"I do not need any better name than Tarzan," replied the ape-man;
"and as for remaining a penniless vagabond, I have no intention
of so doing. In fact, the next, and let us hope the last, burden
that I shall be forced to put upon your unselfish friendship will
be the finding of employment for me."

"Pooh, pooh!" scoffed D'Arnot. "You know that I did not mean that.
Have I not told you a dozen times that I have enough for twenty
men, and that half of what I have is yours? And if I gave it all
to you, would it represent even the tenth part of the value I place
upon your friendship, my Tarzan? Would it repay the services you
did me in Africa? I do not forget, my friend, that but for you
and your wondrous bravery I had died at the stake in the village of
Mbonga's cannibals. Nor do I forget that to your self-sacrificing
devotion I owe the fact that I recovered from the terrible wounds
I received at their hands--I discovered later something of what it
meant to you to remain with me in the amphitheater of apes while
your heart was urging you on to the coast.

"When we finally came there, and found that Miss Porter and her
party had left, I commenced to realize something of what you had
done for an utter stranger. Nor am I trying to repay you with
money, Tarzan. It is that just at present you need money; were it
sacrifice that I might offer you it were the same--my friendship
must always be yours, because our tastes are similar, and I admire
you. That I cannot command, but the money I can and shall."

"Well," laughed Tarzan, "we shall not quarrel over the money. I
must live, and so I must have it; but I shall be more contented
with something to do. You cannot show me your friendship in a