Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
His Own Kind
Thelittlemanpointedinland,sothatthegiantwasforcedtoturnawayfromtheotherstolookinthedirectionindicated.Asheturned,thelittle,mean-facedmandrewarevolverfromhisbeltandshotthegiantintheback.
Thebigfellowthrewhishandsabovehishead,hiskneesbentbeneathhim,andwithoutasoundhetumbledforwarduponthebeach,dead.
Thereportoftheweapon,thefirstthatTarzanhadeverheard,filledhimwithwonderment,buteventhisunaccustomedsoundcouldnotstartlehishealthynervesintoevenasemblanceofpanic.
Theconductofthewhitestrangersitwasthatcausedhimthegreatestperturbation.Hepuckeredhisbrowsintoafrownofdeepthought.Itwaswell,thoughthe,thathehadnotgivenwaytohisfirstimpulsetorushforwardandgreetthesewhitemenasbrothers.
Theywereevidentlynodifferentfromtheblackmen—nomorecivilizedthantheapes—nolesscruelthanSabor.
Foramomenttheothersstoodlookingatthelittle,mean-facedmanandthegiantlyingdeaduponthebeach.
Thenoneofthemlaughedandslappedthelittlemanupontheback.Therewasmuchmoretalkandgesticulating,butlessquarreling.
Presentlytheylaunchedtheboatandalljumpedintoitandrowedawaytowardthegreatship,whereTarzancouldseeotherfiguresmovingaboutuponthedeck.
