Squatting beside D'Arnot he wrote for a minute on the
smooth inner surface of the bark; then he handed it to the
Frenchman.
D'Arnot was astonished to see, in plain print-like characters,
a message in English:
I am Tarzan of the Apes. Who are you? Can you read this
language?
D'Arnot seized the pencil--then he stopped. This strange
man wrote English--evidently he was an Englishman.
"Yes," said D'Arnot, "I read English. I speak it also. Now
we may talk. First let me thank you for all that you have
done for me."
The man only shook his head and pointed to the pencil
and the bark.
"MON DIEU!" cried D'Arnot. "If you are English why is it
then that you cannot speak English?"
And then in a flash it came to him--the man was a mute,
possibly a deaf mute.
So D'Arnot wrote a message on the bark, in English.
I am Paul d'Arnot, Lieutenant in the navy of France. I
thank you for what you have done for me. You have saved
my life, and all that I have is yours. May I ask how it
is that one who writes English does not speak it?
Tarzan's reply filled D'Arnot with still greater wonder:
I speak only the language of my tribe--the great apes who
were Kerchak's; and a little of the languages of Tantor, the
elephant, and Numa, the lion, and of the other folks of the
jungle I understand. With a human being I have never spoken,
except once with Jane Porter, by signs. This is the first time
I have spoken with another of my kind through written words.
D'Arnot was mystified. It seemed incredible that there
lived upon earth a full-grown man who had never spoken
with a fellow man, and still more preposterous that such a
one could read and write.
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