"How do men get money?" he asked at last.
"They work for it."
"Very well. I will work for it, then."
"No, my friend," returned D'Arnot, "you need not worry
about money, nor need you work for it. I have enough
money for two--enough for twenty. Much more than is good
for one man and you shall have all you need if ever we
reach civilization."
So on the following day they started north along the shore.
Each man carrying a rifle and ammunition, beside bedding
and some food and cooking utensils.
The latter seemed to Tarzan a most useless encumbrance,
so he threw his away.
"But you must learn to eat cooked food, my friend,"
remonstrated D'Arnot. "No civilized men eat raw flesh."
"There will be time enough when I reach civilization," said
Tarzan. "I do not like the things and they only spoil the taste
of good meat."
For a month they traveled north. Sometimes finding food
in plenty and again going hungry for days.
They saw no signs of natives nor were they molested by
wild beasts. Their journey was a miracle of ease.
Tarzan asked questions and learned rapidly. D'Arnot
taught him many of the refinements of civilization--even to
the use of knife and fork; but sometimes Tarzan would drop
them in disgust and grasp his food in his strong brown hands,
tearing it with his molars like a wild beast.
Then D'Arnot would expostulate with him, saying:
"You must not eat like a brute, Tarzan, while I am trying
to make a gentleman of you.
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