Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
His Own Kind
Therevolverexplodedharmlesslyintheair,andtheseamancrumpledupwithascreamofpainandterror.
Claytonturnedandrushedbacktowardthescene.Thesailorsstoodinafrightenedgroup,withdrawnweapons,peeringintothejungle.Thewoundedmanwrithedandshriekedupontheground.
Clayton,unseenbyany,pickedupthefallenrevolverandslippeditinsidehisshirt,thenhejoinedthesailorsingazing,mystified,intothejungle.
"Whocouldithavebeen?"whisperedJanePorter,andtheyoungmanturnedtoseeherstanding,wide-eyedandwondering,closebesidehim.
"IdaresayTarzanoftheApesiswatchingusallright,"heanswered,inadubioustone."Iwonder,now,whothatspearwasintendedfor.IfforSnipes,thenourapefriendisafriendindeed.
"Byjove,whereareyourfatherandMr.Philander?There’ssomeoneorsomethinginthatjungle,andit’sarmed,whateveritis.Ho!Professor!Mr.Philander!"youngClaytonshouted.Therewasnoresponse.
"What’stobedone,MissPorter?"continuedtheyoungman,hisfacecloudedbyafrownofworryandindecision.
"Ican’tleaveyouherealonewiththesecutthroats,andyoucertainlycan’tventureintothejunglewithme;yetsomeonemustgoinsearchofyourfather.Heismorethanapttowanderingoffaimlessly,regardlessofdangerordirection,andMr.Philanderisonlyatriflelessimpracticalthanhe.
