been asked to the wedding I
would not let her invite me, for I should not have gone to witness the
terrible mockery. But Jane Porter is peculiarly positive. She has
convinced herself that she is doing the only honorable thing that she
can do, and nothing in the world will ever prevent her from marrying
Lord Greystoke except Greystoke himself, or death."

"I am sorry for her," said Tarzan.

"And I am sorry for the man she loves," said the girl, "for he loves
her. I never met him, but from what Jane tells me he must be a very
wonderful person. It seems that he was born in an African jungle, and
brought up by fierce, anthropoid apes. He had never seen a white man
or woman until Professor Porter and his party were marooned on the
coast right at the threshold of his tiny cabin. He saved them from all
manner of terrible beasts, and accomplished the most wonderful feats
imaginable, and then to cap the climax he fell in love with Jane and
she with him, though she never really knew it for sure until she had
promised herself to Lord Greystoke."

"Most remarkable," murmured Tarzan, cudgeling his brain for some
pretext upon which to turn the subject. He delighted in hearing Hazel
Strong talk of Jane, but when he was the subject of the conversation he
was bored and embarrassed. But he was soon given a respite, for the
girl's mother joined them, and the talk became general.

The next few days passed uneventfully. The sea was quiet. The sky was
clear. The steamer plowed steadily on toward the south without pause.
Tarzan spent quite a little time with Miss Strong and her mother. They
whiled away their hours on deck reading, talking, or taking pictures
with Miss Strong's camera. When the sun had set they walked.

One day Tarzan found Miss Strong in conversation with a stranger, a man
he had not seen on board before. As he approached the couple the man
bowed to the girl and turned to walk away.

"Wait, Monsieur Thuran," said Miss Strong; "you must meet Mr. Caldwell.
We are all fellow passengers, and should be acquainted."

The two men shook hands. As Tarzan looked into the eyes of Monsieur
Thuran he was struck by the strange familiarity of their expression.

"I have had the honor of monsieur's acquaintance in the past, I am
sure," said Tarzan, "though I cannot recall the circumstances."

Monsieur Thuran appeared ill at ease.

"I cannot say, monsieur," he replied. "It may be so. I have had that
identical sensat