Tarzan saw nothing further of any of the actors in the little
drama that he had caught a fleeting glimpse of until late in the
afternoon of the last day of the voyage. Then he came suddenly
face to face with the young woman as the two approached their deck
chairs from opposite directions. She greeted him with a pleasant
smile, speaking almost immediately of the affair he had witnessed
in her cabin two nights before. It was as though she had been perturbed
by a conviction that he might have construed her acquaintance with
such men as Rokoff and Paulvitch as a personal reflection upon
herself.

"I trust monsieur has not judged me," she said, "by the unfortunate
occurrence of Tuesday evening. I have suffered much on account
of it--this is the first time that I have ventured from my cabin
since; I have been ashamed," she concluded simply.

"One does not judge the gazelle by the lions that attack it," replied
Tarzan. "I had seen those two work before--in the smoking-room
the day prior to their attack on you, if I recollect it correctly,
and so, knowing their methods, I am convinced that their enmity is
a sufficient guarantee of the integrity of its object. Men such
as they must cleave only to the vile, hating all that is noblest
and best."

"It is very kind of you to put it that way," she replied, smiling.
"I have already heard of the matter of the card game. My husband
told me the entire story. He spoke especially of the strength
and bravery of Monsieur Tarzan, to whom he feels that he owes an
immense debt of gratitude."