Fires At Clayton

I'm not sure. I believe it's an arrow. Mr. Click on his right. It is an arrow. No, no, no, no. Professor, do not touch it. The natives in these patshues, poise and arrows. Whoever it was must be fearless.

Comes so close to the hut, with all these sailors moving about. We hear the beach. Not fearless, Miss. You're nearly cautious. I'm not sure. I believe it's an arrow. Mr. Click on his right. It is an arrow.

No, no, no, no. You're a professor. Do not touch it. What is it, clicking? Oh, pardon me. Come, come, Clayton. Out with it. You are not the man to pass remarks without reason. I prefer not to say anything.

But Monsieur, click on surely in a matter of such importance to Monsieur the professor. I will. This arrow is like a dozen others. I saw in Car Van Quiber. Of course, clicking is your entitled to your opinion that this jungle man who has rescued us is Car Van.

But on the other hand, how do you explain the fact that the jungle man neither understands nor talks English? Yet we have here a tangible evidence in the shape of a printed warning signed by himself that Tarzan does understand English and quite well too.

I don't pretend to be able to explain it. I feel it, incidentally. I'm probably wrong in all of my deductions. But if this jungle man is not the one who fired the arrow, then who is?

This is by explanation, lei cani bao. Then if the cannibal shot the arrow, and since I myself have seen similar arrows in the eight man's quiver, it seems reasonable to assume that the eight man has some contact with the cannibal.