Now, for the first time, Obroski looked at his strange companion under the light of the full moon. He voiced an exclamation of amazement—he might have been looking into a mirror.
Tarzan smiled—one of his rare smiles. "Remarkable, isn't it?" he said.
"It's uncanny," replied Obroski.
"I think that is why I saved you from the Bansutos—it was too much like seeing myself killed."
"I'm sure you would have saved me anyway."
The ape-man shrugged. "Why should I have? I did not know you."
Tarzan stretched his body upon the soft grasses. "We shall lie up here for the night," he said.
Obroski shot a quick glance in the direction of the two lions lying a few yards away, and Tarzan interpreted his thoughts.
"Don't worry about them," he said. "Jad-bal-ja will see that nothing harms you, but look out for the lioness when he is not around. He just picked her up the other day. She hasn't made friends with me yet, and she probably never will. Now, if you care to, tell me what you are doing in this country."
Briefly Obroski explained, and Tarzan listened until he had finished.