"Have you found him?" asked Tarzan.
"No."
"Shall I help you search for him? Suppose you and I, Pindes, go away alone and look for him!" suggested the ape-man.
For a moment Pindes seemed choking as he sought for a reply. "No!" he exclaimed presently. "It would be useless; we have searched carefully; there is not even a sign of blood to indicate that he was wounded."
"And you found no trace of the quarry?" asked Xerstle.
"None," replied Pindes. "He has escaped, and we might as well return to the city. I have had enough hunting for today."
Xerstle grumbled. It was getting late; he had lost his quarry and one of his lions; but there seemed no reason to continue the hunt, and so he grudgingly acquiesced.
"So this is a grand hunt?" remarked Tarzan meditatively. "Perhaps it has not been thrilling; but I have enjoyed it greatly. However, Gemnon appears to be the only one who has profited by it; he has won a thousand drachmas."
Xerstle only grunted and strode on moodily toward the city. When the party separated before the house of Gemnon's father Tarzan stood close to Xerstle and whispered in a low voice, "My compliments to Erot, and may he have better luck next time!"