“They did.”
“And were there many yellow rings about their arms and legs?”
“Yes.”
“And the she one—was she small and slender, and very white?”
“Yes.”
“Did she seem to be one of the tribe, or was she a prisoner?”
“They dragged her along—sometimes by an arm—sometimes by the long hair that grew upon her head; and always they kicked and beat her. Oh, but it was great fun to watch them.”
“God!” muttered Tarzan.
“Where were they when you saw them, and which way were they going?” continued the ape-man.
“They were beside the second water back there,” and he pointed to the south. “When they passed me they were going toward the morning, upward along the edge of the water.”