Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
His Own Kind
Whentheyhadclamberedaboard,Tarzandroppedtoearthbehindagreattreeandcrepttohiscabin,keepingitalwaysbetweenhimselfandtheship.
Slippinginatthedoorhefoundthateverythinghadbeenransacked.Hisbooksandpencilsstrewedthefloor.Hisweaponsandshieldsandotherlittlestoreoftreasureswerelitteredabout.
Ashesawwhathadbeendoneagreatwaveofangersurgedthroughhim,andthenewmadescaruponhisforeheadstoodsuddenlyout,abarofinflamedcrimsonagainsthistawnyhide.
Quicklyherantothecupboardandsearchedinthefarrecessofthelowershelf.Ah!Hebreathedasighofreliefashedrewoutthelittletinbox,and,openingit,foundhisgreatesttreasuresundisturbed.
Thephotographofthesmiling,strong-facedyoungman,andthelittleblackpuzzlebookweresafe.
Whatwasthat?
Hisquickearhadcaughtafaintbutunfamiliarsound.
RunningtothewindowTarzanlookedtowardtheharbor,andtherehesawthataboatwasbeingloweredfromthegreatshipbesidetheonealreadyinthewater.Soonhesawmanypeopleclamberingoverthesidesofthelargervesselanddroppingintotheboats.Theywerecomingbackinfullforce.
