rrant that he will get his bellyful of robbing
now that we are prepared for him," and so he dismissed the subject from
his mind, though he was destined to recall it before many hours through
a most unlooked-for occurrence.

Kadour ben Saden, having dined well, prepared to take leave of his
host. With dignified protestations of friendship, he invited Tarzan to
visit him in his wild domain, where the antelope, the stag, the boar,
the panther, and the lion might still be found in sufficient numbers to
tempt an ardent huntsman.

On his departure the ape-man, with Abdul, wandered again into the
streets of Sidi Aissa, where he was soon attracted by the wild din of
sound coming from the open doorway of one of the numerous CAFES MAURES.
It was after eight, and the dancing was in full swing as Tarzan
entered. The room was filled to repletion with Arabs. All were
smoking, and drinking their thick, hot coffee.

Tarzan and Abdul found seats near the center of the room, though the
terrific noise produced by the musicians upon their Arab drums and
pipes would have rendered a seat farther from them more acceptable to
the quiet-loving ape-man. A rather good-looking Ouled-Nail was
dancing, and, perceiving Tarzan's European clothes, and scenting a
generous gratuity, she threw her silken handkerchief upon his shoulder,
to be rewarded with a franc.

When her place upon the floor had been taken by another the bright-eyed
Abdul saw her in conversation with two Arabs at the far side of the
room, near a side door that let upon an inner court, around the gallery
of which were the rooms occupied by the girls who danced in this cafe.

At first he thought nothing of the matter, but presently he noticed
from the corner of his eye one of the men nod in their direction, and
the girl turn and shoot a furtive glance at Tarzan. Then the Arabs
melted through the doorway into the darkness of the court.

When it came again the girl's turn to dance she hovered close to
Tarzan, and for the ape-man alone were her sweetest smiles. Many an
ugly scowl was cast upon the tall European by swarthy, dark-eyed sons
of the desert, but neither smiles nor scowls produced any outwardly
visible effect upon him. Again the girl cast her handkerchief upon his
shoulder, and again was she rewarded with a franc piece. As she was
sticking it upon her forehead, after the custom of her kind, she bent
low toward Tarzan, whispering a quick word in his ear.

"There are