his savage forest.

And upon the deck of the larger vessel, a passenger steamer passing
toward the east, the man sat with another young woman, and the two
idly speculated upon the identity of the dainty craft gliding so
gracefully through the gentle swell of the lazy sea.

When the yacht had passed the man resumed the conversation that
her appearance had broken off.

"Yes," he said, "I like America very much, and that means, of
course, that I like Americans, for a country is only what its people
make it. I met some very delightful people while I was there. I
recall one family from your own city, Miss Strong, whom I liked
particularly--Professor Porter and his daughter."

"Jane Porter!" exclaimed the girl. "Do you mean to tell me that
you know Jane Porter? Why, she is the very best friend I have in
the world. We were little children together--we have known each
other for ages."

"Indeed!" he answered, smiling. "You would have difficulty in
persuading any one of the fact who had seen either of you."

"I'll qualify the statement, then," she answered, with a laugh. "We
have known each other for two ages--hers and mine. But seriously
we are as dear to each other as sisters, and now that I am going
to lose her I am almost heartbroken."

"Going to lose her?" exclaimed Tarzan. "Why, what do you mean?