"I am Tarzan," announced the ape-man. "What do you in Tarzan's country?"
Immediately the young man, who had halted abreast of his askari, advanced toward the ape-man. There was a smile upon his eager face. "You are Lord Greystoke?" he asked.
"Here, I am Tarzan of the Apes," replied the foster son of Kala.
"Then luck is certainly with me," said the young man, "for I have come all the way from Southern California to find you."
"Who are you," demanded the ape-man, "and what do you want of Tarzan of the Apes?"
"My name is Jason Gridley," replied the other. "And what I have come to talk to you about will make a long story. I hope that you can find the time to accompany me to our next camp and the patience to listen to me there until I have explained my mission."
Tarzan nodded. "In the jungle," he said, "we are not often pressed for time. Where do you intend making camp?"
"The guide that I obtained in the last village complained of being ill and turned back an hour ago, and as none of my own men is familiar with this country we do not know whether there is a suitable camp-site within one mile or ten."
"There is one within half a mile," replied Tarzan, "and with good water."
"Good," said Gridley; and the safari resumed its way, the porters laughing and singing at the prospect of an early camp.