Blake thought for a moment before replying. "You may go," he said. "I will talk with you again in the morning."
The blacks had departed but a moment when the figure of a man appeared suddenly out of the darkness into the light of the camp fire.
"Who the—oh, it's you is it?" exclaimed Stimbol. "Here's the wild man, Blake."
The young American turned and surveyed the figure of the bronze giant who was standing just within the circle of the firelight. He noted the clean cut features, the quiet dignity, the majestic mien and smiled inwardly at recollection of Stimbol's description of this god-like creature—half-wit!
"So you are Tarzan of the Apes!" he said.
Tarzan inclined his head. "And you?" he asked.
"I am Jim Blake of New York," replied the American.
"Hunting of course?"
"With a camera."
"Your companion was using a rifle," Tarzan reminded him.