An uncanny cry had come rolling out of the mysterious jungle fastness, freezing the blood in the veins of all three men.
"The ghost!" said Orman in a whisper.
An involuntary shudder ran through West's frame. "You know that's all hooey, Tom," he said.
"Yes, I know it," admitted Orman; "but—"
"That probably wasn't—Obroski at all. It must have been some animal," insisted West.
"Look!" exclaimed Orman, pointing beyond West.
As the cameraman wheeled he saw an almost naked white man walking toward them, the carcass of a buck across one broad shoulder.
"Obroski!" exclaimed West.
Tarzan saw the two men gazing at him in astonishment, he heard West's ejaculation, and he recalled the striking resemblance that he and Obroski bore to one another. If the shadow of a smile was momentarily reflected by his grey eyes it was gone when he stopped before the two men and tossed the carcass of the buck at their feet.
"I thought you might be hungry," he said. "You look hungry."