"There's something wrong here," growled Throck. "I ain't got nothin' of yours and I'm sure these two haven't neither."
"Where is the other?" asked Tarzan.
"Oh, Kraski? He disappeared the same night you brought us to that village. We hain't seen him since—that's it; I got it now—we wondered why he left, and now I see it as plain as the face on me nose. It was him that stole that bag of stones. That's what he done. We've been tryin' to figure out ever since he left what he stole, and now I see it plain enough."
"Sure," exclaimed Peebles. "That's it, and 'ere we are, 'n that's that."
"Ve might have knowed it, ve might have knowed it," agreed Bluber.
"But nevertheless I'm going to have you all searched," said Tarzan, and when the head-man came and Tarzan had explained what he desired, the three whites were quickly stripped and searched. Even their few belongings were thoroughly gone through, but no bag of stones was revealed.
Without a word Tarzan turned back toward the jungle, and in another moment the blacks and the three Europeans saw the leafy sea of foliage swallow the ape-man and the golden lion.
"Gord help Kraski!" exclaimed Peebles.
"Wot do yer suppose he wants with a bag o' stones?" inquired Throck. "'E must be a bit balmy, I'll say."
