"Yes; celery, bamboo tips, fruit, and nuts—it gets monotonous."
"I was not thinking of what they fed you but of how. How is your food brought to you and when? I mean since you have been in this room."
"When they brought me here yesterday they gave me enough food for the day; this morning they brought me another day's supply. They bring it into that next room and shove it through the bars—no dishes or anything like that—they just shove it through onto the floor with their dirty, bare hands, or paws. All except the water—they bring water in that gourd there in the corner."
"They don't open the door, then, and come into the room?"
"No."
"That is too bad."
"Why?"
"If they opened the door we might have a chance to escape," explained the ape-man.
"Not a chance—the food is brought by a big bull gorilla. Oh, I forgot!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You'd probably break him in two and throw him in the waste basket like you did Buckingham."
Tarzan laughed with her. "I keep forgetting that I am a coward," he said. "You must be sure to remind me if any danger threatens us."