ight within the yard came
feebly from the open and half-blocked door of the cafe. Tarzan had
seized a sword from the man who had fallen before Abdul's knife, and
now he stood waiting for the rush of men that was coming in search of
them through the darkness.

Suddenly he felt a light hand upon his shoulder from behind, and a
woman's voice whispering, "Quick, m'sieur; this way. Follow me."

"Come, Abdul," said Tarzan, in a low tone, to the youth; "we can be no
worse off elsewhere than we are here."

The woman turned and led them up the narrow stairway that ended at the
door of her quarters. Tarzan was close beside her. He saw the gold
and silver bracelets upon her bare arms, the strings of gold coin that
depended from her hair ornaments, and the gorgeous colors of her dress.
He saw that she was a Ouled-Nail, and instinctively he knew that she
was the same who had whispered the warning in his ear earlier in the
evening.

As they reached the top of the stairs they could hear the angry crowd
searching the yard beneath.

"Soon they will search here," whispered the girl. "They must not find
you, for, though you fight with the strength of many men, they will
kill you in the end. Hasten; you can drop from the farther window of
my room to the street beyond. Before they discover that you are no
longer in the court of the buildings you will be safe within the hotel."

But even as she spoke, several men had started up the stairway at the
head of which they stood. There was a sudden cry from one of the
searchers. They had been discovered. Quickly the crowd rushed for the
stairway. The foremost assailant leaped quickly upward, but at the top
he met the sudden sword that he had not expected--the quarry had been
unarmed before.

With a cry, the man toppled back upon those behind him. Like tenpins
they rolled down the stairs. The ancient and rickety structure could
not withstand the strain of this unwonted weight and jarring. With a
creaking and rending of breaking wood it collapsed beneath the Arabs,
leaving Tarzan, Abdul, and the girl alone upon the frail platform at
the top.

"Come!" cried the Ouled-Nail. "They will reach us from another
stairway through the room next to mine. We have not a moment to spare."

Just as they were entering the room Abdul heard and translated a cry
from the yard below for several to hasten to the street and cut off
escape from that side.

"We are lost now," said the girl simpl