A T the sight of Jane Porter, cries of relief
and delight broke from every lip, and as
Tarzan's car stopped beside the other, Profes-
sor Porter caught his daughter in his arms.

For a moment no one noticed Tarzan, sitting
silently in his seat.

Clayton was the first to remember, and, turn-
ing, held out his hand.

"How can we ever thank you?" he exclaimed.
"You have saved us all.

"You called me by name at the cottage, but I
do not seem to recall yours, though there is some-
thing very familiar about you.

"It is as though I had known you well under
very different conditions a long time ago."

Tarzan smiled as he took the proferred hand.

"You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton," he
said, in French. "You will pardon me if I do
not speak to you in English. I am just learning
it, and while I understand it fairly well I speak
it very poorly."

"But who are you?" insisted Clayton, speak-
ing in French this time himself.

" Tarzan of the Apes."

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