She turned her eyes and looked up at him. At first she thought he was Esteban. “You have come back to save me, Esteban?” she asked. “Esteban!” he exclaimed. “I am not Esteban. That is not my name.” And then she recognized him. “Lord Greystoke!” she cried. “It is really you?” “Yes,” he said, “and who are you?” “I am Flora Hawkes. I was Lady Greystoke’s maid.” “I remember you,” he said. “What are you doing here?” “I am afraid to tell you,” she said. “I am afraid of your anger.” “Tell me,” he commanded. “You should know, Flora, that I do not harm women.” “We came to get gold from the vaults of Opar,” she said. “But that you know.” “I know nothing of it,” he replied. “Do you mean that you were with those Europeans who drugged me and left me in their camp?” “Yes,” she said, “we got the gold, but you came with your Waziri and took it from us.” “I came with no Waziri and took nothing from you,” said Tarzan. “I do not understand you.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise, for she knew that Tarzan of the Apes did not lie. “We became separated,” she said, “after our men turned against us. Esteban stole me from the others, and then, after a while Kraski found us. He was the Russian. He came with a bagful of diamonds and then Esteban killed him and took the diamonds.” It was now Tarzan’s turn to experience surprise. “And Esteban is the man who is with you?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, “but he has deserted me. I could not walk farther on my sore feet. He has gone and left me here to die and he has taken the diamonds with him.” “We shall find him,” said the ape-man. “Come.” “But I cannot walk,” said the girl. “That is a small matter,” he said, and stooping lifted her to his shoulder. Easily the ape-man bore the exhausted girl along the trail. “It is not far to water,” he said, “and water is what you need. It will help to revive you and give you strength, and perhaps I shall be able to find food for you soon.” “Why are you so good to me?” asked the girl. “You are a woman. I could not leave you alone in the jungle to die, no matter what you may have done,” replied the ape-man. And Flora Hawkes could only sob a broken plea for forgiveness for the wrong she had done him. It grew quite dark, but still they moved along the silent trail until presently Tarzan caught in the distance the reflection of firelight. “I think we shall soon find your friend,” he whispered. “Make no noise.” A moment later his keen ears caught the sound of voices. He halted and lowered the girl to her feet.