Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян

           Hewasstillburstingwithrage,however,atthecruelinjusticeofProfessorPorter’sinsinuation,andwasonthepointofrenderingatartrejoinderwhenhiseyesfelluponastrangefigurestandingafewpacesaway,scrutinizingthemintently.

           ProfessorPorterhadrecoveredhisshinysilkhat,whichhehadbrushedcarefullyuponthesleeveofhiscoatandreplaceduponhishead.WhenhesawMr.Philanderpointingtosomethingbehindhimheturnedtobeholdagiant,nakedbutforaloinclothandafewmetalornaments,standingmotionlessbeforehim.

           "Goodevening,sir!"saidtheprofessor,liftinghishat.

           Forreplythegiantmotionedthemtofollowhim,andsetoffupthebeachinthedirectionfromwhichtheyhadrecentlycome.

           "Ithinkitthebetterpartofdiscretiontofollowhim,"saidMr.Philander.

           "Tut,tut,Mr.Philander,"returnedtheprofessor."Ashorttimesinceyouwereadvancingamostlogicalargumentinsubstantiationofyourtheorythatcamplaydirectlysouthofus.Iwasskeptical,butyoufinallyconvincedme;sonowIampositivethattowardthesouthwemusttraveltoreachourfriends.ThereforeIshallcontinuesouth."

           "But,ProfessorPorter,thismanmayknowbetterthaneitherofus.Heseemstobeindigenoustothispartoftheworld.Letusatleastfollowhimforashortdistance."

           "Tut,tut,Mr.Philander,"repeatedtheprofessor.