CHAPTER II
THREE persons stepped from the veranda of Lord Greystoke’s African bungalow and walked slowly toward the gate along a rose embowered path that swung in a graceful curve through the well-ordered, though unpretentious, grounds surrounding the ape-man’s rambling, one-story home. There were two men and a woman, all in khaki, the older man carrying a flier’s helmet and a pair of goggles in one hand. He was smiling quietly as he listened to the younger man.
"You wouldn’t be doing this now if mother were here," said the latter, "she would never permit it."
"I’m afraid you are right, my son," replied Tarzan; "but only this one flight alone and then I’ll promise not to go up again until she returns. You have said yourself that I am an apt pupil and if you are any sort of an instructor you shouldhave perfect confidence in me after having said that I was perfectly competent to pilot a ship alone. Eh, Meriem, isn’t that true?" he demanded of the young woman.
She shook her head. "Like My Dear, I am always afraid for you, mon pere," she replied. "You take such risks that one would think you
