Hazel Strong talk of Jane, but when he was the subject of the
conversation he was bored and embarrassed. But he was soon given
a respite, for the girl's mother joined them, and the talk became
general.

The next few days passed uneventfully. The sea was quiet. The
sky was clear. The steamer plowed steadily on toward the south
without pause. Tarzan spent quite a little time with Miss Strong
and her mother. They whiled away their hours on deck reading,
talking, or taking pictures with Miss Strong's camera. When the
sun had set they walked.

One day Tarzan found Miss Strong in conversation with a stranger,
a man he had not seen on board before. As he approached the couple
the man bowed to the girl and turned to walk away.

"Wait, Monsieur Thuran," said Miss Strong; "you must meet Mr.
Caldwell. We are all fellow passengers, and should be acquainted."

The two men shook hands. As Tarzan looked into the eyes of Monsieur
Thuran he was struck by the strange familiarity of their expression.

"I have had the honor of monsieur's acquaintance in the past, I am
sure," said Tarzan, "though I cannot recall the circumstances."

Monsieur Thuran appeared ill at ease.

"I cannot say, monsieur," he replied. "It may be so. I have had
that identical sensation myself when meeting a stranger."