"He is Tarzan," replied one of the blacks.
"Tarzan? Never heard of him," snapped Stimbol.
"All who know the jungle, know Tarzan."
"Humph!" sneered Stimbol. "No lousy wild man is going to tell Wilbur Stimbol where he can hunt and where he can't."
"Master," said the black who had first spoken, "the word of Tarzan is the law of the jungle. Do not offend him."
"I'm not paying you damned niggers for advice," snapped Stimbol. "If I say hunt, we hunt, and don't you forget it." But on their return to camp they saw no game, or at least Stimbol saw none. What the blacks saw was their own affair.
CHAPTER V
The Tarmangani
During Stimbol's absence from camp Blake had been occupied in dividing the food and equipment into two equal parts which were arranged for Stimbol's inspection and approval; but the division of the porters and askari he had left until the other's return, and was writing in his diary when the hunting party entered the camp.