"They return too soon," said Zeyd.
"But they do not come empty handed," and Ibn Jad pointed toward the naked giant that accompanied the returning hunters.
The group surrounding Tarzan approached the sheik's beyt and halted.
Wrapped in his soiled calico thob, his head kerchief drawn across the lower part of his face, Ibn Jad exposed but two villainous eyes to the intent scrutiny of the ape-man which simultaneously included the pock-marked, shifty-eyed visage of Tollog, the sheik's brother, and the not ill-favored countenance of the youthful Zeyd.
"Who is sheykh here?" demanded Tarzan in tones of authority that belied the camel leather thongs about his wrists.
Ibn Jad permitted his thorrib to fall from before his face. "Wellah, I am sheykh," he said, "and by what name art thou known, Nasrany?"
"They call me Tarzan of the Apes, Moslem."
"Tarzan of the Apes," mused Ibn Jad. "I have heard the name."
"Doubtless. It is not unknown to 'Aarab slave raiders. Why, then, came you to my country, knowing I do not permit my people to be taken into slavery?"
"We do not come for slaves," Ibn Jad assured him. "We do but trade in peace for ivory."