Chapter 39

“I shall get you for this,” hissed the prince, “all of you,” and he swept the inmates of the cell with an angry, menacing glance. Long after they had gone, Cassius Hasta continued to chuckle. “Caesar!” he exclaimed. “Swine!” As the prisoners discussed the discomfiture of Fastus and sought to prophesy what might come of it, they saw a wavering light reflected from afar in the corridor before their cell. “We are to have more guests,” said Metellus. “Perhaps Fastus is returning to spit on Tarzan,” suggested Cassius Ha…