a possession. When he killed he shared the meat with Werper; but
had Werper ever, by accident, laid a hand upon Tarzan's share, he
would have aroused the same savage, and resentful warning.

From that occurrence dated the beginning of a great fear in the breast
of the Belgian for his savage companion. He had never understood
the transformation that had been wrought in Tarzan by the blow upon
his head, other than to attribute it to a form of amnesia. That
Tarzan had once been, in truth, a savage, jungle beast, Werper had
not known, and so, of course, he could not guess that the man had
reverted to the state in which his childhood and young manhood had
been spent.

Now Werper saw in the Englishman a dangerous maniac, whom the
slightest untoward accident might turn upon him with rending fangs.
Not for a moment did Werper attempt to delude himself into the
belief that he could defend himself successfully against an attack
by the ape-man. His one hope lay in eluding him, and making for
the far distant camp of Achmet Zek as rapidly as he could; but
armed only with the sacrificial knife, Werper shrank from attempting
the journey through the jungle. Tarzan constituted a protection
that was by no means despicable, even in the face of the larger
carnivora, as Werper had reason to acknowledge from the evidence
he had witnessed in the Oparian temple.

Too, Werper had his covetous soul set upon the pouch of gems, and
so he was torn between the various emotions of avarice and fear.
But avarice it was that burned most strongly in his breast, to the
end that he dared the dangers and suffered the terrors of constant
association with him he thought a mad man, rather than give up the