Very slowly now it was descending the embankment and coming toward him. Esteban returned the diamonds to the pouch and replaced it inside his loin cloth.
With outstretched arms the girl came toward him. “My love, my love,” she cried, “do not tell me that you do not know me.” She was close enough now for the Spaniard to see her rapidly rising and falling breasts and her lips trembling with love and passion. A sudden wave of hot desire swept over him, so with outstretched arms he sprang forward to meet her and crush her to his breast.
Tarzan, following the spoor of the man and the woman, moved in a leisurely manner along the jungle trail, for he realized that no haste was essential to overtake these two. Nor was he at all surprised when he came suddenly upon the huddled figure of a woman, lying in the center of the pathway. He knelt beside her and laid a hand upon her shoulder, eliciting a startled scream.
“God!” she cried, “this is the end!”
“You are in no danger,” said the ape-man. “I will not harm you.”
She turned her eyes and looked up at him. At first she thought he was Esteban. “You have come back to save me, Esteban?” she asked.
“Esteban!” he exclaimed. “I am not Esteban. That is not my name.” And then she recognized him.
“Lord Greystoke!” she cried. “It is really you?”
“Yes,” he said, “and who are you?”
“I am Flora Hawkes. I was Lady Greystoke’s maid.”