"What do you mean?" demanded Zveri. "Who is he?"
"He is Tarzan of the Apes."
"You are certain?" snapped Zveri.
"Yes, Bwana," replied the black. "I saw him once before, and one never forgets Tarzan of the Apes."
"Yours was a lucky shot, Ivitch," said the leader, "and now you may as well finish what you started."
"Kill him, you mean?" demanded Ivitch.
"Our cause is lost and our lives with it, if he lives," replied Zveri. "I thought that he was dead, or I should never have come here; and now that Fate has thrown him into our hands we would be fools to let him escape, for we could not have a worse enemy than he."
"I cannot kill him in cold blood," said Ivitch.
"You always were a weak minded fool," said Zveri, "but I am not. Stand aside, Zora," and as he spoke he drew his revolver and advanced toward Tarzan.
The girl threw herself across the ape-man, shielding his body with hers. "You cannot kill him," she cried. "You must not."