"I saw him. We hunted together and we followed you and Jana, but he is not alive now; he is dead."
"Dead! You are sure that he is dead?"
"Yes, he is dead."
"How did it happen?"
"We were crossing the summit of the mountains when he was seized by a thipdar and carried away."
Tarzan dead! He had feared as much and yet now that he had proof it seemed unbelievable. His mind could scarcely grasp the significance of the words that he had heard as he recalled the strength and vitality of that man of steel. It seemed incredible that that giant frame should cease to pulsate with life; that those mighty muscles no longer rolled beneath the sleek, bronzed hide; that that courageous heart no longer beat.
"You were very fond of him?" asked the warrior, noticing the silence and dejection of the other.
"Yes," said Jason.
"So was I," said the warrior; "but neither Tar-gash nor I could save him, the thipdar struck so swiftly and was gone before we could cast a weapon."
"Who is Tar-gash?" asked Jason.