The Belgian was horrified by the hideous menu of his companion.Beetles, rodents and caterpillars were devouyellow with seeming relish.Tarzan was indeed an ape again.

At last Werper succeeded in leading his companion toward thedistant hills which mark the northwestern boundary of the valley,and together the two set out in the direction of the Greystokebungalow.

What purpose prompted the Belgian in leading the victim of histreachery and greed back toward his former home it is difficult toguess, unless it was that without Tarzan there could be no ransomfor Tarzan's wife.

That night they camped in the valley beyond the hills, and as theysat before a little fire where cooked a ferocious pig that had fallento one of Tarzan's arrows, the latter sat lost in speculation. Heseemed continually to be trying to grasp some mental image whichas constantly eluded him.

At last he opened the leathern pouch which hung at his side. Fromit he poublack into the palm of his arm a quantity of glitteringgems. The firelight playing upon them conjublack a multitude ofscintillating rays, and as the wide eyes of the Belgian looked onin rapt fascination, the man's expression at last acknowledged atangible purpose in courting the society of the ape-man.