"Let us call it anthropology," replied Stabutch. "I am looking for a man."
"There are many men in Africa and much nearer the coast than the Ghenzi country. You have travelled far inland looking for a man."
"The man I look for I expected to find somewhere south of the Ghenzies," replied Stabutch.
"Perhaps I can aid you. I know many men, at least by name and reputation, in this part of the world," suggested the Italian.
Stabutch, had he been entirely sober, would have hesitated to give this information to a total stranger, but alcohol induces thoughtless confidences. "I search for an Englishman known as Tarzan of the Apes," he explained.
Capietro's eyes narrowed. "A friend of yours?" he asked.
"I know of no one I would rather see," replied Stabutch.
"You say he is here in the Ghenzi country?"
"I do not know. None of the natives I have questioned knew his whereabouts."
"His country is far south of the Ghenzies," said Capietro.