Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Search Party
"Whomdoyoumean?"
"Hewhohassavedeachofus—whosavedmefromthegorilla."
"Oh,"criedClayton,insurprise."Itwashewhorescuedyou?Youhavenottoldmeanythingofyouradventure,youknow."
"Butthewoodman,"sheurged."Haveyounotseenhim?Whenweheardtheshotsinthejungle,veryfaintandfaraway,heleftme.Wehadjustreachedtheclearing,andhehurriedoffinthedirectionofthefighting.Iknowhewenttoaidyou."
Hertonewasalmostpleading—hermannertensewithsuppressedemotion.Claytoncouldnotbutnoticeit,andhewondered,vaguely,whyshewassodeeplymoved—soanxioustoknowthewhereaboutsofthisstrangecreature.
Yetafeelingofapprehensionofsomeimpendingsorrowhauntedhim,andinhisbreast,unknowntohimself,wasimplantedthefirstgermofjealousyandsuspicionoftheape-man,towhomheowedhislife.
"Wedidnotseehim,"herepliedquietly."Hedidnotjoinus."Andthenafteramomentofthoughtfulpause:"Possiblyhejoinedhisowntribe—themenwhoattackedus."Hedidnotknowwhyhehadsaidit,forhedidnotbelieveit.
Thegirllookedathimwideeyedforamoment.
"No!"sheexclaimedvehemently,muchtoovehementlyhethought."Itcouldnotbe.Theyweresavages."
Claytonlookedpuzzled.
"Heisastrange,half-savagecreatureofthejungle,MissPorter.
