Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
Man and Man
Hehadcoveredbarelyamilewhenhecameupontheblackwarriorstandinginalittleopenspace.Inhishandwashisslenderbowtowhichhehadfittedoneofhisdeathdealingarrows.
OppositehimacrossthelittleclearingstoodHorta,theboar,withloweredheadandfoamfleckedtusks,readytocharge.
Tarzanlookedwithwonderuponthestrangecreaturebeneathhim—solikehiminformandyetsodifferentinfaceandcolor.HisbookshadportrayedtheNEGRO,buthowdifferenthadbeenthedull,deadprinttothissleekthingofebony,pulsingwithlife.
AsthemanstoodtherewithtautdrawnbowTarzanrecognizedhimnotsomuchtheNEGROastheARCHERofhispicturebook—
AstandsforArcher
Howwonderful!Tarzanalmostbetrayedhispresenceinthedeepexcitementofhisdiscovery.
Butthingswerecommencingtohappenbelowhim.Thesinewyblackarmhaddrawntheshaftfarback;Horta,theboar,wascharging,andthentheblackreleasedthelittlepoisonedarrow,andTarzansawitflywiththequicknessofthoughtandlodgeinthebristlingneckoftheboar.
ScarcelyhadtheshaftlefthisbowereKulongahadfittedanothertoit,butHorta,theboar,wasuponhimsoquicklythathehadnotimetodischargeit.WithaboundtheblackleapedentirelyovertherushingbeastandturningwithincredibleswiftnessplantedasecondarrowinHorta’sback.
