"You see it is not so very far," he said; "scarce the width
of my hand."
D'Arnot laughed. How could he make the man understand?
Then he took a pencil and made a tiny point upon the
shore of Africa.
"This little mark," he said, "is many times larger upon this
map than your cabin is upon the earth. Do you see now how
very far it is?"
Tarzan thought for a long time.
"Do any white men live in Africa?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Where are the nearest?"
D'Arnot pointed out a spot on the shore just north of them.
"So close?" asked Tarzan, in surprise.
"Yes," said D'Arnot; "but it is not close."
"Have they big boats to cross the ocean?"
"Yes."
"We shall go there to-morrow," announced Tarzan.
Again D'Arnot smiled and shook his head.
"It is too far. We should die long before we reached them."
"Do you wish to stay here then forever?" asked Tarzan.
"No," said D'Arnot.
"Then we shall start to-morrow. I do not like it here
longer. I should rather die than remain here."
"Well," answered D'Arnot, with a shrug, "I do not know,
my friend, but that I also would rather die than remain here.
If you go, I shall go with you."
"It is settled then," said Tarzan. "I shall start for America
to-morrow."
"How will you get to America without money?" asked D'Arnot.
"What is money?" inquired Tarzan.
It took a long time to make him understand even imperfectly.
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