"Perhaps he was right then," said the warrior. "I shall wait until I find her and if you have not harmed her, I shall not kill you." "Whom do you mean by 'he'?" asked Jason. "There is no one in Pellucidar who could possibly know anything about me, except Jana." "Do you not know Tarzan?" asked the warrior. "Tarzan!" exclaimed Jason. "You have seen Tarzan? He is alive?" "I saw him. We hunted together and we followed you and Jana, but he is not alive now; he is dead." "Dead! You are sure that he is dead?" "Yes, he is dead." "How did it happen?" "We were crossing the summit of the mountains when he was seized by a thipdar and carried away." Tarzan dead! He had feared as much and yet now that he had proof it seemed unbelievable. His mind could scarcely grasp the significance of the words that he had heard as he recalled the strength and vitality of that man of steel. It seemed incredible that that giant frame should cease to pulsate with life; that those mighty muscles no longer rolled beneath the sleek, bronzed hide; that that courageous heart no longer beat. "You were very fond of him?" asked the warrior, noticing the silence and dejection of the other. "Yes," said Jason. "So was I," said the warrior; "but neither Tar-gash nor I could save him, the thipdar struck so swiftly and was gone before we could cast a weapon." "Who is Tar-gash?" asked Jason. "A Sagoth--one of the hairy men," replied the warrior. "They live in the forest and are often used as warriors by the Mahars." "And he was with you and Tarzan?" inquired Jason. "Yes. They were together when I first saw them, but now Tarzan is dead and Tar-gash has gone back to his own country and I must proceed upon my search for The Red Flower of Zoram. You have saved my life, man from another country, but I do not know that you have not harmed Jana. Perhaps you have slain her. How am I to know? I do not know what I should do." "I, too, am looking for Jana," said Jason. "Let us look for her together." "Then if we find her, she shall tell me whether or not I shall kill you," said the warrior. Jason could not but recall how angry Jana had been with him. She had almost killed him herself. Perhaps she would find it easier to permit this warrior to kill him. Doubtless the man was her sweetheart and if he knew the truth he would need no urging to destroy a rival, but neither by look nor word did he reveal any apprehension as he replied. "I will go with you," he said, "and if I have harmed The Red Flower of Zoram you may kill me. What is your name?" "Thoar," replied the warrior.