Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
His Own Kind
Tarzaneasilydistancedthem,nordidtheyseehissilentpassageabovetheirheads,nornotethecrouchingfiguresquatteduponalowbranchaheadofthembeneathwhichthetrailledthem.
Tarzanletthefirsttwopassbeneathhim,butasthethirdcameswiftlyon,thequietnoosedroppedabouttheblackthroat.Aquickjerkdrewittaut.
Therewasanagonizedscreamfromthevictim,andhisfellowsturnedtoseehisstrugglingbodyriseasbymagicslowlyintothedensefoliageofthetreesabove.
Withfrightenedshriekstheywheeledoncemoreandplungedonintheireffortstoescape.
Tarzandispatchedhisprisonerquicklyandsilently;removedtheweaponsandornaments,and—oh,thegreatestjoyofall—ahandsomedeerskinbreechcloth,whichhequicklytransferredtohisownperson.
Nowindeedwashedressedasamanshouldbe.Nonetherewaswhocouldnowdoubthishighorigin.Howheshouldhavelikedtohavereturnedtothetribetoparadebeforetheirenviousgazethiswondrousfinery.
Takingthebodyacrosshisshoulder,hemovedmoreslowlythroughthetreestowardthelittlepalisadedvillage,forheagainneededarrows.
Asheapproachedquiteclosetotheenclosurehesawanexcitedgroupsurroundingthetwofugitives,who,tremblingwithfrightandexhaustion,werescarceabletorecounttheuncannydetailsoftheiradventure.
