Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян

           Philander’scenterofequilibriumwasatthatverymomenthangingupontheraggededgeofnothing,sothatitneededbutthegentleimpetussuppliedbytheadditionalweightofProfessorPorter’sbodytotopplethedevotedsecretaryfromthelimb.

           Foramomenttheyswayeduncertainly,andthen,withmingledandmostunscholarlyshrieks,theypitchedheadlongfromthetree,lockedinfrenziedembrace.

           Itwasquitesomemomentsereeithermoved,forbothwerepositivethatanysuchattemptwouldrevealsomanybreaksandfracturesastomakefurtherprogressimpossible.

           AtlengthProfessorPortermadeanattempttomoveoneleg.Tohissurprise,itrespondedtohiswillasindaysgoneby.Henowdrewupitsmateandstretcheditforthagain.

           "Mostremarkable,mostremarkable,"hemurmured.

           "ThankGod,Professor,"whisperedMr.Philander,fervently,"youarenotdead,then?"

           "Tut,tut,Mr.Philander,tut,tut,"cautionedProfessorPorter,"Idonotknowwithaccuracyasyet."

           WithinfinitesolicitudeProfessorPorterwiggledhisrightarm—joy!Itwasintact.Breathlesslyhewavedhisleftarmabovehisprostratebody—itwaved!

           "Mostremarkable,mostremarkable,"hesaid.

           "Towhomareyousignaling,Professor?"askedMr.Philander,inanexcitedtone.

           ProfessorPorterdeignedtomakenoresponsetothispuerileinquiry.