s 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."

"It is your name--you are Tarzan," cried La.

"I am Tarzan?" The ape-man shrugged. "Well, it is a good name--I know
no other, so I will keep it; but I do not know you. I did not come
hither for you. Why I came, I do not know at all; neither do I know
from whence I came. Can you tell me?"

La shook her head. "I never knew," she replied.

Tarzan turned toward Werper and put the same question to him; but in
the language of the great apes. The Belgian shook his head.

"I do not understand that language," he said in French.

Without effort, and apparently without realizing that he made the
change, Tarzan repeated his question in French. Werper suddenly came
to a full realization of the magnitude of the injury of which Tarzan
was a victim. The man had lost his memory--no longer could he
recollect past events. The Belgian was upon the point of enlightening
him, when it suddenly occurred to him that by keeping Tarzan in
ignorance, for a time at least, of his true identity, it might be
possible to turn the ape-man's misfortune to his own advantage.

"I cannot tell you from whence you came," he said; "but this I can tell
you--if we do not get out of this horrible place we shall both be slain
upon this bloody altar. The woman was about to plunge her knife into
my heart when the lion interrupted the fiendish ritual. Come! Before
they recover from their fright and reassemble, let us find a way out of
their damnable temple."

Tarzan turned again toward La.

"Why," he asked, "would you have killed this man? Are you hungry?"

The High Priestess cried out in disgust.