"So did I until that creature told me differently. Oh, the poor dear! Perhaps it would have been better had the lion killed her. Think of being in the power of those frightful half-men!"
"Where is this city?" asked Tarzan.
"It is back there a way at the foot of the cliff—one can see it plainly from the summit."
The man rose and lifted the girl into his arms again. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I am going to take you to Orman and West. They should be at the falls before night."
"Oh! They are alive?"
"They were looking for you, and they got lost. They have been hungry, but otherwise they have gotten along all right. They will be glad to see you."
"And then we can get out of this awful country?" she asked.
"First we must find out what became of the others and save Rhonda," he replied.
"Oh, but she can't be saved!" exclaimed the girl. "You should see how those devils fight—the Arabs, even with their guns, were helpless against them. There isn't a chance in the world of saving poor Rhonda, even if she is alive—which I doubt."