Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян

           ThenheheardJane’sagonizedcry:

           "Cecil—Mr.Clayton!Oh,whatisit?Whatisit?"

           Runningquicklytothecabindoor,Claytoncalledoutthatallwasright,andshoutedtohertoopenthedoor.AsquicklyasshecouldsheraisedthegreatbarandfairlydraggedClaytonwithin.

           "Whatwasthatawfulnoise?"shewhispered,shrinkingclosetohim.

           "Itwasthecryofthekillfromthethroatofthemanwhohasjustsavedyourlife,MissPorter.Wait,Iwillfetchhimsoyoumaythankhim."

           Thefrightenedgirlwouldnotbeleftalone,sosheaccompaniedClaytontothesideofthecabinwherelaythedeadbodyofthelioness.

           TarzanoftheApeswasgone.

           Claytoncalledseveraltimes,buttherewasnoreply,andsothetworeturnedtothegreatersafetyoftheinterior.

           "Whatafrightfulsound!"criedJane,"Ishudderatthemerethoughtofit.Donottellmethatahumanthroatvoicedthathideousandfearsomeshriek."

           "Butitdid,MissPorter,"repliedClayton;"oratleastifnotahumanthroatthatofaforestgod."

           Andthenhetoldherofhisexperienceswiththisstrangecreature—ofhowtwicethewildmanhadsavedhislife—ofthewondrousstrength,andagility,andbravery—ofthebrownskinandthehandsomeface.

           "Icannotmakeitoutatall,"heconcluded