Danny "Gunner" Patrick was speechless, partly from shortness of breath following his exertions, but more, by far, from astonishment. Here was a guy! In all his experience of brawny men, and it had been considerable, he had never met, nor expected to meet, such a one as this.
"I have located the spoor of your friend," said Tarzan.
"The what?" asked the "Gunner." "Is he dead?"
"His tracks," explained the ape-man, who was still leading the way up the slope toward the higher mountains.
"I gotcha," said the "Gunner." "But you ain't seen him?"
"No, it was too dark to follow him when I found them. We will do so in the morning."
"If I can walk," said the "Gunner."
"What's the matter with you?" demanded Tarzan. "Injured?"
"I ain't got no legs from the knees down," replied Danny. "I walked my lousy dogs off yesterday."
"I'll carry you," suggested Tarzan.