"He saved you from the Dyal," Tarzan reminded Tar-gash. "My arrows would not stop the bird. Had it not been for his spear, one or both of us must have died." The Sagoth appeared puzzled. He scratched his head in perplexity. "But if I do not kill him, he will kill me," he said finally. Tarzan turned toward the stranger. "I am Tarzan," he said. "This is Tar-gash," and he pointed at the Sagoth and waited. "I am Thoar," said the stranger. "Let us be friends," said Tarzan. "We have no quarrel with you." Again the stranger looked puzzled. "Do you understand the language of the Sagoths?" asked Tarzan, thinking that possibly the man might not have understood him. Thoar nodded. "A little," he said; "but why should we be friends?" "Why should we be enemies?" countered the ape-man. Thoar shook his head. "I do not know," he said. "It is always thus." "Together we have slain the Dyal," said Tarzan. "Had we not come it would have killed you. Had you not cast your spear it would have killed us. Therefore, we should be friends, not enemies. Where are you going?" "Back to my own country," replied Thoar, nodding in the direction that Tarzan and Tar-gash had been travelling. "We, too, are going in that direction," said Tarzan. "Let us go together. Six hands are better than four." Thoar glanced at the Sagoth. "Shall we all go together as friends, Tar-gash?" demanded Tarzan. "It is not done," said the Sagoth, precisely as though he had behind him thousands of years of civilization and culture. Tarzan smiled one of his rare smiles. "We shall do it, then," he said. "Come!" As though taking it for granted that the others would obey his command, the ape-man turned to the body of the Dyal and, drawing his hunting knife, fell to work cutting off portions of the meat. For a moment Thoar and Tar-gash hesitated, eyeing each other suspiciously, and then the bronzed warrior walked over to assist Tarzan and presently Tar-gash joined them. Thoar exhibited keen interest in Tarzan's steel knife, which slid so easily through the flesh while he hacked and hewed laboriously with his stone implement; while Tar-gash seemed not particularly to notice either of the implements as he sunk his strong fangs into the breast of the Dyal and tore away a large hunk of the meat, which he devoured raw. Tarzan was about to do the same, having been raised exclusively upon a diet of raw meat, when he saw Thoar preparing to make fire, which he accomplished by the primitive expedient of friction. The three ate in silence, the Sagoth carrying his meat to a little distance from the others, perhaps because in him the instinct of the wild beast was stronger.