Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян

           "Lookhere,SkinnyPhilander,"hesaid,inbelligerenttones,"ifyouarelookin’forascrap,peeloffyourcoatandcomeondownontheground,andI’llpunchyourheadjustasIdidsixtyyearsagointhealleybackofPorkyEvans’barn."

           "Ark!"gaspedtheastonishedMr.Philander."Lordy,howgoodthatsounds!Whenyou’rehuman,Ark,Iloveyou;butsomehowitseemsasthoughyouhadforgottenhowtobehumanforthelasttwentyyears."

           Theprofessorreachedoutathin,tremblingoldhandthroughthedarknessuntilitfoundhisoldfriend’sshoulder.

           "Forgiveme,Skinny,"hesaid,softly."Ithasn’tbeenquitetwentyyears,andGodaloneknowshowhardIhavetriedtobe‘human’forJane’ssake,andyours,too,sinceHetookmyotherJaneaway."

           AnotheroldhandstoleupfromMr.Philander’ssidetoclasptheonethatlayuponhisshoulder,andnoothermessagecouldbetterhavetranslatedtheonehearttotheother.

           Theydidnotspeakforsomeminutes.Thelionbelowthempacednervouslybackandforth.Thethirdfigureinthetreewashiddenbythedenseshadowsnearthestem.He,too,wassilent—motionlessasagravenimage.

           "Youcertainlypulledmeupintothistreejustintime,"saidtheprofessoratlast."Iwanttothankyou.Yousavedmylife."

           "ButIdidn’tpullyouuphere,Professor,"saidMr.Philander.