“It was not I,” said Tarzan, “for my head has not been injured, and I remember well the language of my children.”
“Ah,” cried Usula, “then it was not our Big Bwana who ran from Buto, the rhinoceros?”
Tarzan laughed. “Did the other run from Buto?”
“That he did,” cried Usula; “he ran in great terror.”
“I do not know that I blame him,” said Tarzan, “for Buto is no pleasant playfellow.”
“But our Big Bwana would not run from him,” said Usula, proudly.
“Even if another than I hid the gold it was you who dug the hole. Lead me to the spot then, Usula.”
The Waziri constructed rude yet comfortable litters for the two white women, though Jane Clayton laughed at the idea that it was necessary that she be carried and insisted upon walking beside her bearers more often than she rode. Flora Hawkes, however, weak and exhausted as she was, could not have proceeded far without being carried, and was glad of the presence of the brawny Waziri who bore her along the jungle trail so easily.
It was a happy company that marched in buoyant spirits toward the spot where the Waziri had cached the gold for Esteban. The blacks were overflowing with good nature because they had found their master and their mistress, while the relief and joy of Tarzan and Jane were too deep for expression.
When at last they came to the place beside the river where they had buried the gold the Waziri, singing and laughing, commenced to dig for the treasure, but presently their singing ceased and their laughter was replaced by expressions of puzzled concern.