"I shall not
urge you, for I would rather see you happy than to be happy
myself. I see now that you could not be happy with--an ape."
There was just the faintest tinge of bitterness in his voice.
"Don't," she remonstrated. "Don't say that. You do not
understand."
But before she could go on a sudden turn in the road
brought them into the midst of a little hamlet.
Before them stood Clayton's car surrounded by the party
he had brought from the cottage.
Chapter 28
Conclusion
At the sight of Jane, cries of relief and delight broke from
every lip, and as Tarzan's car stopped beside the other,
Professor Porter caught his daughter in his arms.
For a moment no one noticed Tarzan, sitting silently in his seat.
Clayton was the first to remember, and, turning, held out
his hand.
"How can we ever thank you?" he exclaimed. "You have
saved us all. You called me by name at the cottage, but I do
not seem to recall yours, though there is something very
familiar about you. It is as though I had known you well under
very different conditions a long time ago."
Tarzan smiled as he took the proffered hand.
"You are quite right, Monsieur Clayton," he said, in French.
"You will pardon me if I do not speak to you in English.
I am just learning it, and while I understand it fairly
well I speak it very poorly."
"But who are you?" insisted Clayton, speaking in French
this time himself.
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