Danny nodded toward the south. "Back there about a thousand miles," he said.
"You'd better go to it and remain there where he can find you if he can make his way back to it, and where I can find you if I locate him."
"I want to help you hunt for him. He's a good guy, even if he is legitimate."
"I can move faster alone," replied the ape-man. "If you start out looking for him I'll probably have to find you, too."
The "Gunner" grinned. "I guess you ain't so far off, at that," he replied. "All right, I'll beat it for camp and wait there for you. You know where our camp is at?"
"I'll find out," replied Tarzan and turned to Obambi to whom he put a few questions in the native Bantu dialect of the black. Then he turned again to the "Gunner." "I know where your camp is now. Watch out for these fellows from that village, and don't let your men wander very far from the protection of your machine gun."
"Why," demanded Danny, "what are them guys?"
"They are robbers, murderers, and slave raiders," replied Tarzan.
"Geeze," exclaimed the "Gunner," "they's rackets even in Africa, ain't they?"
"I do not know what a racket is," replied the ape-man, "but there is crime wherever there are men, and nowhere else." He turned then, without word of parting, and started upward toward the mountains.