to look upon. Further, there was something rather familiar about
her that set Tarzan to wondering where he had seen her before. He
resumed his former position, and presently he was aware that she
had arisen and was leaving the deck. As she passed, Tarzan turned
to watch her, in the hope that he might discover a clew to satisfy
his mild curiosity as to her identity.

Nor was he disappointed entirely, for as she walked away she raised
one hand to the black, waving mass at the nape of her neck--the
peculiarly feminine gesture that admits cognizance of appraising
eyes behind her--and Tarzan saw upon a finger of this hand the
ring of strange workmanship that he had seen upon the finger of
the veiled woman a short time before.

So it was this beautiful young woman Rokoff had been persecuting.
Tarzan wondered in a lazy sort of way whom she might be, and what
relations one so lovely could have with the surly, bearded Russian.

After dinner that evening Tarzan strolled forward, where he remained
until after dark, in conversation with the second officer, and when
that gentleman's duties called him elsewhere Tarzan lolled lazily
by the rail watching the play of the moonlight upon the gently
rolling waters. He was half hidden by a davit, so that two men
who approached along the deck did not see him, and as they passed
Tarzan caught enough of their conversation to cause him to fall
in behind them, to follow and learn what deviltry they were up to.
He had recognized the voice as that of Rokoff, and had seen that
his companion was Paulvitch.

Tarzan had overheard but a few words: "And if she screams you may