Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
At the Mercy of the Jungle
ItwasSheeta,theleopard.Now,Tarzanheardthesoftbendingofgrassesandwonderedwhytheyoungwhitemanwasnotwarned.Coulditbehehadfailedtonotetheloudwarning?NeverbeforehadTarzanknownSheetatobesoclumsy.
No,thewhitemandidnothear.Sheetawascrouchingforthespring,andthen,shrillandhorrible,thererosefromthestillnessofthejungletheawfulcryofthechallengingape,andSheetaturned,crashingintotheunderbrush.
Claytoncametohisfeetwithastart.Hisbloodrancold.Neverinallhislifehadsofearfulasoundsmoteuponhisears.Hewasnocoward;butifevermanfelttheicyfingersoffearuponhisheart,WilliamCecilClayton,eldestsonofLordGreystokeofEngland,didthatdayinthefastnessoftheAfricanjungle.
Thenoiseofsomegreatbodycrashingthroughtheunderbrushsoclosebesidehim,andthesoundofthatbloodcurdlingshriekfromabove,testedClayton’scouragetothelimit;buthecouldnotknowthatitwastothatveryvoiceheowedhislife,northatthecreaturewhohurleditforthwashisowncousin—therealLordGreystoke.
