versed in the ways of uncivilized races, he responded in kind as
he realized it was doubtless intended that he should. His action
seemed to satisfy and please his new-found acquaintance, who
immediately fell to talking again and finally, with his head tipped
back, sniffed the air in the direction of the tree above them
and then suddenly pointing toward the carcass of Bara, the deer,
he touched his stomach in a sign language which even the densest
might interpret. With a wave of his hand Tarzan invited his guest
to partake of the remains of his savage repast, and the other, leaping
nimbly as a little monkey to the lower branches of the tree, made
his way quickly to the flesh, assisted always by his long, strong
sinuous tail.

The pithecanthropus ate in silence, cutting small strips from the
deer's loin with his keen knife. From his crotch in the tree Tarzan
watched his companion, noting the preponderance of human attributes
which were doubtless accentuated by the paradoxical thumbs, great
toes, and tail.

He wondered if this creature was representative of some strange race
or if, what seemed more likely, but an atavism. Either supposition
would have seemed preposterous enough did he not have before him
the evidence of the creature's existence. There he was, however, a
tailed man with distinctly arboreal hands and feet. His trappings,
gold encrusted and jewel studded, could have been wrought only by
skilled artisans; but whether they were the work of this individual
or of others like him, or of an entirely different race, Tarzan
could not, of course, determine.

His meal finished, the guest wiped his fingers and lips with leaves