"Are they like the weapons of the Athneans?" demanded Tarzan. Of course he knew that they were not, but he thought it best not to acquaint these men with the fact that he had been consorting with one of their enemies.
"They are nothing like them," admitted the younger man. "What do you suppose this thing is for, Tomos?" he asked his companion as he examined Tarzan's bow.
"It may be a snare of some sort," replied Tomos; "probably for small animals—it would be useless against anything large."
"Let me take it," suggested Tarzan, "and I will show you how it is used."
The younger man handed the bow to the ape-man.
"Be careful, Gemnon," cautioned Tomos; "this may be a trick, a subterfuge by which he hopes to get possession of a weapon with which to kill us."
"He cannot kill us with that thing," replied Gemnon. "Let's see how he uses it. Go ahead—Let's see, what did you say your name is?"
"Tarzan," replied the lord of the jungle, "Tarzan of the Apes."
"Well, go ahead, Tarzan; but see that you don't attempt to attack any of us."
Tarzan stepped to the table and took an arrow from his quiver; then he glanced about the room. On the wall at the far end a lion's head with open mouth hung near the ceiling. With what appeared but a single swift motion he fitted the arrow to the bow, drew the feathered shaft to his shoulder, and released it.