"But he is a man and that was the voice of a beast," insisted Ibn Jad. "It could not have been he."
"But he is a Nasrany," reminded Fahd. "Perhaps he has league with Sheytan."
"And the sound came from the direction where he lies bound in a hejra," observed another.
"Come!" said Ibn Jad. "Let us investigate."
With muskets ready the 'Aarab, lighting the way with paper lanterns, approached the hejra where Tarzan lay. Fearfully the foremost looked within.
"He is here," he reported.
Tarzan, who was sitting in the center of the tent, surveyed the 'Aarab somewhat contemptuously, Ibn Jad pressed forward.
"You heard a cry?" he demanded of the ape-man.
"Yes, I heard it. Camest thou, Sheykh Ibn Jad, to disturb my rest upon so trivial an errand, or camest thou to release me?"
"What manner of cry was it? What did it signify?" asked Ibn Jad.