the blacks. "It is all right," she said, "that is not Tarzan. Lay aside your rifles."
Esteban entered the camp, smiling. "Here I am," he said.
"We thought that you were dead," said Kraski. "Some of these fellows said that Tarzan said that he had killed you."
"He captured me," said Esteban, "but as you see he did not kill me. I thought that he was going to, but he did not, and finally he turned me loose in the jungle. He may have thought that I could not survive and that he would accomplish his end just as surely without having my blood upon his hands."
"'E must have knowed you," said Peebles. "You'd die, all right, if you were left alone very long in the jungle—you'd starve to death."
Esteban made no reply to the sally but turned toward Flora. "Are you not glad to see me, Flora?" he asked.
The girl shrugged her shoulders. "What is the difference?" she asked. "Our expedition is a failure. Some of them think you were largely to blame." She nodded her head in the general direction of the other whites.
The Spaniard scowled. None of them cared very much to see him. He did not care about the others, but he had hoped that Flora would show some enthusiasm about his return. Well, if she had known what he had in his mind, she might have been happier to see him, and only too glad to
