EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
“It is I, glorious Caesar,” replied the officer, who had come to arrest the abductors of Favonia.
“Does it happen that you are one of the detachments sent out by Fulvus Fupus to search for Mallius Lepus and the barbarian, von Harben?”
“We are here, Caesar,” cried Mallius Lepus, while Favonia, von Harben, and Gabula followed behind him.
“May the gods be praised!” exclaimed Cassius Hasta, as he embraced his old friend. “But where is the barbarian chieftain from Germania, whose fame has reached even to Castra Sanguinarius?”
“This is he,” said Mallius Lepus, “This is Erich von Harben.”
Tarzan stepped nearer. “You are Erich von Harben?” he asked in English.
“And you are Tarzan of the Apes, I know,” returned von Harben, in the same language.
“You look every inch a Roman,” said Tarzan with a smile.
“I feel every inch a barbarian, however,” grinned von Harben.
“Roman or barbarian, your father will be glad when I bring you back to him.”
“You came here in search of me, Tarzan of the Apes?” demanded von Harben.
“And I seemed to have arrived just in time,” said the apeman,
“How can I ever thank you?” exclaimed von Harben.
“Do not thank me, my friend,” said the ape-man. “Thank little Nkima!”
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