"I am Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle," replied the ape-man. "The word of Tarzan is law in the jungle."
Stimbol, who had been watching, was under the impression that the man and the beast were growling at one another and that a new duel impended. Had he guessed the truth and suspicioned that they considered him a common enemy he would have felt far less at ease. Now, his rifle regained, he started toward Tarzan just as the latter turned to address him.
"Stand to one side, young fellow," said Stimbol, "while I finish that gorilla. After the experience you just had with the snake, I doubt if you want that fellow to jump you, too." The American was none too sure of what the attitude of the white giant might be, for all too fresh in his mind was the startling and disconcerting manner of the wild man's introduction; but he felt safe because he held a rifle, while the other was unarmed, and he guessed that the giant might be only too glad to be saved from the attentions of the gorilla, which, from Stimbol's imagined knowledge of such beasts, appeared to him to be quite evidently threatening.
Tarzan halted directly between Bolgani and the hunter and eyed the latter appraisingly for a moment. "Lower your rifle," he said, presently. "You are not going to shoot the gorilla."
"The hell I'm not!" ejaculated Stimbol. "What do you suppose I've been chasing him through the jungle for?"
"Under a misapprehension," replied Tarzan.
"What misapprehension?" demanded Stimbol.
"That you were going to shoot him. You are not."
"Say, young man, do you know who I am?" demanded Stimbol.
"I am not interested," replied Tarzan coldly.