"There were four men and either a woman or a youth here with my friend," said Tarzan.
"Four of them were low countrymen from Pheli," said Thoar, "and the other was a woman of Zoram."
"How do you know?" asked Tarzan, who was always anxious to add to his store of woodcraft.
"The low-country sandals are never shaped to the foot as closely as are those of the mountain tribes," replied Thoar, "and the soles are much thinner, being made usually of the hides of the thag, which is tough enough for people who do not walk often upon anything but soft grasses or in soggy marshland. The sandals of the mountain tribes are soled with the thick hide of Maj, the cousin of Tandor. If you will look at the spoor you will see that they are not worn at all, while there are holes in the sandals of these dead men of Pheli."
"Are we near Zoram?" asked Tarzan.
"No," replied Thoar. "It lies across the highest range ahead of us."
"When we first met, Thoar, you told me that you were from Zoram."
"Yes, that is my country," replied Thoar.
"Then, perhaps, this woman is someone whom you know?"
"She is my sister," replied Thoar.