Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Jungle Toll
Whenpapaexplainedtherealnatureoftheexpedition,myheartsank,forIknowsowellhowvisionaryandimpracticalthepoordearhasalwaysbeenthatIfearedthathehadagainbeenduped;especiallywhenhetoldmehehadpaidathousanddollarsfortheletterandmap.
Toaddtomydistress,IlearnedthathehadborrowedtenthousanddollarsmorefromRobertCanler,andhadgivenhisnotesfortheamount.
Mr.Canlerhadaskedfornosecurity,andyouknow,dearie,whatthatwillmeanformeifpapacannotmeetthem.Oh,howIdetestthatman!
Wealltriedtolookonthebrightsideofthings,butMr.Philander,andMr.Clayton—hejoinedusinLondonjustfortheadventure—bothfeltasskepticalasI.
Well,tomakealongstoryshort,wefoundtheislandandthetreasure—agreatiron-boundoakchest,wrappedinmanylayersofoiledsailcloth,andasstrongandfirmaswhenithadbeenburiednearlytwohundredyearsago.
ItwasSIMPLYFILLEDwithgoldcoin,andwassoheavythatfourmenbentunderneathitsweight.
Thehorridthingseemstobringnothingbutmurderandmisfortunetothosewhohaveanythingtodowithit,forthreedaysafterwesailedfromtheCapeVerdeIslandsourowncrewmutiniedandkilledeveryoneoftheirofficers.
Oh,itwasthemostterrifyingexperienceonecouldimagine—Icannotevenwriteofit.
