Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Savage Home
"John,"shewhispered,"look!Whatisit,aman?"
AsClaytonturnedhiseyesinthedirectionsheindicated,hesawsilhouetteddimlyagainsttheshadowsbeyond,agreatfigurestandinguprightupontheridge.
Foramomentitstoodasthoughlisteningandthenturnedslowly,andmeltedintotheshadowsofthejungle.
"Whatisit,John?"
"Idonotknow,Alice,"heansweredgravely,"itistoodarktoseesofar,anditmayhavebeenbutashadowcastbytherisingmoon."
"No,John,ifitwasnotamanitwassomehugeandgrotesquemockeryofman.Oh,Iamafraid."
Hegatheredherinhisarms,whisperingwordsofcourageandloveintoherears.
Soonafter,heloweredthecurtainwalls,tyingthemsecurelytothetreessothat,exceptforalittleopeningtowardthebeach,theywereentirelyenclosed.
Asitwasnowpitchdarkwithintheirtinyaerietheylaydownupontheirblanketstotrytogain,throughsleep,abriefrespiteofforgetfulness.
Claytonlayfacingtheopeningatthefront,arifleandabraceofrevolversathishand.
Scarcelyhadtheyclosedtheireyesthantheterrifyingcryofapantherrangoutfromthejunglebehindthem.Closerandcloseritcameuntiltheycouldhearthegreatbeastdirectlybeneaththem
