"Obroski!" muttered Orman. "Is it really you?" He stepped closer to Tarzan and touched his shoulder.
"What did you think I was—a ghost?" asked the ape-man.
Orman laughed—an apologetic, embarrassed laugh. "I—well—we thought you were dead. It was so surprising to see you—and then the way that you killed the lion the other day—you did kill the lion, didn't you?"
"He seemed to be dead," replied the ape-man.
"Yes, of course; but then it didn't seem exactly like you, Obroski—we didn't know that you could do anything like that."
"There are probably a number of things about me that you don't know. But never mind about that. I've come to find out what you know about the girls. Are they safe? And how about the rest of the safari?"
"The girls were stolen by the Arabs almost two weeks ago. Bill and I have been looking for them. I don't know where the rest of the outfit are. I told Pat to try to get everything to Omwamwi Falls and wait for her there if I didn't show up before. We captured this Arab. It's Eyad—you probably remember him. Of course we can't understand his lingo; but from what we can make out one of the girls has been killed by a wild beast, and something terrible has happened to the other girl and the rest of the Arabs."
Tarzan turned to Eyad; and, much to the Arab's surprise, questioned him in his own tongue while Orman and West looked on in astonishment. The two spoke rapidly for a few minutes; then Tarzan handed Eyad an arrow, and the man, squatting on his haunches, smoothed a little area of ground with the palm of his hand and commenced to draw something with the point of the arrow.
"What's he doing?" asked West. "What did he say?"
"He's drawing a map to show me where this fight took place between the Arabs and the gorillas."