MON DIEU! Gentlemen do not
thus--it is terrible."
Tarzan would grin sheepishly and pick up his knife and
fork again, but at heart he hated them.
On the journey he told D'Arnot about the great chest he had
seen the sailors bury; of how he had dug it up and carried
it to the gathering place of the apes and buried it there.
"It must be the treasure chest of Professor Porter," said
D'Arnot. "It is too bad, but of course you did not know."
Then Tarzan recalled the letter written by Jane to her
friend--the one he had stolen when they first came to his
cabin, and now he knew what was in the chest and what it
meant to Jane.
"To-morrow we shall go back after it," he announced to D'Arnot.
"Go back?" exclaimed D'Arnot. "But, my dear fellow, we
have now been three weeks upon the march. It would require
three more to return to the treasure, and then, with that
enormous weight which required, you say, four sailors to carry,
it would be months before we had again reached this spot."
"It must be done, my friend," insisted Tarzan. "You may go
on toward civilization, and I will return for the treasure.
I can go very much faster alone."
"I have a better plan, Tarzan," exclaimed D'Arnot. "We
shall go on together to the nearest settlement, and there we
will charter a boat and sail back down the coast for the treasure
and so transport it easily.
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