"Yes. Some crazy nut I suppose. The niggers seemed to know about him."
"Who is he?"
"Calls himself Tarzan."
Blake elevated his brows. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "You have met Tarzan of the Apes and he has ordered you out of the jungle?"
"You've heard of him?"
"Certainly, and if he ever orders me out of his jungle, I'll go."
"You would, but not Wilbur Stimbol."
"Why did he order you out?" asked Blake.
"He just ordered me out, that's all. Wouldn't let me shoot a gorilla I'd been stalking. The fellow saved the gorilla from a python, killed the python, ordered me out of the jungle, said he'd visit us in camp later and walked away with the gorilla like they were old pals. I never saw anything like it, but it doesn't make any difference to me who or what he thinks he is, I know who and what I am and it's going to take more than a half-wit to scare me out of this country till I'm good and ready to go."
"So you think Tarzan of the Apes is a half-wit?"