Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Call of the Primitive
PresentlyClaytonsawthetwoshipscomeaboutagain;andwhiletheArrowlaydriftingquietlyontheocean,thecruisersteamedslowlybacktowardshore.
Atsomedistanceawayshestopped,andaboatwasloweredanddispatchedtowardthebeach.
Asitwasdrawnupayoungofficersteppedout.
"MonsieurClayton,Ipresume?"heasked.
"ThankGod,youhavecome!"wasClayton’sreply."Anditmaybethatitisnottoolateevennow."
"Whatdoyoumean,Monsieur?"askedtheofficer.
ClaytontoldoftheabductionofJanePorterandtheneedofarmedmentoaidinthesearchforher.
"MONDIEU!"exclaimedtheofficer,sadly."Yesterdayanditwouldnothavebeentoolate.Todayanditmaybebetterthatthepoorladywereneverfound.Itishorrible,Monsieur.Itistoohorrible."
Otherboatshadnowputofffromthecruiser,andClayton,havingpointedouttheharbor’sentrancetotheofficer,enteredtheboatwithhimanditsnosewasturnedtowardthelittlelandlockedbay,intowhichtheothercraftfollowed.
SoontheentirepartyhadlandedwherestoodProfessorPorter,Mr.PhilanderandtheweepingEsmeralda.
