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Rh Hundred Cubed, Plus Twenty-one." She was looking at the hieroglyphics that had been fastened upon his shoulder. "Have you a name?"

"They call me Zuanthrol."

"Ah," she said, "you are a large man, but I should scarcely call you a giant. He, too, is from Trohanadalmakus and he is about your height. I never heard that there were any giants in Minuni except the people they call Zertalacolols."

"I thought you were a Zertalacolol," said a man’s voice at Tarzan’s ear.

The ape-man turned to see one of the slaves with whom he had been working eyeing him quiz­zically, and smiled.

"I am a Zertalacolol to my masters," he re­plied.

The other raised his brows. "I see," he said. “Perhaps you are wise. I shall not be the one to betray you,” and passed on about his business.

"What did he mean?" asked the girl.

"I have never spoken, until now, since they took me prisoner," he explained, "and they think I am speechless, though I am sure that I do not look like a Zertalacolol, yet some of them insist that I am one."

"I have never seen one," said the girl.

"You are fortunate," Tarzan told her. "They are neither pleasant to see nor to meet."

"But I should like to see them," she insisted.

"I should like to see anything that was different