Werper was astounded. Could this creature be the same dignified
Englishman who had entertained him so graciously in his luxurious
African home? Could this wild beast, with blazing eyes, and bloody
countenance, be at the same time a man? Could the horrid, victory
cry he had but just heard have been formed in human throat?

Tarzan was eyeing the man and the woman, a puzzled expression in
his eyes, but there was no faintest tinge of recognition. It was
as though he had discovered some new species of living creature
and was marveling at his find.

La was studying the ape-man's features. Slowly her large eyes
opened very wide.

"Tarzan!" she exclaimed, and then, in the vernacular of the great
apes which constant association with the anthropoids had rendered
the common language of the Oparians: "You have come back to me! La
has ignored the mandates of her religion, waiting, always waiting
for Tarzan--for her Tarzan. She has taken no mate, for in all the
world there was but one with whom La would mate. And now you have
come back! Tell me, O Tarzan, that it is for me you have returned."

Werper listened to the unintelligible jargon. He looked from La
to Tarzan. Would the latter understand this strange tongue? To
the Belgian's surprise, the Englishman answered in a language
evidently identical to hers.

"Tarzan," he repeated, musingly. "Tarzan. The name sounds familiar."