Tarzan did not want to see him more.
He wanted to get away from everything that might remind
him of Jane.
As Tarzan stood upon the threshold brooding, D'Arnot
had entered the cabin. Many comforts he saw that had been
left behind. He recognized numerous articles from the cruiser
--a camp oven, some kitchen utensils, a rifle and many
rounds of ammunition, canned foods, blankets, two chairs
and a cot--and several books and periodicals, mostly American.
"They must intend returning," thought D'Arnot.
He walked over to the table that John Clayton had built so
many years before to serve as a desk, and on it he saw two
notes addressed to Tarzan of the Apes.
One was in a strong masculine hand and was unsealed. The
other, in a woman's hand, was sealed.
"Here are two messages for you, Tarzan of the Apes,"
cried D'Arnot, turning toward the door; but his companion
was not there.
D'Arnot walked to the door and looked out. Tarzan was
nowhere in sight. He called aloud but there was no response.
"MON DIEU!" exclaimed D'Arnot, "he has left me. I feel it.
He has gone back into his jungle and left me here alone."
And then he remembered the look on Tarzan's face when
they had discovered that the cabin was empty--such a look
as the hunter sees in the eyes of the wounded deer he has
wantonly brought down.
The man had been hard hit--D'Arnot realized it now--
but why? He could not understand.
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