopped again and listened; then he stepped inside, and as he did so a net was thrown over him and drawn tight, and a dozen warriors fell upon him and so entangled him in the meshes that he was helpless.
A priest stepped from the temple and raising a trumpet to his lips, blew three long blasts. As by magic, the city awoke, lights appeared, and people came streaming towards the temple pyramid.
Tarzan was carried down the long flight of steps, and at the bottom, he was surrounded by priests in long embroidered cloaks and gorgeous headdresses. Then they brought Patricia. With trumpets and drums preceding them, Cit Coh Xiu, the king, and Chat Yip Xiu, the high priest, headed a procession that wound through the city and out of the east gate.
Tarzan had been placed on a litter that was carried by four priests; behind him walked Patricia, under guard; and behind her little Itzl Cha was carried in her wooden cage. A full moon cast its soft light on the barbaric procession, which was further illuminated by hundreds of torches carried by the marchers.
The procession wound through the forest to the foot of a mountain, up which it zig-zagged back and forth until it reached the rim of the crater of an extinct volcano at the summit. It was almost dawn as the procession made its way down a narrow trail to the bottom of the crater and stopped there at the edge of a yawning hole. Priests intoned a chant to the accompaniment of flutes, drums, and trumpets; and, just at dawn, the bag was cut away from Tarzan and he was hurled into the chasm, notwithstanding the pleas of Itzl Cha, who had repented and warned the priests that the man was really Che, Lord Forest . She had begged them not to kill him, but Chat Yip Xiu had silenced her and spoken the word that sent Tarzan to his doom.