you
with the pretty pebbles--with Tarzan's pretty pebbles?"

The fingers relaxed to permit a reply. For some time Werper could only
choke and cough--at last he regained the powers of speech.

"Achmet Zek, the Arab, stole them from me," he cried; "he made me give
up the pouch and the pebbles."

"I saw all that," replied Tarzan; "but the pebbles in the pouch were
not the pebbles of Tarzan--they were only such pebbles as fill the
bottoms of the rivers, and the shelving banks beside them. Even the
Arab would not have them, for he threw them away in anger when he had
looked upon them. It is my pretty pebbles that I want--where are they?"

"I do not know, I do not know," cried Werper. "I gave them to Achmet
Zek or he would have killed me. A few minutes later he followed me
along the trail to slay me, although he had promised to molest me no
further, and I shot and killed him; but the pouch was not upon his
person and though I searched about the jungle for some time I could not
find it."

"I found it, I tell you," growled Tarzan, "and I also found the pebbles
which Achmet Zek had thrown away in disgust. They were not Tarzan's
pebbles. You have hidden them! Tell me where they are or I will kill
you," and the brown fingers of the ape-man closed a little tighter upon
the throat of his victim.

Werper struggled to free himself. "My God, Lord Greystoke," he managed
to scream, "would you commit murder for a handful of stones?"

The fingers at his throat relaxed, a puzzled, far-away expression
softened the gray eyes.

"Lord Greystoke!" repeated the ape-man. "Lord Greystoke! Who is Lord
Greystoke? Where have I heard that name before?"

"Why man, you are Lord Greystoke," cried the Belgian. "You were
injured by a falling rock when the earthquake shattered the passage to
the underground chamber to which you and your black Waziri had come to
fetch golden ingots back to your bungalow. The blow shattered your
memory. You are John Clayton, Lord Greystoke--don't you remember?"

"John Clayton, Lord Greystoke!" repeated Tarzan. Then for a moment he
was silent. Presently his hand went falteringly to his forehead, an
expression of wonderment filled his eyes--of wonderment and sudden
understanding. The forgotten name had reawakened the returning memory
that had been struggling to reassert itself. The ape-man relinquished
his grasp upon the throat of the Belgian, and leaped to his feet.

"God!" he cried, and then, "J