For some time the ape-man worked on in silence, except for the muffled pounding and the scraping of iron on stone, or of iron on iron.
"Do you know every one in Trohanadalmakus?" Tarzan asked, suddenly.
"Why, no," replied Komodoflorensal. "There are a million souls, including all the slaves. I could not know them all."
"Did you know by sight all those that dwelt in the royal dome?" continued the ape-man.
"No, not even those who lived in the royal dome," replied the Trohanadalmakusian; "though doubtless I knew practically all of the nobles, and the warrior class by sight if not by name."
"Did any one?" asked Tarzan.
"I doubt it," was the reply.
"Good!" exclaimed Tarzan.
Again there was a silence, broken again by the Englishman.
"Can a warrior go anywhere without question in any dome of his own city?" he inquired.
"Anywhere, under ordinary circumstances, except into the king’s dome, in daytime."
"One could not go about at night, then?" asked Tarzan.
"No," replied his companion.
"By day, might a warrior go and come in the quarries as he pleased?"
"If he appeared to be employed he would not be questioned, ordinarily."
